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Chapter 1976

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Whoosh …

A cold wind that was so cold that it made people shiver suddenly appeared in the forest.

It was as if there were some wind caves in the forest.

The moment it appeared, from the depths of the forest, the wailing of the wind rang incessantly.

They saw …

The eight-winged old woman spread her wings.

The howling wind was also caused by the flapping of her wings. The gale directly condensed into wind blades, cutting the surrounding trees in half.

"With just you …"

The old woman was furious. With her eight wings spread, her back released a holy white light. Every flap of her wings brought with it a power that could shatter heaven and earth.

"You want to take the children away? Dream on!"

Boom …

The gale suddenly increased.

After the appearance of the howling wind, the Gods who were entangled by the old woman could not even take half a step forward.

Even the Lords …

Could not break through for a while.

This was an eight-winged angel!

A peerless expert comparable to a God King.

For billions of years, the number of Angel experts above the eight-winged angel level could be counted on two hands.

In this era …

Two eight-winged angels and one Angel King.

If not for Yale's appearance, or if not for Yale's ambition, this era would be their golden age for the Angel race.

Who would have thought …

The Angel King died to avenge the God Emperor.

The Angel race, which once had a special status among the Gods, was like a rat on the street, surrounded and suppressed by the entire God Race.

They gave up the homeland that they had lived in for billions of years.

Even running to this dark forest in the deep mountains, they still could not escape the God Race's encirclement.

"Don't want to kill more, for the sake of the people … You asked for it!"

Whoosh …

The afterimage flashed and disappeared.

The Lords who attacked the eight-winged old woman could only feel a gust of wind passing through them.

They could not sense anything else …

When they came to their senses, there was already a palm print on their chests.

A bloody palm print.

Their shoulders, arms …

Everywhere that could be seen with the naked eye was bloody.

The surrounding trees all collapsed, the afterimage stopped, and the old woman's hands and wings were drenched in blood.

The God Race who seemed to be in charge was stunned for a moment.

Judging from his appearance, he did not expect the eight-winged angel's power to reach this level.

One should know …

All of these Sovereigns had fought against the Angel Clan before.

None of the six-winged angels could last more than a hundred moves against them.

It was just an extra pair of wings …

How could his strength increase by so much?

"Steward, hurry up and break my seal. You've seen it for yourself. Don't think that this dotard's brain isn't working, but his methods are very vicious. Break this subordinate's seal, and this subordinate will be able to contribute as well. "

Scarface was very frantic. It was as though he had seen that the Sovereigns were unable to defeat the Angel Kings.

"You …"

"My lord, don't hesitate. I don't have any other intentions, I just want to live. If you lose, I'll die here with you. Why don't you send me to a safe place? As long as I'm safe, it won't be a problem even if I don't break the seal! "

"How is that possible!"

The manager snorted angrily. Their goal in coming here was to capture the eight-winged seraphim.

As long as he could capture her …

She and another eight-winged angel were husband and wife. If they used her as a hostage, the eight-winged angel would definitely not sit idly by.

If he could defeat both Eight-wingers …

The Angel Race was nothing to worry about.

"Since you can't send me away, then what are you waiting for? If you don't break the seal, you want me to stay here and be a burden to you? "Scarface snorted angrily.

"What can a two-winged angel do?"

"I think there's something wrong with your brain. I was sent here to be a spy. How could I possibly be a two-winged angel? I'm a spy. I'm here to give you information. I'm here to fight with the entire Angel Race. This is just my fake body, an illusion. "

Scarface scolded angrily. Hearing this, the manager's eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn't that he was hesitating. Rather, he was a little angry at the scarface angel's words.

"What, you want to kill me? I serve Lord Yale. If you dare touch me, you and your family won't have a good time. "Scarface's face was filled with arrogance." Besides, if I break the seal, you'll be nothing! "

Creak.

The manager clenched his fists tightly.

Scarface was still fearless. He lifted his chin and looked at the manager with his triangular eyes.

"After this battle is over, we'll settle it."

"Don't talk nonsense. Break the seal!"

It was easy to break the Angel Race's seal from the outside, but it was extremely difficult to break it from the inside.

The manager frowned and lightly tapped Scarface a few times.

During this period, the eight-winged angel had finished off all the Lord Gods.

"You … must die …"

The eight-winged old lady's afterimage flashed, but this time, it wasn't as smooth as before.

"Look at you. Behave. You won't live for long …"

The eight-winged old lady's surroundings were actually sealed by a thin layer of net. The net had completely bound her wings, and she couldn't move at all.

Looking at the net cable …

It was the manager's hand!

There was an aquamarine artifact on his arm.

It was all thanks to this artifact that he was able to seal the old lady.

"You too …"

She looked at Scarface indifferently and gave him a hard kick.

Scarface's seal had already been broken by the manager. After breaking the seal, the manager looked at the eight-winged old lady and snorted at Scarface.

"Once we're done with this, there must be a conclusion between us. Even if you're Lord Yale's man, you can't insult me like this … "

"My Lord …"

At this moment, the Lord Gods, who were already heavily injured by the old lady, exclaimed.

The manager frowned and immediately felt a chill on his back. He instantly reacted, but he was still one step too late.

"I don't have time to wait for you. When that time comes …"

His hand went straight through the manager's chest.

With a forceful tug, the manager's heart was directly pulled out, beating vigorously in the scar-faced angel's hand.

"You …"

The manager's face was filled with shock.

He couldn't understand why this angel who worked for Lord Yale would attack him.

I'm also working for Lord Yale after all.

Was it because of what he said earlier?

He …

Was he the kind of person who didn't care about the consequences and didn't want to leave any trouble for himself?

He was wronged!

The conclusion he was talking about was definitely not life or death.

They were both working for Lord Yale, and he only needed Lord Yale's judgment.

Why did he …

"Go in peace."

He suddenly crushed the heart, and the scar-faced angel punched the manager's forehead.

The Protoss were different from other races!

Their high level was reflected in the fact that the shattering of their Divine Spark was true death.

As for others …

They could be reborn.

The fact that the scar-faced angel shattered the manager's forehead meant that …

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