Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

After the Holy Angel Sword appeared, the hundred-meter-tall angelic phantom in the sky made a cracking sound.

It shattered like glass.

It directly transformed into a vast power that surged into the body of the Chaos Angel Leader in his heart.

In an instant, the opponent's aura surged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, it actually reached the level of a faint divine power!
Although they haven't taken the final step yet, they should not be underestimated.

Upon seeing this scene, the Blood-Weeping Holy Lord was overjoyed.

"The Holy Angel Sword, hahaha, it's really on you guys, hahahaha!"

The laughter was almost manic.

This scene surprised and delighted him greatly.

He had only received vague information that the Holy Angel Sword might be kept by the Chaos Angel, and he came with only a try-it-out attitude.

I never expected to actually see this supreme artifact!

Thinking of those incredible legends, my heart suddenly burned with excitement.

If he could get his hands on it, wouldn't he be able to roam freely in the abyss?

"All evil will be destroyed!"

The leader of the Chaos Angels raised his battle sword, pointing it straight into the void.

The divine aura emanating from his body surged and erupted at this moment.

It dispersed most of the surrounding blood color.

Upon seeing this scene, the Blood-Weeping Saint Lord sneered a few times.

"Not just anyone who wields a divine weapon can make it effective."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ferocious abyssal demons from all around rushed at him.

The leader of the Chaos Angels remained calm as he charged forward, sword in hand.

Two thousand five-star abyssal demons overwhelmed the leader of the Chaos Angels.

But the course of the battle took an unexpected turn.

puff~
The Chaos Angels leader killed them all with a single sword strike!
The sword sliced ​​through the demons, weapons and all, as if they were being chopped into pieces; no one could withstand a single strike.

The power of a 5-star ultimate unit is as tender as a child's compared to the Chaos Angel leader.

Or rather, in the face of the sword in the opponent's hand.
The two thousand abyssal demons, fighting relentlessly, were all slaughtered in a short time.

In just over ten minutes, only the proud figure of the Chaos Angel leader remained on the field.

The Holy Angel Sword in his hand was calmly emitting a milky white light, its blade unstained by any blood.

"That's the feeling. A supreme artifact that no weapon or armor can withstand!"

The Blood-Weeping Holy Lord was almost going mad at this moment.

"Hahaha, it should become my treasure!"

After a deep roar, crack~
The crimson clouds in the sky suddenly burst open, unleashing terrifying power within them.

The surrounding space was directly distorted.

The body of the abyss demon that had just been killed instantly transformed into flesh and energy, covering the surrounding area.

Click~
Vast areas of void shattered, and numerous spatial cracks crisscrossed, covering the entire sky.

Watching the battle from a great distance, Lear subconsciously looked over and saw that on the other side of those cracks were actually towns!

It could be a tribe of a certain race, or a gathering place of certain life forms.
They were all vibrant lives.

During this process, he sensed an extremely familiar aura, subconsciously looked in a certain direction, and his expression became quite subtle.

The city of glimpses!

One of the spatial rifts actually leads directly to the City of Slight Dew.

What exactly is this guy trying to do?
Looking at the churning sea of ​​blood, Lear was still somewhat confused about the Blood-Weeping Saint Lord's plans.

Right there, the crimson clouds began to swirl.

A huge vortex formed in mid-air.

It swallowed the entire sky, looking like an apocalyptic disaster.

The next moment, the life on the other side of the spatial rift—bang!—exploded directly, turning into a cloud of blood mist, which was drawn into the terrifying vortex and merged into it.

There were so many cracks that there were thousands of them.

The creatures on the other side were clearly unprepared, and many of them exploded and died.

Clusters of blood mist surged forth, instantly making the vortex's color even more shimmering crimson.

Lear clearly sensed that the City of Slight Dew was being eroded by an invisible force.

If he doesn't intervene, the Cold-Blooded Cavalry, a force with considerable fighting power, might be able to hold off that unique power, but ordinary residents would definitely be devoured.

With a slight thought, he directly isolated that power.

Moreover, it wasn't just him; many of the spatial rifts also harbored powerful life forms, and those beings intervened directly, preventing him from succeeding.

However, there were too many rifts, and they led not only to the main plane, but also to dimensional planes and even the abyss.

Moreover, it is constantly opening up and tearing open new spatial channels.

Even if only half can be consumed, it's still an enormous sum.

The crimson flesh and energy formed after the death of those lives were all poured into the vortex.

And it wasn't just flesh and blood; along with it came endless resentment.

The resentment of innocent and tragic deaths!!
This malevolent and overwhelming power dimmed the pure white castle, and then a portion of the power transformed into rolling clouds that engulfed the walls and covered the castle.

The thousands of Chaos Angels in the sky changed their expressions drastically, retreating and surrounding their leader who wielded the Holy Angel Sword.

Looking down, I saw that my dwelling place had vanished.

The leader of the Chaos Angels raised his battle sword high, and bursts of dazzling light dispelled the surrounding blood-red clouds.

However, as the power and resentment surged forth, the light of the Holy Angel Sword grew dimmer and dimmer.

While weapons are powerful, who wields them is even more important.

If it is controlled by a powerful god, even if the Bloodthirsty Saint Lord slaughters tens of millions of people, he cannot shake it in the slightest!

But at this moment, the leader of the Chaos Angels had not even set foot in the realm of the gods.

Compared to a mid-level deity, the difference is immeasurable.

The opponent can bury the Chaos Angel by sheer strength.

Time passed slowly, and the blood-red clouds in the sky grew to their densest point, beginning to drizzle with fine, misty blood-red rain.

The Chaos Angel's power was gradually suppressed, and even with the Holy Angel Sword, it began to falter.

He continuously wielded the supreme divine weapon in his hand, unleashing terrifying holy sword energy that tore apart the surrounding blood-red clouds.

But how could the power within it compare to that of a mid-level god? Besides, countless lives were being devoured by it.

The dark power created by crushing a person is absolutely the mortal enemy of divine power.

If the divine power is strong enough, then this evil power will vanish and disappear in an instant.

Conversely, when evil forces are powerful, the divine forces will be eroded and corrupted.

At this moment, it is clear that the Blood-Weeping Holy Lord has the absolute initiative.

The leader of the Chaos Angels knew that this couldn't continue.

His face turned anxious.

Then, as if making a decision, he looked at his companion with difficulty.

At that moment, thousands of Chaos Angels nodded in unison, then resolutely raised their swords and plunged them into their own hearts.

The sight of thousands of people making this gesture at the same time is extremely visually striking!

Click~
Their hearts shattered instantly, and everyone turned into streams of light, rushing into the body of the Chaos Angel leader.

After the self-sacrifice of thousands, the other side finally took the final step.

His aura surged more than tenfold!
It was promoted to a weak divine power.

The angelic sword in his hand shone brightly once more.

He held the sword upright in both hands against his chest, the tip pointing straight to the sky.

The leader of the Chaos Angels suddenly raised it above his head and swung it down.

"Slay him in the name of the Father God!"

All its power erupted, and a terrifying, holy light tore through the sky.

Countless spatial cracks around them suddenly shattered.

The blood-red clouds in the sky were severed by a single sword strike, and the vortex shattered and dissipated.

Looking up, a bright moon cascaded down from the thick, blood-red clouds that parted to the left and right.

It adds a touch of color to this world.

But after this sword strike, the Chaos Angel's aura rapidly weakened, and its entire body became dull and lifeless.

He could barely hold the sword in his hand anymore.

The aura of the Blood-Weeping Saint Lord vanished without a trace under this sword strike.

Lear's eyes lit up when he saw the picture.

When the crane and the clam fight, the fisherman is waiting in the wings.
But just as he was about to make a move, the clouds in the sky began to roll again.

The separated blank areas were submerged, and the clear, cold moon was instantly covered.

"Such powerful strength. It can even harm my soul across endless void."

"As expected of the Holy Angel's Sword"

The Blood-Weeping Holy Lord's voice, tinged with a chilling tone, resounded through the sky.

The excitement I felt just moments ago was mostly shattered by this sword strike.

He almost got caught off guard and capsized in the gutter. Luckily, he managed to escape into the divine realm in time, otherwise he would have been severely injured even if he hadn't died!
The Holy Angel's Sword is indeed terrifying.

However, the Chaos Angel has lost its ability to resist, and now it's time to enjoy the sweet fruit.

The crimson clouds pressed down suddenly, completely engulfing the leader of the Chaos Angels.

Lear frowned, as if suddenly sensing something, and looked in a certain direction.

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

That's interesting. He's not the only one who wants to be a fisherman.

On the scene, the leader of the Chaos Angels was completely unable to withstand the opponent's devouring. In a moment of tragic despair, his body shattered with a crack, turning into a stream of light that flowed into the Holy Angel's War Sword.

The next moment, the unobstructed crimson clouds directly covered the Holy Angel's Sword.

It began to erode rapidly.

yah~
The sound of cold water droplets popping as they fell into the oil pan rang out.

The holy angel's sword was swallowed by evil.

Lear raised an eyebrow and turned to look in a certain direction again. Why aren't you making a move?

Once the Bloodthirsty Holy Lord completes the transformation of the Holy Angel Sword, the situation will no longer be as easy to control as it is now.

A mid-level god wielding a supreme artifact is something a Chaos Angel cannot compare to.

Even powerful gods would find it troublesome.

The thick blood cloud seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, pouring entirely into the Holy Angel War Sword.

The sky gradually brightened, and the bright moon could be seen hanging high in the sky.

This supreme artifact has lost its divine luster and become dull and lifeless.

Even the surface was tinged with dark lines, and the holy angel relief was stained with a touch of scarlet.

The opponent intends to use the power of darkness to corrupt the Holy Angel Sword. Under normal circumstances, even if the Bloodthirsty Saint Lord had intermediate divine power, he would find it difficult to do so.

But now, this treasure is neither owned nor controlled.

We can only let them do as they please.

Gradually, it was corrupted, and its sacred aura began to dissipate.

However, there has been no progress in the most crucial aspect.

The stalemate lasted for a full five hours, and the Holy Angel Sword had not yet been completely corrupted.

The moon in the sky has disappeared, and there is no light in the world.

The world was plunged into its darkest period.

But in another half hour, the first ray of sunlight will pierce the darkness.

Lear also sensed the oppressive atmosphere and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Staring intently at the Holy Angel Sword
Time passed slowly, and there were only ten minutes left until dawn.

Suddenly, an indescribable aura of darkness erupted.

It directly enveloped this entire sky.

Lear subconsciously looked up at the void.

A figure with twelve jet-black wings flapping and wearing dark red armor appeared directly in mid-air.

Lord of Fallen Angels—Ronadel!
The archangel, who had recently killed Daenerys Targaryen and was once the creator god, appeared out of nowhere.

His gaze was fixed on the holy angel's sword, which was covered in crimson, and his face was filled with indescribable excitement.

"Ronadel?!"

After the Lord of Fallen Angels appeared, the figure of the Bloodthirsty Lord suddenly materialized in front of the Holy Angel Sword.

As you can see, the other person's right hand is tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

Both of them are their true forms!

The Lord of Fallen Angels raised his head slightly, his gaze looking down.

"Bloodthirsty Holy Lord, thank you for helping me activate my weapon."

"Now, there is one more thing I want to ask of you."

His tone was calm and even, as if they were discussing what to eat tomorrow.

The Blood-Weeping Saint Lord felt a chill run down his spine.

He increased his power input while speaking in a low voice.

“Your Majesty Ronaldel, I found this artifact myself and I do not wish to be your enemy.”

Ignoring the other party's words, the Lord of Fallen Angels said casually.

"With your strength, you are incapable of transforming the Holy Angel Sword."

"I didn't bring it into the abyss because its core power was set up by the creator god himself."

"The sacred power within cannot be erased by ordinary means."

"Over the long years, the power of the creator god has almost dissipated, but to completely corrupt it, a sufficient amount of sacrifice is needed."

"A god of moderate divine power is barely qualified."

The Blood-Weeping Saint Lord's expression turned extremely ugly.

"This information, you deliberately leaked it to me back then?!"

The Lord of Fallen Angels remained expressionless.

"Who knew you'd be so foolish?"

"Don't you even consider why I would let this supreme artifact, which I have used for countless years, be left to languish outside?"

"You are the seventh deity to know the news, but the first to dare to take action."

The Blood-Weeping Saint Lord felt as if he had suffered immense, real harm.

"W!C!N!M!"

His body suddenly erupted with boundless power, shattering the void in front of him, and he tried to escape with the Holy Angel Battle Sword.

Upon seeing this, the Lord of Fallen Angels' lips curled into a disdainful smile.

Extend your right hand and slowly make a fist.

Click~
The void shattered.

The Blood-Weeping Saint Lord was forced to reveal himself.

That wasn't all. The Lord of Fallen Angels clasped his hands together and chanted obscure incantations.

Suddenly, the Holy Angel Sword unleashed an extremely terrifying power, directly engulfing the Weeping Blood Saint Lord.

This abyssal evil god of intermediate divine power was corrupted into streams of pure energy amidst terrifying wails, and then all of it was poured into the Holy Angel War Sword.

They were powerless to resist in the slightest!

next moment.

The holy power at the core of the Holy Angel Sword was completely corrupted and transformed into dark power.

The Blood-Weeping Saint Lord, a god who dreamed of wielding the supreme artifact, was thus sacrificed.

The Lord of Fallen Angels revealed a radiant smile.

After planning for millions of years, he finally got his hands on this weapon that belonged only to him!
Just as he flew forward, intending to retrieve the Holy Angel Sword,

Crack! The sky was torn apart by an extremely terrifying and ferocious force.

The shield erected by the Chaos Angel vanished without a trace.

Subsequently, the Lord of Fallen Angels was directly exposed to the rules of the prime plane.

What a terrifying thing it is that a powerful god personally descends!
Without the cover, the rules of the main plane were instantly activated, and endless resistance erupted.

The Lord of Fallen Angels didn't even get to stay in the Prime Material Plane for a second longer before being forcibly expelled by the Plane's rules.

But just a few breaths later, the void in front of them shattered once again.

The Lord of Fallen Angels has appeared a second time.

But the moment it appeared, I was completely stunned.

The holy angel's sword ahead had vanished without a trace, and not only that, but the pure white castle of the Chaos Angel on the ground had also disappeared.

Looking down, you can see that a large chunk of the ground has been dug up.

A pang of pain shot through my heart, and an indescribable rage erupted within me.

He, the dignified Lord of Fallen Angels, a being of godlike power, whose existence could make the entire Abyss tremble, had his supreme artifact, which he had been plotting for millions of years, taken away!
"Who, who is it?!"

A hysterical roar, filled with deep-seated hatred, resounded throughout the sky. (End of Chapter)