He became the White-Haired Evil God after wearing the Seven Curses Rings.

Chapter 137 All-Out War

The clash between the high-ranking angels and the lords of the North reached a fever pitch the moment they made contact.

The frost giant's battle axe, imbued with extreme cold, clashed head-on with the lightsaber formed by the high angels.

The shockwave, like a giant wave, instantly overturned the wreckage of the alchemical machinery within a hundred feet.

The battle axe fell, followed by a giant silver wolf.

It instantly transformed into hundreds of white afterimages, weaving and tearing through the angelic array, each pounce tearing off a piece of light feather.

The tide of battle seems to be turning in favor of the Allied forces.

But the next second—

A streak of light appeared.

A group of northern lords at the forefront were instantly pierced through the body.

A high-ranking angel slowly withdrew his joined fingers, lowered his gaze to the dead lords of the North, his indifferent face showing no emotion.

"Ha... these lowly beasts dare to covet my lord's world."

He plunged his lightsaber into the chest of a struggling northern lord.

"They're nothing but descendants of thieves, they don't even deserve to..."

Before he could finish speaking...

His words stuck in his throat.

The northern lord, whose chest had been pierced, slowly raised his head.

He forcefully pulled the lightsaber out of his body.

"Wait, what is this...?"

The pupils of the high-ranking angels suddenly contracted.

"A death sanctuary?!"

The high-ranking angels finally panicked.

However, the lord of the North did not give him any time to react.

The frost-covered claws pierced the chest of the high angel the instant the lightsaber was drawn.

The next second, a grayish-white death power surged wildly within him, and in no time, most of the divine power within him was depleted.

At this moment, the high-ranking angel finally realized that something was wrong.

These northern lords not only possess the protection and power of death, but their fighting spirit and strength also continuously increase as the battle continues.

"That's... the power of war!?"

The other high-ranking angels noticed something was wrong at the same time.

But it was too late.

One hundred and twenty high-ranking angels, all of level 120, were successfully intercepted by the Northern Lord, who was inferior in both number and level, and were even subtly suppressed.

However, everyone knows that the real battlefield is not here.

Looking at the four archangels still hovering before the gates of heaven, two figures that had been hidden for a long time slowly emerged in mid-air.

Thanatos lv.126

[Strive, lv.126]

Death and war are now descending upon the battlefield in their full glory as gray horse knights and red horse knights.

"Oh, it's Death and War, one of those four knights. I thought they had vanished completely."

Seraphim Gabriel gently stroked his pure white hair, and twelve rainbow wings slowly unfurled behind him.

He was the most beautiful of the four angels, and also the most arrogant.

His gaze fell on Thanatos, a strange light flashing in his pure golden eyes.

"Death Knights...it's said they perished long ago in the aftermath of Ragnarok. I never expected to meet one here."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"I will accept this Death Knight."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a flowing rainbow, heading straight for Thanatos.

The Seraphim Samael followed closely behind, his eight arms outstretched, each holding an ancient weapon.

"In that case, I'll accept that war knight as well!"

Raphael, the Archangel of Power, did not move.

His expression remained unchanged, his dark eyes sweeping over Taro Ball and his group.

"If I'm not mistaken, the four of you are supposed to be working together against me."

The next second, Raphael spread out six pairs of jet-black wings, and the sky within a hundred feet seemed to be shrouded in night.

Seeing this, Yu Yuan did not hesitate and activated the prepared tools.

The Wind Witch's Blessing

[After use, gain flight status, increase movement speed by 200%, increase agility by 25%, and each attack will deal an additional magic attack equal to agility * 15%. Lasts 5 minutes.]

Taro Ball, Taro Cloud Sheng, Cat, and Azsarax disguised as an ordinary person all took to the air at the same time, surrounding Raphael in mid-air.

Raphael glanced around, a hint of annoyance appearing in his dark eyes.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

But he did not underestimate it.

A massive, jet-black sword fell from the wings into his palm.

In his perception, Azsharax's aura was the most powerful.

But his intuition told him that the human male wielding the heavy sword was the most dangerous of the four.

Without hesitation, without testing the waters.

Raphael's figure vanished from the four people's perception for a moment.

The next moment, the pitch-black giant sword pierced through Taro Ball's chest.

"it's over."

Raphael spoke calmly.

If nothing unexpected happens, Taro Ball should have already revived and returned to town by now.

However, the shape of the taro ball did not disappear.

A semi-transparent system notification appeared in the sky above the battlefield, coming into the view of every player.

[Substitute Death Contract]

Should we take responsibility for the "taro balls aren't round" incident?

[Bonus message: One death record is worth 100 contribution points. The top ten contributors will be able to join the Wheel of Fortune.]

A player who was reaping the remaining health of an angel on the battlefield below was slightly taken aback.

"What the hell is this? Am I supposed to die in place of the Taro Ball King?"

He subconsciously read out the system notification and then saw the accompanying message.

He was stunned for 0.3 seconds.

The next second, the expression on his face changed from bewilderment to seriousness, and from seriousness to impassioned enthusiasm.

"Ahem! The greater good is at stake! How can we tolerate such misunderstandings?! Boss Taro Ball has paved the way for us so much; now is the time for us to repay him!"

He took a deep breath, reached out, and pointed to "Yes".

The substitution contract has taken effect.

Player "Repair Your Dam" has taken the fall for "Taro Ball Isn't Round" in this death.

Below, the player's figure transformed into a white light, and before disappearing, a heroic expression of "I did it" remained on his face.

High in the sky, the fatal piercing wound on Taro Ball's chest completely healed the moment the white light appeared.

He opened his eyes, his gaze towards Raphael as calm as still water.

Raphael's brow furrowed for the first time.

Without hesitation, he brought the greatsword down again.

Should we take responsibility for the "taro balls aren't round" incident?

Another notification box appeared.

Another player selected "Yes".

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...