The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Pfft..."

　It is a silent river that has been flowing underground for thousands of years and is now quietly seeping into the boundaries of reality.

　The river gradually took shape in the air—a huge lioness's head, a tattered black robe, and magnificent claws trailing long lines of slime.

　The six twisted bone wings peeled out from the sea of ​​mucus and gradually stretched out, like a spider with bared fangs and claws.

　His appearance almost immediately shattered the minds of everyone on the battlefield, whether they were imperials or pirates.

　The cursed angel roared like a lion under the dark clouds and heavy rain, drawing a clear arc among the rain curtains.

　He leaned down, looked at the densely packed battlefield on the coast, and stretched out his long claws.

　The angel grabbed a handful of flesh and blood, some from the Imperials and some from the pirates, and stuffed it into his mouth.

　At the same time, scales opened up on his dark skin, and black flies flew out from between the scales, spreading across the battlefield.

　Then, with Him as the radius, the golden people on the entire Vesta continent began to suffer organ failure.

　This includes all those who have the blood of the Golden People, including the people of Garo, Messina, Faru, and the people of the Academy.

　"...cough..."

　On the steamship, Mr. Luffy spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

　The symbol of the Tree of Life immediately lit up on the back of his hand, maintaining its life, but this was only temporary.

　Luffy looked out the window at the gloomy rain and murmured softly:

　"He wants us all to die..."

　""

　On the seawall, the body of the cursed angel is constantly expanding.

　He has not yet been fully promoted to an angel. This requires a process. The closer the golden blood is to Him, the faster it will return to Him and the faster it will die.

　Sekhmet hunted down all creatures that opposed God to glorify His Father.

　The pirates began to retreat, and tentacles grew on Delem Kans' face, covering his eyes and preventing him from looking at the angel.

　The narwhal group and the typhoon fleet also began to disperse, and the dense sails on the sea gradually became sparse, as if they were all giving way to the birth of this angel.

　"Hehehe...hahahahaha...great...great Sekhmet...they fled...they fled..."

　Tutankhamun knelt on the ground, his lower body had turned into black flesh paste, flies were gnawing at his body, attributing everything he had to the cursed angel.

　"The Oasis will never be violated!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, "The Oasis..."

　But he suddenly seemed to think of something, and at that moment, he understood why the Typhoon Fleet dispersed.

　"wrong..."

　New Galo - One minute left until the Pale Angel lands

　"Oh!"

　Finally, Isis tore open Letes' bedroom door and rushed in.

　The sound of the piano, accompanied by spiritual pressure, hit Isis in the face, almost causing her to fall to her knees.

　Against the spiritual pressure, she raised her head with difficulty, and the first thing that caught her eye was the frantically played piano.

　It is played not by human hands but by snail-like tentacles.

　The whole room was filled with snail-like tentacles, some playing the piano, some eating, some sleeping, and some painting.

　Drawing papers covered every corner of the room. Isis couldn't understand the patterns on them; they seemed to be just messy lines.

　And in the very center of the room, where the snail's tentacles met, a bloody figure was waving a paintbrush frantically in front of the easel.

　The moment Isis rushed in, he seemed to have finally finished painting, and his body trembled violently.

　"Letus Agomont...?"

　Isis stared blankly at the mass of flesh and blood in front of the easel, watching it slowly turn its head.

　Then she saw the familiar face.

　"Isis...my angel...!"

　Leites' Voice Band

　He cried with joy.

　"I...finally did it..."

　"My art...will be etched in history!"

　Looking past Leites, Isis finally saw what was depicted on the canvas.

　It was a magnificent seraph, stepping its forefeet onto the shore.

　"It's time."

　Amidst the raging storm, on top of the city wall, Xing Mo looked out at the misty sea in the distance, and the pocket watch in his hand snapped shut.

　"Fate is always accurate."

　"boom"

　"boom"

　The roar of the tsunami swept in, the rainstorm turned the sky and the earth into the ocean, and the symphony of millions of strong winds and thunders exploded at this moment!

　In the mist of the distant sea, a magnificent figure reaching up to heaven and earth was outlined by thunder!

　3155年11月22日下午18：07分，苍白天使登陆新伽罗。

Chapter 527 Pomegranate Juice (Part 9) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　"God".

　In the minds of ordinary people, this word means an indelible totem and a lofty belief.

　When the gods' front feet stepped onto the shore of civilization, the distance was shortened to an infinite distance.

　"Buzzing..."

　General Tutankhamun stared blankly at the figure as tall as the sky in the rain and fog, and the whites of his eyes gradually began to bleed.

　Despair washed over him, and then...

　"Snapped".

　He exploded into a minuscule puddle of flesh.

　The same thing happened everywhere in Singara. On the seawall, soldiers exploded one after another, turning into a bloody mess.

　In the houses, those residents who had not yet evacuated were blown to pieces, with flesh and blood stuck to the windows.

　When the angel revealed its true form in the mortal world, its destructive spiritual pressure destroyed all living things.

　"Boom!"

　Hundred-meter-high waves swept in with the footsteps of God, instantly sweeping away everything on the seabed.

　The tsunami swept into Singara with overwhelming force, tearing the rows of houses apart and shattering them into pieces like sand castles on the beach.

　The sea water did not stop until it reached the towering ring city walls. With a "boom!", cracks appeared on the ring city walls and sea water began to seep into the inner city.

　""

　On the coast, Sekhmet's spine kept making crackling sounds as he watched the pale angel slowly approaching.

　But He still stood there, and those dead golden people did not disperse, but gradually gathered towards Him.

　His body grew taller and more majestic, membranes gradually grew between his sticky bony wings, and barbs gradually grew on his body, which was covered with flowing black water.

　The Angel of Curse is constantly absorbing the souls of the Golden People. The gap between Him and the River of Curse is getting smaller and smaller, and soon He will become complete!

　""

　Feeling the waves of spiritual pressure coming at her, Isis fell to her knees, the Tree of Life mark on the back of her hand glowing.

　"Isis... I'm... I'm sorry..."

　Lights' voice came, making her heart tremble.

　"I...I shouldn't have...pushed you down...I'm...a very bad...artist..."

　"But...look..."

　“He is so beautiful…”

　"Crack." The flesh and blood burst apart, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of wind and rain.

　The mad artist died.

　His final expression was a praise of destruction.

　Isis turned and ran, and when she ran into the hall, she saw a pure white figure standing at the door.

　Aurora Havrgard watched expressionlessly as the refugees passed through the rift one by one. At the door behind her, the last steamship was parked there, its surface flashing with green fluorescence.

　"Come on," she said.

　Isis hurriedly led the refugees protected by Lights to the steam airship and helped them get on one by one.

　She had mixed feelings in her heart, but she had no time to think about it now, because a god was stepping on the land behind her.

　"Oh!"

　The hatch of the steam airship closed, and it rose up with difficulty amidst the storm.

　Isis stared out the window in a daze. She saw the city wall being breached by the tsunami. The sea water swept through the streets with collapsed rubble, smashing the ancient buildings with a history of thousands of years into pieces.

　The city wall once divided all of New Galori, and no one had crossed it for a hundred years.

　Now it has collapsed so absurdly, torn apart by a tsunami.

　"Boom!"

　Amidst the flashes of thunder, as the steamship rose in altitude, Isis saw the scene on the coast.

　She saw the dark angels rising higher and higher, almost as tall as the giants walking on the shallows, and the black river tore through the earth's crust and gushed into the sky like a fountain.

　The cities outside the ring have completely become ruins in the vast ocean, with only a few broken walls floating in the waves.

　New Galo - Casualties five minutes after the White Angel landed... 132519

　On the broken high wall surrounding the city, golden symbols flashed before Xingmo's eyes.

　Almost there. Counting the previous number, the golden people harvested by Sekhmet have reached the threshold for being promoted to angels.

　He will establish a connection with the River of Curse, and the true Angel of Curse will be born.

　"Om..."

　Xingmo didn't move, she just stared silently at the coast - or what used to be the coast.

　Two giants

　In the confrontation, the pale angel stepped onto the shore step by step, accompanied by rain, fog and tsunami, with his slender arms slightly raised.

　"Boom!"

　Countless thunders instantly gathered in his hands and were held tightly by him. Silver lightning snakes wrapped around his arms, as if forming a twisted arm armor.

　Looking at the great being approaching on foot, Sekhmet roared like a lion, his magnificent body breaking through the waves, and rushed towards the white angel with a roar—

　"Boom"

　The pale angel wielded a mighty thunderbolt, and the lightning snake exploded the moment it hit Sekhmet, turning the sky and the earth into a network divided by thunder.

　The lioness was thrown to the ground, and before she could get up, countless tentacles broke through the ocean currents, pierced deeply into her body, and wrapped around her inch by inch.

　Every time a tentacle pierced Sekhmet's body, he would let out a miserable howl, and shimmering light would flow out from the wounds torn by the tentacles, constantly tearing his skin into wounds.

　The pale angel leaned over, stabbed his hands into Sekhmet's chest, and then lifted the hundred-meter-tall giant up, and then suddenly tore it apart -

　"Pfft!"

　Sekhmet was torn into two pieces, and then exploded into countless black waters, splashing into the sea.

　In just one fight, an angel was killed!

　It must be said that the Pale Angel is worthy of being a holy angel under the command of the goddess. The power he possesses far exceeds that of newly promoted angels like Sekhmet.