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The Death Wings of the Angel of Death.

"Bury these usurpers!"

Subra's gentle smile suddenly broke away, revealing a crazy and insane smile.

The flames brought by the people who had nothing grew larger and larger.

They cast out fire.

Like a meteor splashing, illuminating the surroundings.

The world with howling wind and snow seems to be divided into two layers: inside and outside, up and down!

...

"Report to the Duke of Atlanta, the Poor have climbed to the top of the mountain and are attacking the city from all sides..."

Deep inside and high up in the capital, inside the Atlanta Palace surrounded by countless halls, the sound of footsteps came from outside, disturbing the bonfire hanging on the dome of the palace.

As the flames flickered, someone shouted and pushed the door open - the next second he was suddenly stunned and his expression changed!

"Your Majesty, the Holy... Holy Bishop?"

The man, who was obviously a servant sent out to gather intelligence, opened his mouth with an expression of disbelief.

And in its sight.

A tall, thin, dark shadow stood with its back to him, with its hands hanging down on the carpet of the palace. In front of the dark shadow, an equally tall and thin figure was hanging in the sky, as if hung by something.

After that.

The throne is vacant.

The luxurious robe fell limply.

The crown fell to one side.

The one being hung was undoubtedly the Prince of Atlanta!

"You came."

The 'Holy Bishop', with his back to the 'servant' who came to report the situation, turned his face slightly to the side and looked back.

Although the pale face under the hood could not see the eyes, it made the servant freeze.

He did not respond.

I dare not, I cannot...

The Holy Bishop's words were not directed at him!

“The plan went well.”

A cold and dead voice came from behind the attendant: "They are indeed coming."

"Under the guidance of the high walls of the usurpers that cannot be easily destroyed, the news of the start of the holy war that we deliberately released led them here."

The 'Saint' Shugli passed by the attendant.

He came to the front and looked at the Prince of Atlanta hanging in the air: "The highest person in the world is just dust in front of God."

He said as if with emotion.

"This position was never his."

“Also, those who have nothing are not worthy of attention,” the Holy Bishop said.

"I'm asking, is that person here?"

"coming."

Xiu Geli said: "And... it's already here!"

Huh... A second after the words fell, wind blew in the hall, and between the silent watering...wisps of green shadows flowed out from the gaps between bricks and tiles on both sides of the hall and the ends of pillars, like water flowing.

clap clap clap!

Applause ensued!

"So this is a conspiracy—"

Another voice was heard from above.

A clear and crisp voice, along with the rising green fire, condensed into a dark and slender young figure from the throne on the steps.

He sat high on the throne, looking down at the people below.

He crossed his legs, looked up and smiled: "It seems that you deliberately set up a battle array and waited for me here."

"The Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of Death, 'Saint of the Dead' Shugli!"

"as well as..."

"The Holy Pope of the Church of Death, 'First Saint' Reg."

There is no doubt that Li Re said this when he came quickly from the northern border through the "Yin Yang Road".

Eyes burning.

Do not hide your existence at all!

Chapter 517

Lord of the Dead, God's Descent: Apocalypse

The siege outside the capital of Atlantis is still going on. The magic dignitaries standing on the fortress walls have been sacrificed to the wings of the "Angel of Death" by the bishops from the Church of Death. The "Wings of Death" in the sky are like dark shadows, howling in the world filled with wind and snow, and their screams bring extremely terrifying death.

But those people who were whizzing up and had nothing were still fearless. They just rushed to throw the "fire" in their hands - those hard objects engraved with runes were thrown high up and smashed down on Deathwing, making these shadows from the underworld scream miserably and fall to the ground with a bang.

There were also countless people who had nothing and fell to the ground amid the screams of Deathwing, and their lives were taken away.

However, their remaining 'Rune' was picked up by those who came later.

Continue to rush forward!

Having climbed over the overlapping mountains and stepped onto this place with their own hands, they had no room for retreat.

To them,

To retreat is to die.

Moving forward may mean death, but it may also mean life.

You never have to think about what to choose!

People who have nothing may lack knowledge of the world, but they do not lack the ability to make judgments!

Under such successive attacks.

Even with the 'Wings of Death' as ​​a barrier, the fortress standing majestically on the top of the mountain began to shake.

There are too many people who have nothing.

Although the individual strength of the 'Deathwing' was strong and could easily defeat hundreds of the penniless people holding runes, they were scattered on the multi-faceted prismatic walls around the fortress, and eventually there were gaps.

Then the flames overlapped, and it was clearly a very high and desolate snow-capped mountain.

The fortress city on the top of the mountain seems like an iron pot suspended above a furnace.

then.

Boom!

at last.

A gap was blasted open on one side of the city wall. Amid the billowing dust and smoke, countless people, ragged, pale and thin, but with ferocious faces, rushed in!

"...The gap must be closed!"

A bishop of the Church of Death stood on a high wall and saw the scene. He looked up at Deathwing in the sky, then looked at the countless surging crowds outside the wall and raised his hands.

Instantly, the black fog rolled, and more than twenty hands of death gathered in the fog, ready to block the small gap in the city wall...

A stone was suddenly thrown.

This time it wasn't fire that was lit.

But...'life'!

Inscribed with the Rune of Life!

The spreading vitality instantly collided with the hand that symbolized death. The conflict of mysterious attributes made the bishop of the Church of Death's eyes widen, and the black mist condensed around his body dissipated as if blown away by a strong wind.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

It is hard to believe that this power appeared.

And do not trust...the man who throws the stone.

"How dare you come back, Xiuji Engart!"

He gnashed his teeth, stared at the person opposite him, and spoke like this - like this!

...

Compared to the battle outside the city walls.

In the 'royal palace' deep in the capital of Atlantis, there seemed to be a 'peaceful' atmosphere.

It was so peaceful that it seemed as if the people who came were not enemies of the Church of Death.

Not a rebel who destroys the earthly order and violates the 'covenant of Abraham'.

Li Re was still sitting on the 'throne' that originally belonged to the Duke of Atlanta, crossing his legs and staring at the people below.

Even though it was only a projection state and not his prime period, he walked parallel to the world on the 'Yin Yang Road' and it only took him less than a moment to get here from the border, crossing a distance of thousands of miles.

In fact, if he had not deliberately spread out the Yin-Yang Road to cover the entire Principality of Atlantis, his speed would actually be much faster than this.

A thousand miles away can be reached in just a moment!

It is only natural that it appears now.

The current position on the throne is based on a reckless instinct.

After saying the names of the 'First Saint' Reg and the 'Saint of the Dead Country' Shugli, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"All outsiders, please step back!"

Just one second.

The 'servant' who paused at the door was in a trance for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, all he could see was the wind and snow.

He was directly "pushed" out of the palace by Li Re!

It is also this moment.

The Holy Pope who was watching this scene - 'First Saint' Reg and 'Four Nations Saint' Shugli looked at each other, and their eyes became very solemn.

"I can't believe that the Lord of the Undead, the 'Spirit King', would actually worry about accidental injuries?"

The cloak moves automatically without wind.

The hood was slightly raised.

'Holy Pope' Reg raised his head and looked at Li Re above.

Li Re also lowered his eyes and looked at them: "No, no, no, you misunderstood."

"I'm just worried that you'll use him as a sacrifice too... just like this guy!" He pointed at the Duke of Atlanta who was still hanging in the air, obviously already a dead body.

He said: "This will add a little insignificant and unnecessary trouble to me!"

"A trivial, unnecessary trouble?"

Reg's voice was low and hoarse, echoing in the palace: "It seems that His Majesty the Spirit King is still very confident even after hearing that this is a trap we deliberately set up!"

“I can’t say I have confidence, I just think it’s very interesting.”

Li Re said: "You took the initiative to lure us here in the name of 'holy war' - do you want to catch us all in one fell swoop?"

"No wonder you didn't destroy the 'high walls' I built... Besides the fact that you really couldn't destroy them, I guess it was also for this plan, right?"

He related what he had heard when he arrived, the content of the conversation between the two 'saints'.