[82. Fallen Angel]

The blonde man was dressed in golden armor and a pair of wings behind him. He was majestic. He had a long golden sword in his hand, and the wings on his back fanned gently. His body slowly floated and empty. As soon as the sun shone behind him, it immediately shined brilliantly, just like an angel coming to the world.

The old man in the white robe frowned slightly and his eyes looked thoughtful. At this time, like the old man in the black robe, he was full of doubts. Who is this boy? Is he from the Holy Court? But it's not like that he is not full of grace and pretends to be a ghost all day like those crazy people in the holy court. But if he is not a man of the holy court, how could he have the wings of this holy court angel? From his point of view, this is obviously an angel's wing, but a little less holiness and a little more murderous. Although I don't know how this boy did it, it is indeed angel wings. It seems that this boy has a lot of secrets.

The old man in white robe is thinking that the blonde man over there is more appropriate to say that the golden battle is not now. He has danced the sword in his hand, and the golden sword is slowly waved in the air. Although the speed is quite slow, it is always difficult to see the trajectory, and there is a vague sword shadow in the sky.

As the blonde man waved his sword, clouds slowly gathered in the sky, and a trace of thunder came from the air. The sky is changing for a while, and the clouds in the sky are unpredictable and invisible.

The sword is more urgent, the thicker the cloud, the more thunder.

On the tip of the sword, the golden light blends into it and slowly converges into a golden five-pointed star. This five-pointed array is completely composed of golden fighting spirit, but it looks like substance from the outside, and I don't know how the golden man did it. When the five-pointed array formed, the clouds in the sky slowly stopped gathering.

At this time, the blonde man had put on armor and could not see his face clearly. The long sword in his hand slowly raised, and the five-pointed star array moved with the sword, always three inches away from the tip of the sword. The long sword in his hand was held high above the top, and the golden man looked up at the sky and shouted loudly. The five-pointed star array on the tip of the sword flew out and rushed to the clouds in the sky.

For a while, the sea of clouds turned upside down, and the thunder was blowing, and the lightning shuttled between them.

The old man in white robe looked at the sky with a playful smile on his face and did not pay attention to this magnificent scene. His eyes are always on the golden man floating in the air. If you follow his eyes, you will find that he is not looking at the golden man, but the angel wings behind him.

The sea of clouds in the sky finally converged, and the sound of muffled thunder never came out. The electric light between the clouds danced more fiercely, and the thunder and lightning was stronger than before.

The golden man roared, and the sky was full of wind and clouds. A thick purple electric light fell from it, but the direction of its fall was not the old man in white robe, but the golden sword. The purple thunder and lightning slowly gathered into a big purple ball at the tip of the sword. The golden man's breathing gradually became rapid, when the light of the purple thunderball reached its peak. The golden man pointed forward with the tip of his sword, and a huge round ball hit the old man in white robe.

The old man in white robe seemed to be scared by the vision of heaven and earth. He stood there and never avoided anything. Is this old man really scared? Of course not. What he is looking at is just the bird man floating in the air with a pair of bird wings.

The purple thunderball reached the old man in a white robe in a blink of an eye, and the old man did not dodge. He just stood there, and the thunderball did not notice it. Just as he was about to close his eyes, the old man in white robe slowly stretched out his hand. Most of the previously powerful purple thunderball had faded before reaching the old man's finger. When it reached the old man's fingertips, it had turned into a trace of lightning into the body of the old man in white robe and disappeared.

The golden man was not discouraged when he saw that the blow was ineffective, as if he had expected it for a long time. Although he didn't see anything unusual, he just stood there and waved his sword. Every time the sword is waved, it will bring a thunderbolt against the old man in white robe.

The old man in the white robe also stood there without any reaction, but the purple thunderballs that hit all disappeared one foot away from the old man in the white robe.

Seeing that the clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the purple thunder light slowly dissipated. The last purple movie was integrated into the sword tip thunder ball. For a moment, the purple light won, and the sound of wind and thunder was endless. The purple thunderball did not emit, but slowly integrated into the golden sword. The golden light shines, and the silk purple electric current surrounds it, like a twisted dragon, with thousands of auspiciousness, like nine heavenly soldiers.

The blonde man condensed his sword and chest, and the golden wings behind him gently flapped. His huge body was like the god of war, rushing to the old man in white robe with great power. The long sword in his hand was unstoppable, like a dragon chanting, and the sound shook all over the field.

The old man in white robe smiled gently, and his right hand pointed forward gently. The wind and clouds were light, without any human smoke.

The fierce blow of the blonde man actually stopped in the air strangely. Time was like a freeze. If it hadn't been for the breeze blowing the old man's silver hair, the world would have really frozen. So far, the expression on the white robe old man's face has not changed at all, and the same wind and clouds are light and immortal.

The blonde man came with a huge momentum, but the white-robed old man could not move at all under his finger. At this time, the blonde man's heart was shocked inexplicably, and his whole body could not move at all, so he couldn't even blink his eyes.

I don't know how long it took. It looked like a thousand years in the eyes of the blonde man. There was a trace of fighting spirit in his body. The blonde man immediately rose up, carefully controlled this trace of fighting spirit, and went to the most reluctant force in his body. The blonde man held his breath, and his consciousness blended into the trace of fighting spirit, slowly guiding the faint fighting spirit to a secret place in the sea of air.

In the sea of knowledge, a black gate stands out of thin air. The gate is made of non-gold and non-stone. The gate is tattooed with complex patterns, and a black beast lingers in it. A golden figure in the sea of knowledge stood in front of the door, which was the consciousness of the blonde man. The consciousness stood silently for a long time, and finally seemed to make a difficult decision. The gesture in his hand kept changing, guiding the last trace of fighting spirit to condense into a rune, and gently lifted the rune in his hand to the black gate with his right hand.

The rune fell on the gate, and suddenly a dazzling black light appeared from the gate, and the dusty black door slowly opened. For a moment, the roar of various strange beasts exploded in the blonde man's sea of knowledge. Such a loud noise suddenly appeared. Even though the blonde man was prepared, he was also pushed back by the huge sound wave. The blonde man's consciousness floated far away before he stood firm and then slowly floated towards the door.

A majestic voice appeared in the sea of knowledge. As soon as this sound came out, all the strange beasts stopped roaring, "You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time." The voice is old and desolate, weak but not dignified.

The blonde man narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the depths of the door, trying to see the inside situation, but it was all in vain. The inside of the gate was extremely dark and there was no light. How can he see the inside situation clearly?

The blonde man said in a low voice, "Hum! I'm here today to borrow your strength to defeat an enemy.

The sound of majesty continued to come faintly, "So, have you thought about it? Is it willing to accept my inheritance?"

The blonde man shook his head, "No!"

"Then what are you doing here?" The sound of majesty is obviously a trace of anger.

"I just came here today to use your strength to help me defeat an enemy, not because I want to accept your inheritance." The blonde man is neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice is still calm.

"Hmm! If you want to use my strength, do you know the rules? There is a trace of banter in the sound of majesty.

The blonde man nodded, "Of course I know. Don't worry, this power will not be borrowed from you for nothing. I will repay you with the corresponding things and find the inheritor for you."

"Ha ha, you don't have to look for the inheritor," the majestic voice denied the blonde man's proposal. "Go and help me find something. I have already felt that it was born. With this thing, I no longer have to borrow it in your body, which is also good for you."

The blonde man's eyes lit up and hurriedly asked, "Really? As long as I help you find such a thing, are you really willing to leave my body?

The majestic voice said disdainfully, "Huh! Who do you think I am? Will you still deceive you, a humble reptile?" There is a trace of displeasure in his tone.

"Good! Let's make a deal!" The blonde man agreed to the deal with the majestic voice without thinking.

"Hmm!" The majestic voice snorted coldly, "Come here. I can only go out with your divine knowledge."

The blonde man walked forward as he said and came to the door. A burst of invisible majesty rolled in, and a black light burst out of the door and melted into the blonde man's body.

Outside the sea, the blonde man's body shook, and a black light flashed in his eyes. The old man in white robe was stunned, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared inadvertently at the corners of his mouth. "Hey, I didn't expect this boy to have a little way. This is fun."

The blonde man's whole body shines with black light, igniting black flames, like a hellfire. It's unusually cold, and the temperature around him immediately drops. The old man in the white robe was more surprised, and his eyebrows couldn't help frowning. In the black light, he felt boundless resentment.

"Ah!" The golden man roared, as if he had suffered boundless pain. A pair of golden wings behind him began to melt slowly under the burning of the black flame and blended into the flame. When the wings burned out, a pair of black flames slowly emerged from behind, followed by the second pair. Two teams of black wings slowly danced behind the blonde man, and silky black flames jumped on it.

When the black wings formed, the old man in white robe was finally shocked, his eyes widened, his face was unbelievable, and even his voice became a little trembling, "This, this is a fallen angel!?"

The old man in black robe put down the wine pot in his hand, and his face was also shocked. After seeing that there were only two pairs of wings, he was quietly relieved. Fortunately, it was not the smell of the old man.

It is said that one day in heaven, he is the supreme of the angels and the most pious servant of the goddess of light. He is not only the greatest angel around the goddess of light, but also the substantive creator of the material world where human beings are, and the channel of communication between human beings and the goddess of light.

One day, the servant who was once the most trusted servant of the goddess of light betrayed her. He stole the supreme holy book 'Holy Book of Light' left by the goddess of Light and disappeared from then on. The goddess of light sent angels to chase him. He fled to the gate of hell, but the great demon king refused his entry, because he was an angel after all and had the holy wings of angels. That will bring panic to hell, and hell will never believe in angels.

In front of the hell gate, he did not hesitate to cut off his silver wings with a dagger, and he fainted on the spot. From now on, he is no longer an angel. He was allowed to go to hell. In hell, the devils deal with powerless former angels with hostile eyes. They are willing to taste the flesh and blood of angels, and he is lonely in hell.

One day he could no longer stand the loneliness. He wanted to leave the hell, and then he was hunted down by countless demons. He lost his power, and he had no choice but to escape from hell.

Outside the hell gate, he met his past friends, several archangels. They are here to destroy the traitors in heaven. They were not soft on their unfortunate friends, and the devil behind them also arrived. They watched curiously at the slaughter between the angels. He lost his mana and disappeared into the blazing flame and the angry Thunderbolt. The main angel smiled cruelly and turned away, while the devil continued to look at the flames and lightning in shock.

Suddenly, the flame began to explode, and the lightning fled around. In the scattered firelight, he appeared again. He was still the same as before. What changed was that he had twelve pairs of black wings behind him, and his eyes turned blood red. The eyes are no longer gentle and subtle, that's cruel...