Chapter 240 The Origin of the Angel (1)

Ron stood behind the roof, his face filled with shock, his eyes fixed on the graceful angel in front of Apraun Montgomery. Waves of turmoil kept rolling in his chest, and goose bumps appeared uncontrollably all over his body.

Angel.

It is not the forbidden spell-level summoning magic angel passed down by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. This forbidden spell can only temporarily summon a maximum of three angel projections.

It was not the same thing as what he had encountered in a certain courtyard before, because the fallen angel had already been judged and expelled from heaven, and was now living a rotten life in the Dusk Continent.

What appeared before Apu was a living angel.

If you look closely, you can even feel the slight rise and fall of this angel's chest and the gently swirling air flow in front of her delicate nose.

She had a heartbeat and she was breathing.

Her well-built waist and slender legs were as white as jade with a hint of pink, without any haziness.

She is alive.

Angels have a very special status in the Dusk Continent.

There are legends about angels in the seven major orthodox religions and even in major cults. They are not normally born lives, but are said to be created by gods to serve gods. They are often regarded as messengers of gods.

They are so powerful that even the weakest angel has the strength to walk across the Dusk Continent. It seems that only the dragon clan can compete with the angels in strength.

This is an angel.

Even Ron didn't expect that this guy Apu could actually create an angel... This must be Apu's trump card. With the protection of an angel, it's no wonder that Apu can walk around in this Dusk Temple with ease.

The role of the angel is not just to protect Apu in the Temple of Dusk. After Apu returns to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, as long as the angel is called out, it will immediately be a miracle, and Apu, who is protected by the angel, will naturally become a beloved follower of the Goddess of Dawn.

There was no need for Apu to do it himself. The Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn had to drag his broken body up from his sickbed and announce his abdication of the throne.

Apu was able to control all power of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn in the shortest possible time, and he could gain the support of hundreds of people. Even the Great Saint Christian was completely unable to compete with him.

The repairman's favor towards Apu really frightened Ron.

It seems that the incident he had caused before made the Repairman feel that his control over the Dusk Continent had gone a little off track, and he began to consciously strengthen the power of the Guardian of Destiny.

Of course, it is hard to say whether this kind of enhancement can really fall into the hands of the Guardian of Destiny.

Ron's eyes were fixed on Apu's right hand, the index finger.

Just now, Apu casually rubbed the ring on this finger and summoned the real angel.

As the saying goes, the treasures of heaven and earth belong to those with virtue.

That Apu has shifty eyes and it's clear at first glance that he's not a good person. He's definitely not qualified to possess such a treasure.

For a moment, Ron's eyes couldn't help but reveal a strong greed. This look was even more exaggerated than when he entered Holt's small treasury before.

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On the other side, after the angel appeared, the gravekeeper's originally contemptuous expression finally gradually subsided, becoming solemn and even shocked.

He also didn't expect that the idiot in front of him, who had mediocre strength, could actually summon an angel.

If it were the heyday, the gravekeepers would not have taken the so-called angels seriously at all.

After all, even the most powerful six-winged angel is only a servant of the gods, and his strength is only at the peak of demigod. A two-winged angel is only at the level of destruction.

When he was young and energetic, he was a truly powerful person who had entered the realm of God. Although he had only just entered that realm, he was also a rare existence in the world. Except for those short-lived ghosts of the Dusk Clan, he was really not afraid of anyone.

It's a pity that even with the blessing of destiny, he can't escape the law of reincarnation and the rule of rise and fall. Since three thousand years ago, the gravekeeper has felt his body gradually weakening, and even his soul has become increasingly fragile. As his life span is coming to an end, his strength is declining at an increasingly rapid rate.

Until now, he had to treat a mere two-winged angel with caution.

As the guardian of destiny eight thousand years ago, the gravekeeper obviously knows more about angels. In the eyes of the gravekeeper, angels are the natural products of heaven, under the jurisdiction of heaven, and serve the gods.

Sometimes there are angels who willingly sink into depravity and go against the will of heaven, and they are called fallen angels.

How could this guy summon a real angel? Could it be that he was also a guardian favored by destiny? A thought suddenly emerged in the gravekeeper's mind...but he quickly put it out.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Which of the guardians chosen by destiny is not a person of extraordinary talent and power?

Many of the guardians known to the gravekeeper alone have entered the realm of God just like himself, and at the very least, they are powerful beings in the demigod realm.

Relying on a mere legend, a piece of trash that is not even as good as the fox girl before, to protect your destiny? This is simply ridiculous!

I have to say that the gravekeeper was a bit self-righteous this time.

He had lived in the Temple of Dusk for eight thousand years, and had no idea that after the Ragnarok War, the entire Dusk Continent had been shackled by destiny.

Because of the existence of this shackle, except for the dragon clan and some guardians of destiny, the strength of other creatures in the Sky Continent is basically impossible to break through the legendary and destruction levels.

Even for dragons and guardians of destiny, the destruction level has long been the limit.

In the era when the gravekeeper lived, the scene of demigods walking all over the place would no longer appear in the current Twilight Continent.

Summoning angels seemed to have brought considerable burden to Apu. His face was pale, as if his magic power was about to be overdrawn, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He did not give the gravekeeper much time to think, and waved his hand: "Kill him."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Buzz! As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the two-winged angel suddenly disappeared in front of Apu, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the gravekeeper.

That scene seemed like teleportation, but in fact it was not some space magic. It was simply that the speed of the two-winged angels was too fast, so fast that Ron could hardly follow them with his eyes. He could only glimpse a series of afterimages, followed by a cold light that split the space in front of the gravekeeper, and the slender sword tip went straight to the gravekeeper's face.

Clang! The rusty shovel blocked the attack of the two-winged angel. A series of sparks exploded before his eyes. The gravekeeper's body sank slightly, and he took a half step back.

The gravekeeper's back squirmed, and two strong arms suddenly broke through the skin on his back, tore open the coarse linen clothes, and drilled out of the gravekeeper's body. In the two huge palms, there was a black chain.

At first glance, the chain was somewhat similar to the chain that suppressed the coffin in the imperial mausoleum. It was engraved with dense runes all over. It just looked a little thinner, but even so, it still had such a strong wrist.

The two extra arms swung hard, and the chain flew out of his hands and wrapped around the neck of the angel in front of him.

The angel's eyes narrowed slightly, the tip of the sword flicked lightly on the shovel, and his body retreated suddenly, but the chain was chasing him like a poisonous snake or a giant python.

The angel pinched a feather on the wing with two fingers and pulled lightly, and the feather was detached from the wing. Then the angel snapped his fingers, and the angel feather flew straight towards the chain. As soon as it reached the chain, the feather quickly turned into another angel, which was entangled and bound by the chain.

Taking this opportunity, the angel crossed two fingers and swung them in the air with a snap: "Foolish!"

Two words.

Even Ron, who was far away, could hear it clearly. Just as he was still thinking about the significance of the angel's move, he suddenly felt his thinking become extremely slow.

Immediately, Ostara's heart began beating violently, waking Ron from that strange stagnant state.

Looking at the gravekeeper at the center of the battle, it was as if his soul had been taken away in an instant. He looked dazed and stupid, with a foolish smile on his face, and even a streak of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The angel's figure flashed in front of the gravekeeper and the sword in his hand was instantly raised, as if he wanted to take this opportunity to cut off the gravekeeper's head.

But at this moment, a thin and slippery tentacle suddenly spurted out of the grinning mouth of the gravekeeper with a silly face, and quickly wrapped around the angel's neck like a poisonous snake.

"Collapse."

Chirping and chattering.

God knows how the gravekeeper could make normal syllables with a tentacle spewing out of his mouth. In short, at the moment when the sound just rang out, the angel's body seemed to instantly turn into a porcelain doll, and even cracks appeared on the body.

Although the scene looked horrifying, it was still a little short of reaping the lives of angels.

The angel didn't care about her injuries at all. She just emitted a pair of red light from her eyes, like laser eyes, and instantly pierced two holes in the head of the gravekeeper opposite! In a short period of time, the angel and the gravekeeper had fought dozens of rounds.

For a moment it seemed that the gravekeeper had the upper hand, but in the short term, the angel would definitely not be defeated.

The gravekeeper and the angel who were fighting fiercely, and even Apu who was watching from a distance, did not notice that a glass bottle suddenly appeared silently on the battlefield and shattered easily under the impact and pressure caused by the battle.

Chapter 1 is here.

(End of this chapter)