Chapter 486 Six-winged Fallen Angel (10,000)

The rising sun!

Dawn system, forbidden spell level magic.

This was the power passed down from Ostara's fragments, and it was far more terrifying than the forbidden magics recorded in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. Coupled with the compression technique, although Ron did not compress it multiple times for the sake of speed, he only compressed it seven times, but the destructive power it displayed was at least twice that of the normal Rising Sun.

As for Partridge, the power he holds is obviously judgment and darkness.

And dawn happens to be the nemesis of darkness.

When the dawn shines on the darkness, the originally warm and healing power will also become hot and full of poison, just like Patridge now, his body is rotten and covered with smelly mucus.

In fact, with Patridge's strength, it is not difficult to defend against this attack.

He was very powerful. Even if Dawn was the nemesis of Darkness, as long as he held up the magic shield, Patridge could completely intercept it. However, Patridge was too confident. He did not expect that after Ron's body was cut off by him, he could still summon the six-winged fallen angel to intercept his next several cuts. Otherwise, Ron would have turned into pieces by now.

What he didn't expect was that Ron could counterattack in time under such a tense situation. He was caught off guard and fell into the trap.

The feeling of corrosion is quite unpleasant.

Pain. It had been a long time since Patridge had tasted what pain felt like. Ever since he successfully stepped into that realm and after the death of the Blasphemer, there were almost no living creatures on the Dusk Continent that could hurt him.

Suddenly, I tasted pain again, and it felt so fresh.

Patridge was screaming, but the sound seemed to turn into a twisted laugh. A thick black mist rose from his body, like a python with its bloody mouth opened wide, wriggling and twisting.

The black python completely absorbed the dawn light that enveloped the surface of Patridge's body, one by one.

He did not notice that seven spots of light appeared around his body at some point. When Patrich swallowed the dawn, the seven spots of light quickly grew larger and gradually lengthened, turning into seven extremely bright lightsabers.

Every lightsaber is dazzling and sparkling.

The surface of the lightsaber was shining brightly, as if countless runes were constantly flashing on it.

"when!"

After being summoned during the fight against Ashburn, it never disappeared, only the clock that had gone silent started to strike again.

The moment the bell rang, Patridge's movements suddenly slowed down.

The slowing effect caused by the Clock of Time is more powerful than Ron directly using the slowing magic.

This was a very brief opportunity, but it was crucial. While Patridge was being slowed down, the seven lightsabers suddenly burst into light that was brighter than before. The lightsabers detached from the ground and floated in the air.

They were arranged in a circle, with the tips of their swords pointed at the figure of Patrick in the middle.

Snap! Ron interlaced his fingers.

"Seven Swords to Cut Souls!"

laugh.

Seven lightsabers pierced through Patrich's body at the same time.

Along with the sound of cloth being torn, seven scarlet holes immediately appeared on Patridge's body, and blood gushed out of the wounds desperately.

The time-slowing effect disappeared, and Patridge's time returned to normal. His body swayed slightly, and then he looked down at the lightsaber that pierced his body. He was in pain, and it could be seen from the twisted skin on his face that being pierced by seven lightsabers was not a pleasant feeling. What was even more uncomfortable was not even the physical injury, but the lightsaber that had penetrated into his body was constantly releasing the power of dawn.

The power of dawn raged in his body, constantly colliding with the dark laws within his body, almost turning Patridge's body into a battlefield. Every second of fighting made Patridge feel the pain of being riddled with wounds.

But what was completely different from the physical pain was the expression on Partridge's face.

There was no sign of discomfort on his face, but instead it was filled with morbid excitement and extreme impulse, which even made Patridge's body tremble uncontrollably, and his throat was filled with strange gasping sounds.

Seeing that scene, Ron's scalp tingled and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

He could feel that Patridge had the most bizarre ability he had ever faced.

Perhaps, his strength is not as good as that of the evil god Father God.

However, his character and his soul are more twisted and dangerous than the evil god.

"Hehe..." Patridge suddenly raised his head, stared at Ron with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and let out a weird laugh. He glanced around and at the sky from the corner of his eyes.

Come to think of it, when I was stabbed by Ron's Dawn of the Rising Sun, I failed to protect the arm in my arms after all.

Under the constant calling of the Last Dusk King, the arm broke away from Patrich's control and floated in the air. At this moment, the top of his head had completely turned into another battlefield.

On one side was the residual soul and left arm of the last Dusk King, and on the other side was a wisp of divine consciousness and right arm that Patrich separated and stationed in it.

The two arms continued to engage in the most intense confrontation in mid-air. The violent roars were continuous and deafening. Every collision of the two palms could cause an earth-shaking impact on the entire underground palace. The ripples shook the stone wall above their heads and made it full of cracks. Large and small pieces of stones continued to fall from the top of their heads.

Speaking of which, the confrontation between the two palms is really simple and rough.

There were no fancy tricks, just two palms slapping each other continuously, but even such a simple action could cause the earth to shake and the sky to collapse every time.

One is the left arm of the Last Twilight King, and the other is the right arm of the Last Twilight King.

This situation can truly be described as a evenly matched match, and it seems that it will be difficult to determine a result in a short period of time.

But it doesn’t matter. Even if I can’t win, I will never lose with my right arm under my control. As long as I can kill Ron as soon as possible, the balance of victory will still be on my side.

Patridge quickly adjusted his mentality and looked across again.

It was not until this time that he finally noticed something unusual.

Right in front of Ron, there suddenly appeared a tall and beautiful figure, it was a woman.

Patridge had never seen such a beautiful woman, heroic and graceful, the temptation of a succubus and the purity of a saint, all of which were perfectly combined in her. Patridge swore that this was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life in a thousand years.

She has a standard oval face with clear lines and a pair of big black eyes that sparkle with bright light like stars in the sky.

She was wrapped in dark and revealing armor, showing off her perfect figure.

Right behind this girl, one can see six pitch-black wings flapping slowly, creating wisps of air.

Hiss! The moment he saw this figure, Patridge immediately took a breath of cold air.

Fallen angel.

Or... six-winged.

Patridge's mind continued to sink. The moment he saw Niafu, he already knew that today's conflict might not end as he imagined. He could never have imagined that Ron could actually summon such a terrifying existence as the six-winged fallen angel.

As a sage who has survived for a thousand years, he can almost be said to be the strongest person in the Dusk Continent after Archibald dived into the abyss. Patridge is knowledgeable and knows something about angels.

Perhaps he didn't know where these angels came from, but at least he knew that angels were servants of God.

They are elegant and beautiful, powerful and cruel.

They only obey the orders of God and regard God's will as the meaning of their existence.

They are more perfect than elves, more noble than dragons, and they are the most perfect creatures in this world.

Angels are divided into two wings, four wings and six wings.

Two-winged angels are of the lowest grade, and their strength is probably at the beginning of the destruction realm. Over the past thousand years, Patridge has entered many secret realms and encountered many dangers. Although two-winged angels rarely appear on the Dusk Continent, Patridge has really encountered one.

As for the four-winged angel, his strength should be at the peak of the realm of destruction.

In a thousand years, Patridge had only encountered it once. Although his own realm was higher, after realizing that the four-winged angel was not easy to deal with, Patridge turned around and left without any conflict with the four-winged angel.

As for the six-winged angel, its strength is at the demigod level.

Even for Patridge, it was the first time in his life that he encountered a six-winged angel.

As for whether this angel is black or white, it doesn't make much difference to Patridge. The color only affects the angel's attributes. Whether the angel is fallen or not has nothing to do with the angel's strength.

When he saw the six-winged angel, Patridge knew that he had met an opponent today, and it was an existence that he could not say he could defeat easily.

In the air, there were more than a dozen black feathers slowly falling down. All of these feathers were cut in the middle, and the cuts were extremely smooth.

It was obvious that when he used Judgment to attack Ron before, it was this six-winged fallen angel who used the feathers on his body to intercept Judgment.

Although the feather was broken, neither the six-winged fallen angel nor Ron suffered any harm... How could Ron, this damn bastard, at such an age and with such strength, actually summon such a terrifying existence as the six-winged fallen angel?

Partridge always thought that he was favored by God.

Although he had wasted the first few decades, his luck had turned in the next nine hundred years. His strength and status had been rising steadily. But now he suddenly found that Ron seemed to be more favored than himself. After all, he did not receive such treatment when he was Ron's age.

This discovery made Patridge extremely distressed.

His lips kept trembling, and then he reached out and grabbed the lightsaber that was poking at his body, not caring at all as the power of dawn on the lightsaber burned his palm.

Immediately, with a crack, the lightsaber was broken by Patridge.

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

One, two, three...seven.

He looked down at his body, and now he looked really miserable. The mucus and blood caused by the corrosion of the power of dawn mixed together and kept flowing through his body. The decay caused by the corrosion also brought waves of stinging pain.

Partridge took a deep breath, and thick black rolled over the surface of his body again.

Enveloped in the thick black fog, the rotten surface of the body and the wounds pierced by the lightsaber began to heal rapidly.

He even stretched out his right hand and took out his weapon... The six-winged fallen angel was not Ron. This was a powerful enemy that would not allow him to relax at all.

However, Patridge's weapon is a little special.

I thought that since this guy had the title of a saint, his weapon should be a magic wand or something like that, but in fact, what Patrick took out from the storage ring was a pair of black silk gloves.

Yes, black silk gloves.

However, they are somewhat different from the ones worn by women. This pair of gloves should be woven with some kind of metal wire. Although they look thin, they give people a very heavy feeling.

The surface of the gloves was shining with a dazzling metallic luster, and on the back of the hand were incomprehensible patterns.

This is the weapon of Sage Partridge.

When Ron saw the weapon that Patridge took out, he seriously suspected that this guy's character might have really become a little perverted.

But Patridge didn't care so much. As for weapons, the appearance was not important at all. Practicality was more important. He put the gloves on his fingers carefully and cautiously.

Ron did not take this opportunity to launch an attack.

His body was cut off at the waist, and the lower half was lying motionless on the ground.

Fortunately, Ron's body was different from that of ordinary people. Although his body was cut off, there was no terrible scene of his intestines and internal organs flowing all over the ground. Speaking of which, although this injury looked exaggerated, it basically would not have much impact on Ron's battle, but it would be a little inconvenient.

Ron called out, and using his legs to support his lower body, he climbed up from the ground.

Although there was no upper body, the movement of the two legs had no effect at all. The steps were quickly crossed, and the lower half of the body soon walked under Ron's upper body, right at the location of the abdominal incision. A large number of dense, scarlet silk threads like spider silk grew out of the flesh and blood.

These silk threads slowly squirmed and gradually sank into the wounds in the lower half of the body, forcibly connecting the upper and lower halves of the body together.

Bang...bang...bang.

Ostara's heart is still beating strongly.

With every beat, a force of the purest kind surged throughout the body, looming and even with a rustling sound. The cut skin, bones, and even internal organs were re-gluing and growing together at an extremely exaggerated speed.

In just a few seconds, Ron had returned to his most normal appearance. Except for his shirt being cut, everything else was almost the same as before.

Bang! Just as his body recovered, the Dragon God's Eye in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

Ron didn't hesitate and added a Dragon's Fury BFF to himself first.

All attributes increased dramatically, and the strength was even more exaggerated.

"Dragon roar."

Just after finishing all this, Ron suddenly opened his mouth, and a sad dragon roar suddenly came out of Ron's mouth.

The sound turned into a terrifying wind and wave, sweeping forward.

Opposite Ron, Patridge had just put on his gloves and felt the overwhelming breath in front of him. His expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly squatted down, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed his fist heavily to the ground with a bang.

There was a rumbling sound, and a thick stone wall appeared out of nowhere, blocking Patrick's way directly.

Boom! As soon as the stone wall appeared, the sound waves of the dragon roar hit it.

The hard stone was completely unable to withstand the impact of the dragon's roar and collapsed in an instant, with debris flying all over the sky. Just behind the boulder, Patrick's figure disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, in the shadow behind Ron, a figure emerged silently from the darkness.

He controls the darkness.

Darkness is his home, and he can move freely in the darkness.

With a wrinkled wrist and fingers wrapped in a black glove, he reached silently towards the back of Ron's neck.

It was like a ghost walking in the darkness, with only a cold and flickering gaze in his eyes.

At the tips of his fingers, black threads even sprouted out, like dense wire worms, wriggling and dancing in the air, extending towards the back of Ron's neck.

Seeing that these strange silk threads were about to wrap around Ron's neck, there was a sudden bang, and Patridge's palm stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward. A cold light dotted on Patridge's palm, which was the tip of a spear.

It was the six-winged fallen angel Niafu who blocked Patrich's attack by a hair's breadth.

These black silk gloves are truly extraordinary.

Niafu's attack was so terrifying that once upon a time, even the monsters in the underground space of the Andre family could be easily pierced by Niafu's spear. But at this time, the thin black silk actually blocked the sharp tip of the spear.

"Judgment."

Patrick withdrew his hand and used the force of the spear to float backwards, then disintegrated in the process.

Then, a figure appeared again in a shadow on the left side of Niafu, and with a swing of his arm, a cutting sword flew directly towards Niafu's throat.

This sneak attack was silent and without a trace. It was extremely difficult to track down Patridge, but Niafu was obviously not an ordinary person. She didn't even look at the situation on the left. She twisted her fingers lightly, and the spear in her hand rotated. The spear head turned 180 degrees and pointed behind her.

Ding! At this moment, an extremely sharp scream pierced Ron's eardrum. Ron felt a sticky substance inside his ear, and some scarlet blood flowed out along the cochlea.

On the other side, the cutting edge passed along the tip of the gun.

With a hiss, Niafu's spear was evenly split into two halves from the tip to the body.

Cutting, cutting, everything goes on!

"when!"

At the same time, the sound of the clock of time rang again! 　Chapter 2, 10,000 words completed.

(End of this chapter)