On the other side of the chaotic battlefield, the makeup artist held up a small and delicate jeweled dagger in her hand and slowly approached the group of people. Her steps were neither fast nor slow, and the jeweled dagger followed her arm through a huge arc in the air, and then burning white flames rose at her side.
Although her strength is only Sequence 6, she possesses a rare and powerful class: Angel Sequence 6, Gem Flame. Practicing this class grants the ability to wield Gem Flame. This unique flame is as bright and brilliant as crystal, highly effective against distortion and evil. It also possesses an extremely high temperature, leaving behind a white powder on the ground after burning, resembling gemstone shards.
The dagger in her hand was like a baton. As she pulled and waved it, the surrounding gem flames were like flowing lights, drawing light paths in the night, hitting the enemy, and then suddenly exploding, illuminating everything around, making people blind and unable to see directly.
A group of former priests also emerged from the other side's crowd. They held scriptures in their hands, chanted in unison, and then raised their staffs high. Strong winds blew through the crowd and rushed towards the woman in black robes.
The strong wind blew up dust, flames, debris, etc., which kept hitting people and making it difficult to open their eyes. The hood on the head of the "makeup artist" was also blown up, revealing the golden hair inside.
[Forbidden Door]
She let out a low shout and turned the dagger in her hand. Like locking a door with a key, a pale golden door formed in front of her, blocking the strong wind in front.
The other group of people did not stop either. Some of them came over from both sides with swords and knives, shouting unknown slogans, looking crazy and like hyenas.
[Gate of Opening]
The makeup artist held the jeweled dagger and solemnly drew a cross in the air, and then another pale golden door opened in front of him.
But this is not the end yet, and another door opens in front of us.
In this way, doors pushed forward like dominoes, pushing the enemies in front to the back or sides.
Just as the group prepared to attack the doors, the makeup artist kicked off the ground and rushed forward like an arrow. As she passed through, the doors suddenly opened, allowing her to pass through.
With each door she passed, her speed increased. In an instant, all seven doors seemed to open simultaneously, and a black figure flashed by. The gleaming jeweled dagger split the chaotic wall of people and leaped directly to the end.
As she moved violently, the hood on her head was lifted up by the airflow in the firelight, and a strand of golden hair was brought out.
Time seemed to go especially slowly at this moment. The priests casting spells in the back opened their mouths slightly in surprise, looking at the leaping black-robed blonde woman, and the flames beside them stopped swaying.
The dagger in her hand flashed brightly at that moment—
Later, when the people around them recovered from the blind state, the group of priests who cast spells in the back had already fallen to the ground, and warm blood slowly flowed from the neat and sharp wounds.
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The north side of the valley, which is the direction closest to the center.
Click——
A red-stained glove twisted off the enemy's head and threw it aside.
The man in the red hat shook off the blood on his hands. Dozens of dead bodies were lying around him. Apart from him, only the old man in the middle was still standing.
"I know you, Bishop Kisling. We met once before, five years ago. Back then, you were standing on the podium, expressing your thoughts on retirement. You said you planned to return to the South to retire and live a simple life in your final days."
"I don't want to see you here again after a few years. It's really sad."
"Oh. Maybe it's because we used to know each other too many times, so I don't know which descendant you are." The old man coughed as he stood in the firelight, looking at the man hidden in the black robe. He knew that he didn't have much time left, so he was not afraid of death.
"The old fellow from the Judgment Department still has such a keen sense of smell, ahem... But I have fulfilled my mission, even if I die-"
The voice was suddenly interrupted. The man in the red hat rushed forward and grabbed the old man's neck tightly, then lifted him up. The wooden stick in his hand also lost its strength and fell, rolling into the blood and flames on the side.
"Want to die? I'm afraid it won't be that easy."
"Do you know how many people—how many families—how many lives have been lost because of your wishful thinking and your unrealistic delusions?"
"How can I let you get away so easily!"
The Red Hat gripped the neck tightly in his hands and spoke word for word. His voice was like a giant hammer hitting an iron nail, embedding it deeply into the other person's consciousness.
The old man's head turned dark red due to congestion, and his body kept struggling, but he could not shake the arm that was like an iron clamp.
After more than ten seconds, when the old man's resistance became weaker and weaker, "Red Hat" finally let go of his hand and let him roll to the ground.
"Cough cough cough...You, you stupid and pathetic guy...cough cough." He said painfully, covering his throat.
"Oh, how can I be pitiful, Master Kisling."
The man in the red hat slowly pulled out the rapier in his hand, and with a slight flick, a blood flower bloomed on the old man's shoulder, splashing a little flesh and blood, causing the other party to wail again.
"You...you will all be drowned by the tide of chaos sooner or later, and...we will enter a new paradise."
"Heaven? What an ancient and unfamiliar word! I seem to have only seen it mentioned in certain ancient texts. When the soul and consciousness dissipate completely, where else can we go? This world is heaven, and death is hell."
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