As the ashes fell, Lin Qiye and the others could see every scar on his back at such a close distance.

Knife wounds, scratches, and blackened by the lava... Three of the six white wings were almost torn off at the roots, and the rest were also badly damaged.

He sat there quietly, with faint flame patterns flowing on the surface of the giant sword in his hand.

The moment he saw the giant sword, Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something and blurted out:

"Is it Uriel?"

"Uriel?"

"One of the legendary Seraphim." Lin Qiye looked at the sword and spoke in a deep voice.

"After Michael burned my eyes more than ten years ago, I have been studying the Seraphim of the Western Holy Church... Among these Seraphim, only Uriel, the Guardian of Hell who holds the power of judgment, uses a giant flaming sword as a weapon."

The figure in front of him is a Seraphim of the same level as Michael... No wonder his [Mortal Divine Realm] is ineffective here.

"But Uriel, why is he here..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself, an idea flashed through his mind, and he froze in place.

An Qingyu stared at the gradually turning back, his voice a little hoarse:

"Since He is a Seraph of Heaven, He must have participated in the war between Heaven and Hell. In that war, only Michael survived...

This means that Uriel had already died in that war between gods.

What we see before us is just His corpse."

His guess coincided with Lin Qiye's.

As the figure slowly turned around, a nearly perfect profile appeared in front of the two from the shadows.

A deep red light fell from the sky, and with the help of this vague light, Lin Qiye and the others were finally able to see His true appearance.

There were no disgusting tumors or wriggling pustules. It was a Western face that was no less handsome than Michael's. The position of each of his facial features was natural and he was extremely handsome, with a hint of coldness and majesty between his brows.

He closed his eyes, and his drooping face was completely bloodless, almost as pale as the ashes falling around him, as if he was asleep.

Lin Qiye and the other man looked up at the figure that was more than ten meters tall, and saw that there were no large tumors on his body, and they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this moment, on that drooping pale face, a left eye opened silently...

Countless red bugs squirmed madly in the deep eye sockets, completely devouring Uriel's original eyeballs, then huddled together and rolled twice in the eye sockets before condensing into a huge red eyeball as big as a bowling ball.

The eyeball bulged out a lot, squeezing Uriel's eye socket. After twisting for a while, it stared at Lin Qiye and the other person in front of it.

The moment they saw this scarlet eyeball, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave!

“Hehehe…”

“Chichichichi…”

“Chuckle, chuckle…”

Many eerie and strange laughs overlapped and came from Uriel's broken body. That nearly perfect face was visibly distorted, and with the wriggling of the scarlet eyeballs, it instantly looked extremely hideous!

"Run in separate directions!!"

Lin Qiye didn't hesitate at all. He shouted and the two of them rushed out in two completely opposite directions.

Neither of them was stupid. They knew very well that the existence before them was not on the same level as the demons hiding in the clouds and the resentful souls in the valley.

The ashes that fell from the cracks in the sky could alienate all corpses or souls. Those demons were at the divine level when they were alive. After being resurrected by the alienated tumors and worms, their combat power was around the "Klein" level. Although there were many of them, Lin Qiye and the other two were qualified to fight.

But the person in front of us was a supreme god when he was alive!

Judging from the fluctuations of his breath when he just opened his eyes, although the body of Uriel controlled by the worms is far from the highest level, it is also above the divine realm. Lin Qiye and the others have no chance of winning at all.

The two of them had previously fled together on the somersault cloud, but had not been able to escape from the crater. Now they could only hope to escape separately. If Uriel, who was controlled and revived, was not mentally sound, they might still have a chance of survival.

But their hopes were dashed.

Uriel's body slowly stood up from the center of the crater, and the six broken white wings behind him spread out.

In the huge red eyeball in the broken eye socket, the wriggling worms suddenly split into two groups, and the eyeball also split into two, looking at the two people who were leaving in different directions at the same time.

The next moment, His palm was raised...

Lin Qiye and An Qingyu, who had rushed to the edge of the crater, paused at the same time, as if some kind of shackles were put on them. No matter how hard they tried, they could not move forward even a little bit.

Then, as Uriel lightly hooked his finger, a black cross emerged from the void behind the two people.

Thick chains extended from the center of the cross, firmly locking their limbs and torsos and fixing them to the surface of the cross.

The black cross that secured the two men floated higher and higher in the air, and finally floated out of the crater at the top of the mountain and hovered over the valley.

"The Archangel will judge sinners!"

"Judge them! Expose their sins! Let these filthy creatures go to hell!!"

"Hehehe...I'm an angel! I'm an angel!!"

“…”

In the valley where ashes were dancing wildly, two figures wearing crimson cloaks were nailed to two black crosses. Countless huge tumors in the valley were roaring crazily, and the sharp roars were torn into pieces by the wind.

“Damn it!!”

Lin Qiye gritted his teeth and tried to get away from the cross, but the chains wrapped around him seemed to have completely blocked his mind and body. Not only was he unable to use any of the chains, he couldn't even lift a finger.

The only sword that had a chance of cutting through the chains was knocked down into the valley the moment his body was frozen. Without the ability to mobilize his mental strength to cast summoning magic, he was unable to bring it to his side.

An Qingyu turned around anxiously, "Qiye! Can you leave? You don't have to worry about me!"

For An Qingyu, even if he died on this cross, it was no big deal. After all, what was here was just a clone of him. But Lin Qiye was different. Lin Qiye was dead, and he was really dead.

A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Lin Qiye's mouth.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but he was chained to this cross and he really had no way to escape.

If he guessed correctly, behind them was the execution rack that the Heaven used to judge all sins. Even those powerful demons could not escape. Even if Lin Qiye had countless means, it would be extremely difficult for him to escape.