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Earl Raymond, who was pampered with glass slag, was covered with blood, but the blood was already black and smelly, and his body corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye. The rich black air had completely entangled him. He rolled and roared on the ground in great pain.

These nobles who have been passed down from generation to generation can often practice and practice when they are young, or rely on some medicine to barely improve their strength. However, the long-term corrupt life has long caused the fighting spirit of most nobles to have long deteriorated.

"Hehehehehehe~"

The witch Judy laughed wildly, her eyes were full of excitement, "The glory of my Lord will return to the earth. You heretics who dare and stop my Lord's advance, I, Judy, will clear you one by one. In order to ensure that you die quickly and cannot be treated, I have enjoyed all the remaining "Elemental Abyss" for you."

"You, you..." Earl Raymond's throat had begun to corrode, his eyes were frightened, "Yes, it's light..."

"Hehehe~ I forgot to tell you." The witch Judy smiled sarcastically, "These potions that are used to mix the 'Elemental Abyss' are also the ingredients provided by your son Viscount Connor himself."

"puff!"

Earl Raymond squirted out a mouthful of black blood and fell backwards, his face full of horror and anger, and his whole body twitched and his life was over.

"Who is it~"

A violent and majestic voice sounded, and a powerful dark aura condensed above the towering castle. A hoarse torn voice roared, "I'm so brave, I dare to assassinate the Count."

"Hehe, Count Raymond is indeed colluding with the Dark Wizard." After the witch Judy sneered twice, "He is actually a sub-saint-level dark wizard. It seems that he has dug up a big fish this time.

She shook her body, quickly retreated, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Is this the smell of the elemental abyss?" The majestic and hoarse voice was even more furious. "It turned out to be you, who stole the descendants of the rat in the first chapter of the Dark Bible. Humph, I didn't expect you to be dead and dare to appear. Stop for me."

"What?" The dark witch's delicate body shook, almost appeared from the darkness, and screamed in anger, "You actually know that thing, hehehehe, it seems that you are also a participant in that matter. Swish, what a strong smell of dark corpse, it seems that you are the legendary necromancer Rex. You are now getting more and more courageous, and even the real-powered Count is on the target."

"Hmph, what can I do if you know?" Rex, the deceased servant, angrily, "Can a mere little mouse escape the palm of my hand?"

While talking, the two of them ran away and chased each other, and soon ran out of the castle area.

The Dark Witch had already arranged the escape route. After escaping from the city, she continued to provoke and laugh: "Old guy, aren't you going to be able to do it anymore, aren't you? Come catch up quickly."

"Rampant, today I will refine you into a dark corpse servant." The angry voice of the deceased servant burst out, almost shocking half of the city.

...

More than two hours passed without realizing it.

In the dark forest, Judy, a dark witch in maid outfit, stumbled out of the shadow and fell to the ground with a "thump".

She finally got rid of the evil spirit summoned by the undead servant Rex. At this moment, she was already at the end of her strength.

"Damn old guy, I didn't expect it to be so difficult." The witch Judy pushed away the vine and couldn't help but curse in shock and anger.

The trunks next to them are surrounded by fine vines, and amethyst lantern fruits are hung on the vines, emitting a radiance.

Under the faint light, her delicate face was pale without a trace of blood. Her maid outfit had already become ragged in the fierce battle, revealing a small piece of blood-stained calf, looking in a very embarrassed look.

A strange black air was wrapped around her right shoulder, which slowly wriggled like a living thing, constantly eroding the dark power on her body, making her entire right shoulder and the arm on her right could only hang down as weakly as if she was paralyzed.

"Ahem~"

She stood up with difficulty holding the tree trunk and wanted to continue moving forward. However, as soon as she stood up, she couldn't help but bent down, covered her mouth and let out a heart-wrenching cough.

The thin blood foam slid down her fingers, setting off her pale and slender knuckles, which was particularly shocking.

"Hmph, the descendants of the traitor rat, I advise you to surrender obediently and give up struggling. With your strength less than 5 levels, it is a lucky chance to be able to struggle under my hands for so long."

In the darkness, a huge black mist floated from far to near, and quickly came from the treetops.

The black fog emits a strong aura of death, as cold as he comes from hell. The majestic power spreads in the forest with his appearance. Before he gets close, the gloomy and strange laughter echoes in the forest, with a faint echo and a soul-stirring heart.

At the same time, there is also a rotten smell that has been around for many years, which makes people feel nauseous.

This ball of black mist is chasing the level 6 sub-saint-level powerhouse, the undead servant Rex.

"Die? Hehe..."

Hearing this sound, the dark witch suddenly raised her head, her face pale as a ghost, but there was no fear in her eyes that looked like a lacquer. Instead, she felt a terrifying madness and hatred.

"After my mother and sister die, every day I live is a torment for me. How could I be afraid of death? I just hate that I am not strong enough to kill the enemy myself and avenge them both!"

"Kill the enemy with your hand? Hahaha~"

Hearing this, the deceased servant suddenly burst into laughter as if he had heard some joke.

Amid the crazy laughter, the black fog swayed slightly, and suddenly floated from the treetops to the ground, and instantly turned into a thin old man in a black robe.

The old man was extremely tall, with a hunched back, and was leaning on a black scepter more than one person in his hand. He was filled with a strong sense of death. His dim and turbid eyes were pale like a dead fish, just like a corpse crawling out of hell. He was powerful and evil, making people unable to stop palpitations.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the embarrassing dark witch. The disdain and sarcasm on his face became more and more profound: "Just because of you, you still want to kill the great priest Solo? You are just polite and polite."

As he said that, he was too lazy to talk nonsense to Judy, and directly raised the dark scepter in his hand and issued a cold verdict: "Traitor, die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved the black scepter in his hand, and a huge black vortex appeared above his head.

Accompanied by a loud dragon roar, a rotten two-winged flying dragon flew out of the vortex, and a huge dragon wing with a hole slammed with force, and the howling wind immediately swept across.

The surrounding trees fell down suddenly.

The rotten smell in the air instantly became even stronger.

"Damn old thing, I actually want to trouble my lord." The dark witch coughed blood, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes. This time she wanted to quietly make a great contribution to the God of Light Wu Hui, but she did not want to alarm him "old man".

But now, she had to disturb the great Lord.

She prayed on the spot: "Great Light Lord, I am your humble servant Judy, I pray that you will send the angels of war to kill heresy."

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At the same time, in the kingdom of God.

Wu Hui patiently stayed outside the Transformation Pool, waiting for his first war angel to be born. He still didn't know what the Dark Witch did on the Light Plane.

Angel is level 7 after all, and it is much slower than the life of the light element at level 1 and 2.

Wu Hui and others were anxious and unconsciously walked outside the Transformation Pool.

Suddenly.

The divine pattern flowing with light dim down, and the dazzling light that enveloped the entire Transformation Pool slowly dissipated.

A figure stretched out his wings, flew out from the halo that was about to dissipate, and glided in front of Wu Hui.

Under the holy light, his white wings are like snow piled up in the Tianshan Mountains, and every delicate silk is filled with holy light, radiant and sacred.

After the reshaping of the transformation pool, the body faded away its original aging and regained its youth. The chestnut hair softly fitted to the forehead, the black eyes were deep and quiet, and the temperament was mixed with the heroic spirit of young people and the wisdom and peace of the elders, with an indescribable charm.

The power of that body was even more surging like a tide, with a forcing edge.

Wu Hui looked at St. Luke's current appearance in his heart, and was very surprised.

Compared to the war angel state that was forcibly blessed with divine power, although Saint Luke is exactly the same in appearance, his temperament or aura seems to be a little more powerful.

However, after thinking about it a little, you can understand that St. Luke has become a real angel of war at this moment. His strength and strength belong to him completely. After practicing and practicing combat skills, his strength can be further increased, which will definitely be different from the state of the angel that was temporarily blessed.

"St. Luke, the Angel of War, pay homage to my Lord."

St. Luke gathered his wings and leaned down to bow down, with surprise and ecstasy on his face that he could not hide even if he tried hard to restrain himself.

"Get up~ How do you feel?" Wu Hui waved his hand and asked curiously, "Is there anything different from before?"

"The other aspects feel similar, but the use of power is more like a finger arm, unlike the past, not like it always seems to be separated by a layer." Saint Luke felt it and replied seriously, "If you now face the previous level 7 monster, with the three-bow bed crossbow, the old servant will be confident to solve it in two minutes."

"Okay ok ~"

Wu Hui looked at the current St. Luke, and the more he looked, the more he felt at ease.

Although using divine power can temporarily upgrade Saint Luke to a level 7 angel, it is a temporary state after all, and he is consuming divine power every moment. At best, 120 divine power can allow him to maintain the angel state for 2 hours, which is not comparable to this constant state.

From then on, St. Luke, the real angel of war, was here, and he could respond in time no matter what happened in the Kingdom of God or the Light Plane.

Moreover, with him, you don’t have to be so careful and restrain yourself when developing believers in the future. Even if the Holy See expands outward, you don’t have to worry about not being able to hold it.

As he thought about it, Wu Hui felt that the beautiful days that had been so powerful that he had imagined were already waving to him, which made him feel excited.

At this moment, a channel of faith trembled violently, and it turned out to be a prayer from the Dark Witch.

Wu Hui's heart suddenly stumbled. That crazy dark witch wouldn't do something incredible, right?
Chapter completed!