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

The rising sun rises in the east!

Dawn system, forbidden spell level magic.

This is the power inherited from the fragments of Ostara. It is far more terrifying than the forbidden spell magic recorded in the Church of the Dawn Goddess. Coupled with the compression technique, although for the sake of speed, Ron did not compress it multiple times, just compressed it. It was only seven times, but the destructive power displayed was at least twice that of the ordinary rising sun.

As for Partridge, the powers at his disposal are clearly cut and dark.

And dawn happens to be the nemesis of darkness.

When the dawn shines on the darkness, the originally warm and healing power will become hot and full of poison, just like Partridge is now, covered in rot and smelly mucus.

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

His strength is very strong. Even if Dawn is the nemesis of darkness, as long as he holds up the magic shield, Partridge can completely intercept it. However, Partridge is too confident. He did not expect that he would be cut off by himself. With his body intact, Ron could still summon the six-winged fallen angel to intercept him several times, otherwise Ron would have been reduced to pieces.

What was even more unexpected was that Ron could counterattack in time under such a tense situation, and he was caught off guard.

The smell of corrosion is quite unpleasant.

Pain, Partridge has not tasted the feeling of pain for a long time. Ever since he successfully entered that realm and after the death of the Blasphemer, there are almost no creatures in the Twilight Continent that can hurt him.

Suddenly, I tasted pain again, which was really refreshing.

Partridge was screaming, and his voice seemed to turn into a twisted smile. A thick black mist billowed over his body, like a python with its bloody mouth open. Squirming and twisting.

The black python completely absorbed the dawn light that enveloped Partridge's body.

He didn't notice that around his body, seven more light spots appeared at some point. Just as Partridge swallowed the dawn, the seven light spots quickly grew larger, gradually lengthened, and became It became seven extremely bright lightsabers.

Every light sword is dazzling and shining.

The surface of the lightsaber was filled with radiance, as if there were countless runes flashing on the surface of the lightsaber.

"when!"

After it was summoned during the fight against Ashborn, it never disappeared, but the quiet clock struck again.

The moment the bell rang, Partridge's movements suddenly became sluggish.

The slowing effect caused by the Clock of Time is more powerful than Ron's direct use of slowing magic.

This was a very short opportunity, but it was crucial. While Partridge was being slowed down, the seven lightsabers instantly emitted more dazzling light than before. The lightsabers detached from the ground and floated in mid-air.

They were arranged in a circle, and the sword tips were all aimed at the figure of Partridge in the middle.

Snapped!

Ron crossed his fingers.

"Seven swords kill souls!"

laugh.

Seven lightsabers pierced Partridge's body at the same time.

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

The effect of time slowing disappeared, and Partridge's time returned to normal. His body swayed slightly, and then he looked down at the lightsaber that penetrated his body. He was in pain, which could be seen from the distorted skin on his face. , the feeling of being penetrated by seven lightsabers was not pleasant. What was even more uncomfortable was not even the physical injuries, but the fact that the lightsabers submerged in the body were constantly releasing the power of dawn.

The power of dawn was raging in his body, constantly colliding with the dark laws in his body, almost treating Partridge's body as a battlefield. Every second of fighting could make Partridge experience the pain of being devastated. Kong's pain.

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

There was no sign of any discomfort on his expression. Instead, it was full of morbid excitement and extreme impulse. It even made Partridge's body tremble uncontrollably, and his throat was filled with weird wheezing sounds. .

Looking at him like that, Ron's scalp was numb and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

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

Perhaps, he is not as powerful as Father God, the evil god.

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

"Hehe..." Partridge suddenly raised his head, staring at Ron with a pair of bloodshot eyes, a strange laugh came from his mouth, and he peered at the surroundings and the sky from the corners of his eyes.

Speaking of which, when Ron was stabbed by the rising sun, he failed to hold on to the arm in his arms.

Under the constant call of the last Twilight King, the arm broke away from Partridge's control and floated in mid-air. At this moment, the top of his head had completely evolved into another battlefield.

On one side is the remnant soul and left arm of the last Twilight King, and on the other side is a ray of spiritual thought and right arm that Partridge separated and stationed in it.

The two arms continued to engage in the fiercest confrontation in mid-air, and the violent roaring sounds continued one after another, deafening. Every time the two palms clashed, it would cause an earth-shaking impact on the entire underground palace. The ripples would shake the stone wall above the head. The tremor was full of cracks, and large and small stones continued to fall from the top of the head.

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

There were no fancy tricks, it was just two palms slapping each other continuously, but with such a simple action, the world would fall apart every time.

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

In this situation, it can be said that they are evenly matched. It seems that it will be difficult to determine an outcome in a short time.

But it doesn't matter. Even if he can't win with the right arm he controls, he will never lose. As long as he can kill Ron as soon as possible, the balance of victory will still be on his side.

Partridge quickly adjusted his mentality and looked towards the opposite side again.

It was only then that he finally noticed something unusual.

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

Partridge has never seen such a beautiful woman, heroic and graceful, the temptation of the succubus and the purity of the saint have obtained the most perfect fusion in her body, Partridge swears, this is definitely The most beautiful woman he has seen in this life and in thousands of years.

The standard oval face has clear lines and a pair of big black eyes, like stars in the sky, shining brightly.

The body was wrapped in dark and exposed armor, showing off that perfect figure.

Just behind the girl, six dark wings can be seen slowly flapping, bringing up wisps of air.

hiss!

The moment he saw this figure, Partridge immediately took a breath of cold air.

Fallen angel.

Still...six-winged.

Partridge's mind kept sinking. The moment he saw Niaf, he already understood that today's conflict might not end as he imagined. He never imagined that Ron could actually summon six A terrifying existence like a fallen angel.

As a sage who has survived for thousands of years, and can almost be said to be the strongest man in the Twilight Continent after Archibald dived into the abyss, Partridge is well-informed and knows a little bit about angels.

Perhaps, he doesn't know where these angels come from, but at least he knows that angels are the attendants of gods.

They are elegant and beautiful, powerful and ruthless.

They only obey the orders of the gods and regard the will of the gods as the meaning of their own existence.

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

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

Two-winged angels are the lowest level, and their strength is probably in the realm of destruction. Over the past thousand years, Partridge has broken into many secret realms and encountered many dangers. Although two-winged angels rarely appear in the Twilight Continent, Patridge Richie actually encountered it.

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

In a thousand years, Partridge only encountered him once. Although he was at a higher level, after realizing that the four-winged angel was not easy to mess with, Partridge turned around and left without any contact with the four-winged angel. Angels clash.

As for the Seraphim, their strength is in the demigod realm.

Even Partridge met a seraph for the first time in his life.

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

When he saw the Seraphim, Partridge knew that he was meeting an opponent today, an existence that he did not dare to say he could defeat easily.

In mid-air, there were more than a dozen black feathers falling slowly. These feathers were all cut off in the middle, and the cuts were unusually smooth.

Obviously, when he attacked Ron with the cutter before, it was this six-winged fallen angel who used his feathers to intercept the cutter.

Although the feathers were broken, neither the six-winged fallen angel nor Ron suffered any damage... Ron, this damn bastard, how could he summon the six-winged fallen angel at such an age and with such strength? The existence of terror?

Partridge always thought that he was favored by heaven.

Although the first few decades were relatively wasted, in the following nine hundred years, as time went by, his strength and status were rising steadily, but now he suddenly discovered that Ron seemed to be more popular than himself. Pampering, after all, I didn't get such treatment when I was Ron's age.

This discovery made Partridge extremely distressed.

His lips were trembling, and then he reached out and grabbed the lightsaber stuck on his body. He didn't care even though the power of dawn on the lightsaber burned his palms.

Immediately, with a bang, the lightsaber was broken by Partridge.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...seven sticks.

He lowered his head and looked at his body. He looked really embarrassed now. The mucus and blood that had been corroded by the power of dawn were mixed together and were constantly flowing down the body. The rot caused by the corrosion also continued to bring bursts of stinging pain.

Partridge took a deep breath, and the rich blackness rolled over the surface of his body.

Under the thick black mist, the rotting body surface and the wounds penetrated by the lightsaber began to heal quickly.

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 did not allow him to relax at all.

However, Partridge's weapon is a little special.

I thought that this guy had the reputation of a saint, and his weapon would probably be a magic wand or something like that, but in fact, what Partridge took out from the storage ring was a pair of black silk gloves.

Yes, those are black silk gloves.

However, they are somewhat different from those worn by women. These gloves should be woven with some kind of metal thread. Although they look thin, they feel quite heavy.

The surface of the glove still shone with a dazzling metallic luster, and on the back of the hand, there were incomprehensible patterns drawn on it.

This is the weapon of Sage Partridge.

When he saw the weapon that Partridge took out, Ron seriously suspected that this guy's character might actually be a little abnormal.

Partridge didn't care so much. The appearance of the weapon was not important at all. Practicality was more important. He carefully put the gloves on his fingers.

Ron did not take advantage of this opportunity to launch an attack.

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

Fortunately, Ron's body is different from that of ordinary people. Although it was cut off, there was no bad scene of intestines and internal organs flowing all over the floor. Speaking of which, although this kind of injury seems exaggerated, it basically won't harm Ron. It will have too much impact on the battle, but it will be a little inconvenient.

Ron called out, supported the lower half of his body on his two legs, and got up from the ground.

There was obviously no upper body, but the movements of the two legs had no effect at all. The steps crisscrossed quickly, and the lower body quickly reached the bottom of Ron's upper body. Right at the location of the abdominal incision, a large amount of densely packed flesh grew out of it, like spider threads. scarlet silk thread.

These threads squirmed slowly and gradually submerged into the wounds on the lower body, forcibly connecting the upper and lower parts of the body.

Bang...bang...bang.

Ostara's heart was still beating strongly.

With every beat, the purest power surges through the body, looming, and even making a rustling sound. The cut skin, bones, and even cut internal organs are being reassembled at an extremely exaggerated speed. Glue, grow together.

In just a few seconds, Ron had returned to his most normal appearance. Except for his shirt being cut off, there was almost no difference from before.

boom!

Just as his body recovered, the Eye of the Dragon God in his hand hit the ground hard.

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

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 from Ron's mouth.

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

Opposite Ron, Partridge had just put on his gloves, and felt the overwhelming aura in front of him. His expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly squatted down, clenched his right hand into a fist, and hit the ground with a loud bang.

There was only a rumbling sound, and a thick stone wall appeared out of thin air, blocking Partridge directly.

boom!

As soon as the stone wall appeared, the sound waves of the dragon's roar had already hit it.

The hard stone was completely unable to withstand the impact of the dragon's roaring sound waves. It collapsed instantly and debris flew across the sky. Just behind the boulder, Partridge's figure disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, in the shadow behind Ron, a figure stood out from the darkness quietly.

He rules the darkness.

Darkness is his destination, and he can travel freely in the darkness.

The wrinkled wrist, with fingers wrapped in black gloves, silently stretched towards the back of Ron's neck.

Like a ghost walking in the darkness, only his eyes flickered coldly.

On the tips of his fingers, black threads even sprouted, like dense wireworms, squirming and dancing in mid-air, extending towards the back of Ron's neck.

Seeing these weird threads about to wrap around Ron's neck, he suddenly remembered that there was a bang. Partridge's palm stayed in the air and he could no longer move forward. A cold light hit Partridge's palm. That It's the head of a spear.

It was the six-winged fallen angel Niaf who blocked Partridge's attack within a hair's breadth.

These black silk gloves are truly extraordinary.

Niaf's attack was so terrifying. Once upon a time, even the monsters in the underground space of the Andre family would be easily penetrated by Niaf's spear. But at this time, the thin layer of black silk actually penetrated the sharp spear. The tip was blocked.

"Cutting."

Partridge took advantage of the situation and retracted his palm. With the help of the power of the spear, his body floated back, and immediately collapsed in the process of retreating.

Then, in a shadow on the left side of Niaf, a figure appeared again. With a flick of his arm, a cut flew directly towards Niaf's throat.

This sneak attack was silent, coming and going without a trace. It was extremely difficult to catch the traces of Partridge, but Niaf was obviously not an ordinary existence. She didn't even look to the left. In this situation, with a slight twist of his fingers, the spear in his hand had already rotated, and the gun head turned 180 degrees and pointed behind him.

Ding!

At this moment, an unusually sharp hissing pierced Ron's eardrum. Ron felt that his ears were filled with viscosity, and some scarlet blood flowed out along the cochlea.

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

With a sneer, Niaf's spear was neatly divided into upper and lower halves from the tip to the body.

Cutting, cutting, everything goes on!

"when!"

At the same time, the clock of time rings again!

Chapter 2, 10,000 words completed.