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The six rays of light, the flying wings carved countless runes, and the sacred power filled it, like a holy mark. Hannibal rose into the air, and his gorgeous wings exuded an aura that dominated everything, filled with terrifying power. [bsp;    Frenzy aura, blessing aiming, focus on the aura, holy fire aura, holy freezing, holy thunder.

The engraving of six attacking spiritual auras has been transferred to the six wings. This technique of using multiple auras at the same time is no longer a power that can be mastered by the seventh level, but he is Hannibal, the future pope, and the current consul of the light. The Paladin is the Paladin. He has done it. Six attacking spiritual auras that increase their power, concentrate their powerful power, and the dark gold sword in both hands accumulates an indelible sword technique. The sky of dimensional fragments gathers white clouds, rotating like a vortex with Hannibal as the center, breathing in dazzling holy light, stirring the endless clouds.

The King of Death realized the huge danger and had to act to evade or block it. However, the powerful power not only comes from the sky, but also from the humans confronting him. This small human who seemed to be a Saint Seiya made him feel panicked, not only the potential to make him feel numb to his scalp, but also his speech that sounded ridiculous but did make him feel uneasy, all made him feel heavy pressure, as if he had a premonition about something.

Maybe what he said... could really happen?

This ridiculous guess made it laugh - although it has a great potential, it is still a weak power now, and the arrogant words that claim to conquer hell sooner or later, but the seriousness and madness in his eyes made the demon heart tremble inexplicably - how could it be, the gap in strength is so big, the world of shelter and the burning hell are two completely different levels, the gap in strength is like the gap between King Barr and a decay! But there is a premonition that "maybe it will happen"! What's going on?

The uneasiness in the heart of the King of Death was getting bigger and bigger. The paladin in the sky, who was obviously a human, but still had to spread his wings and pretend to be a six-winged angel, was obviously ready to use his ultimate move, and it felt extremely dangerous, but... the demon would rather get close to the paladin than face to face with the Saint Seiya in front of him for even one more second.

But Saints didn't seem to want it to leave.

Just as the King of Death was about to withdraw, the dragon-slashing blades on Caesar's hand disappeared in an instant. Both hands held the demon's hands forcefully. The thunder and flames in the body turned into purple flames, pouring into the demon's body without reservation. The purple flame overflowed from the surface of the body, burning wildly, reflecting the madness in Caesar's eyes: "Don't ignore me..."

"Get out!" The devil wanted to struggle, but Caesar smiled wildly, suppressing his struggle desperately.

He raised his foot and kicked Caesar. Caesar also fought back. The two of them exploded. The King of Death used the eighth-level technique to eliminate most of the power. Caesar held on with his body and kicked against each other for a few kicks, which made the Saint Seiya vomit blood. However, Caesar became even more crazy after vomiting blood, or the blood of the combat belonging to the barbarians was completely boiling.

The ground under his feet cracked, and Caesar felt that the bones were trembling, and the strength in his whole body was surging - he had no time to drink potions, so he could only fight hard - he fought hard. If the king was crazy, he kept roaring. Sometimes it was a skill of shouting, howling, war howling, dragon roar, fighting system... but more were the shouting of barbarians during combat. Although they did not have the actual effect power, they had integrated into the soul of the Arrit Mountains for tens of thousands of years.

Hannibal's sword, inch by inch, spread the holy light, staring at the King of Death.

There was nothing else in his eyes - Caesar, who was frantically resisting and blocking the King of Death, did not see it. He only had the target of this sword in his eyes, and this sword could only hit, without a second result.

This sword is formed by integrating all the combat experience, strength and beliefs from the past.

At the foot, the aura of faith suddenly unfolded to reduce the enemy's defense and reduce the enemy's elemental resistance. Although the effect on the eighth-level enemy is very limited, it is indeed a force that changes the situation.

The movements of the King of Death suddenly stopped. Caesar grabbed the gap keenly. He roared with the completely deformed roar, used all his last strength, suddenly let go, and pushed hard. The demon staggered. Taking this opportunity, Caesar jumped backwards with all his strength. He had no strength anymore. The light of his eyes saw Hannibal stretching out his brilliant six-winged wings rushing towards the demon who was not firmly standing. Then his body touched the ground. He rolled weakly on the ground for several times before stopping, gritting his teeth to communicate with his support space. The potions, super healing potions, super mana potions, and physical potions they collected before were all desperately poured into his mouth.

"God - punishment!" Youran's long roar was accompanied by an unstoppable and rapid sword technique. The battle sword seemed to turn into a ray of light, and when it came into contact with the demon, it turned into a sword. This sword contained too many things that could not be called a sword technique at all, but something similar to belief - it was cut in this way, and everything attached to the sword exploded.

Perfect sword, because the roar of the King of Death contains unparalleled pain.

"Idiot! Arrogant maniac!" Hannibal quickly pulled back the sword. The sword just now almost consumed all his power. Fortunately, he had poured a lot of super mana potions in advance, and everything was being replied. Hannibal used his sword to crazily and cursed, "I don't even open the barrier to fighting souls! Do you think you can kill us? You can't use it now! You can't open it even if you want to! Just die here!"

It turned out that that sword completely ended the possibility of the King of Death using the Soul Fighting Barrier.

"That's not necessarily!" The demon suddenly burst out with a punch, and the flames on the punch were extremely hot. "Do you think you can win this way!"

"Who is afraid of who!" It's too late to change the shield! Hannibal became fierce and did not dodge or avoid. He held the sword in both hands and met him. He stepped on the fanatical aura under his feet. He roared out with a sword, but the highest holy light energy in the world had been consumed before, and the six light wings on his back disappeared. Although he had recovered a little at this time, he was no longer very strong.
Chapter completed!