"Although I don't have a name, it's better than your shadow," said the White-robed Bishop in a disdainful tone: "You used to be the shadow of Samar, but now you are still my shadow. Although I am just a substitute, I can inherit the position and title of the Angel of Death, and you are still just that shadow Azlar."

"Shut up! You bastard who doesn't even want to take a look at your own father, disappear with Baiqiu!" Azlar's scar was torn apart, and he became furious. His eyes were completely opened on the wings of the back, and black light shot out like sharp arrows, rushing towards the white-robed bishop who inherited the name of Samar in front of him.

However, Samar in front of him seemed to have known it for a long time. While Azlar's winged eyes opened, the wrinkles on his head also opened at the same time. A blood-red shield protected his whole body. When the black light emitted by Azlar hit the blood-colored shield, it was like ordinary light shining on the mirror, refracting in all directions, without causing any harm to Samar at all.

Samar sneered and said, "Azlar, don't think that you can kill Baichu, but you think that no one among us is your opponent except Lord Michael. Baichu is regarded as the strongest person under Lord Michael because of his reputation, not because of his strength, and just dealing with one Baichu, you have to rely on the help and sneak attacks of others. Such a result is not worthy of pride. "Hmph! It's true that it's not worth pride! But you are as arrogant and stupid as Baichu, and the target of my attack is not you." Facing Samar's ridicule, Azlar was not angry at all. Instead, even the anger just now seemed to dissipate. He pointed behind Samar and sneered.

Samar's face suddenly changed. He couldn't help but turn his head and see that the black light that had just been reflected was concentrated on the unprepared subordinates behind him. The black light quickly spread from their wounds. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped all over his body and finally turned into a pile of ashes. Just as Samar turned his head, Azlar pulled out a sword tip from his heart and damaged it, wrapped around the sword of lightning, and slashed at Samar's head fiercely.

Samar also felt something was wrong, and his body shook, and the white robe covering his body immediately bulged. Dozens of chains rushed out of the robe and tore the robe into pieces, revealing the blood-colored armor inside. These blood-red chains formed a solid net behind Samar, just blocking Azlar's sword, but the lightning on the sword directly attacked him through the chain, making him unable to help screaming, and he was beaten to fly out and landed heavily in the desert below.

"Battleman, you are too young." Azlar rushed out in a hurry. Without any intention of stopping, he rushed to Samar, who had not recovered from the attack just now, and raised the ground sword in his hand and slashed. At this moment, not only was there lightning attached to the sword, but there was also a black death light unique to the death angel. If it was hit, Samar in front of him would also follow his predecessor's footsteps.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared between the two out of thin air, and at the same time a very soft light pushed outward, easily blocking Azlar's attack and pushing him away more than ten meters away. When the light covering the figure dissipated, Raphael, wearing an Arab female burqa, stood here. He turned to look at the two and said calmly: "It's time for you to stop!"

"Raphael, I thought you wouldn't come out!" Azlar clenched his hand with the lightning sword of Beaku, looked at Raphael vigilantly, and said, "Do you want to join forces with this bastard to deal with me and let the East and West churches enter fist war?"

"You should know that I will neither help him nor you." Raphael looked at this former companion calmly. A green light came out of his hand, covering Samar, neutralizing Yu Wushi's lightning power that invaded Samar's body, and then said: "Little Samar, get up! You can't fool Azlar with such disguise."

As soon as Raphael's voice fell, Samar, who seemed to be powerless, stood up from the ground, turned around, and blood-colored chains connected to his armor, gathered together, wrapped around his body and wings. It looked like a stone sculpture of a church atonement angel.

"Master Raphael. If you don't come out to stop the words, my atonement can completely disappear." Samar turned his head and looked at Raphael. He looked at Azlar and said coldly: "And how can a lightning sword that loses its core strength cause damage to the seraphim."

Azlar smiled sarcastically and said, "Serraine? When can a mixed-blooded hybrid be included in the ranks of Seraine? Raphael. Could that guy Michael be so hungry? I really thought that using these mixed-blooded hybrids to gather a new place to create the seven angels, he thought he was the Lord. As long as Lord Gabriel grasps the origin of the divine realm, you must surrender to the feet of the master."

Samar retorted without being outdone, "Hmph! It seems that Gabriel is not a purely breeding seraph. His predecessor was from Atlantis."

"You are looking for death!" Azlar's eyes showed a killing intention. He just put down the ground sword and lifted it up again. Samar was not willing to be outdone. The chains on his body were like octopus' ground arms. They scattered everywhere. He was ready to fight back at any time.

At this time, Raphael stood between the two and stopped and said, "You must have come here for the purpose of the three goddesses. If you don't want to know whose hands the things fall into now, I will also save myself from offending that person. I just happen to go back to England now and live my peaceful life."

"The three goddesses really violated the agreement and handed over the golden scroll to others?" Azlar narrowed his eyes and looked at Raphael. He asked, "Why don't you stop it? Don't you know how important that golden scroll is to us?"

Samar stood up and said to Raphael: "Hmph! It should be very important to Gabriel! After all, only Gabriel among us can read that golden scroll."

"I stopped it! But the opponent is too strong, and my subordinates are wiped out, and I can't compete with him at all." Raphael paused and said in a deep voice: "I believe you should also know the nine supreme divine envoys of the Incas in South America! With your and my strength, you may only be able to injure or repel one or two of them, but you cannot kill him. That man killed one of the earth divine envoys in just one move. How do you think I should stop it?"
Chapter completed!