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"She is coming!"

Around the square, there is an archbishop speaking.

His white hair is a very old third life level evolutionary, but when he sees such a scene, he can't help trembling.

The sound fell.

In the originally chaotic square, there was silence.

One after another, they looked towards the corridor at the end of the square, and in the midst of all the attention, Brynhill with a broken armor was walking step by step.

in front of her.

The black armor is like a forest, and the divine light is scattered.

The elite Crusaders of thousands of people are definitely a terrifying army.

Even in the mighty Holy Mountain, this is the trump card at the bottom of the box, but at this moment, when facing the Valkyrie, it still falls into the disadvantage.

over the square.

Two terrifying auras collided.

The flat ground is windy, and the void is faintly twisted. The ground sank, and the surrounding nobles swayed.

Bang!

Like something exploded.

Brunhill moves forward.

Huge cracks spread under the feet, and several stone pillars standing on the square collapsed suddenly, and the smoke billowed.

The huge army formed by the Crusaders retreated in an instant.

Some of them couldn't help spitting out blood, and their faces turned pale.

The battle has not yet started, it is just a confrontation in terms of momentum, and many Crusaders have been injured.

"This…"

Many were surprised.

Including those archbishops, it can be said that they have witnessed the growth of Brynhill.

But now, even these archbishops, it is difficult to guess how powerful the Valkyrie can be after exerting all her strength.

The reason for this.

On the one hand, the Valkyrie who has grown up to now has rarely met an opponent worthy of her full strength. On the other hand, the reason is that the Valkyrie has been growing at an astonishing rate, changing every moment.

Yesterday's limit.

For now, it's not worth mentioning.

As for the future... no one can explain it.

For a long time in the past, Brunhill was regarded as the jewel of the church and the pride of the Holy Mountain.

but now…

The pride of the holy mountain, after all, is the opposite of the holy mountain.

"That is why ah!"

Some bishops and clergy had gray hair, but now they felt their faith crumbling and couldn't hold back their tears.

The surrounding nobles, although they did not show their emotions directly, held their breaths and did not say a word. The atmosphere in the huge square seemed very solemn.

Cross the square and come to the temple.

The Crusaders parted to the sides, and Brunhill looked up.

She looked around and saw the concerned and painful eyes of those old people.

Seeing the shaking of faith under the helmet of the Crusaders, I also saw some Protoss angels silently appearing in the distance, watching everything that was happening in the square.

In the temple, Archangel Grace's half-smiling gaze seemed to be watching an interesting farce.

At the end of everything, the picture freezes on the old face of Pope Mayfields.

Hesitation and pain flickered on his face, but in the end, those pupils turned into a vortex shrouded in countless shadows, and no expression could be seen again.

"Brunhill... colluded with aliens, resulting in the fall of Jose, the city of barriers... Obstructing the order of the Holy Mountain, wantonly shot at the nobles... In conclusion, I sentenced Brunhill to death in the name of Pope Mayfreds!"

In the sky, faint golden petals were scattered, the breeze was blowing, and there was a touch of sandalwood wafting from a distance.

There were boiling discussions around, but it seemed to be separated by a thin layer of film, gradually drifting away, gradually drifting away, and nothing could be heard clearly.

Mayfields put down the file in his hand.

hiss…

Thousands of Crusaders exerted their strength at the same time, and the huge and invisible momentum gathered again, like mountains and mountains, falling on the shoulders of Brunhill.

The ground is sinking.

The square cracked like a mirror, the entire holy mountain seemed to be shaking, and the sound of rolling gravel came from the inside of the mountain.

But Brunhill was still standing up straight, as if only a breeze was blowing by him.

She came here, but not to refute her own crime.

The holy mountain has fallen to this point, and arguing is useless. Only by destroying it and rebuilding it can it be reborn from the ashes.

Maid Medes, the villagers who betrayed her, the old man who ripped open her internal organs, the refugees who were still in the fire, and the burning city... Everything she experienced during her travels appeared in front of her like a revolving lantern.

Brynhill's expression became more and more determined, as if he was undergoing some kind of transformation.

Beside Mayfides, the archangel with his arms around his face changed slightly and his muscles began to tighten, as if he was encountering an opponent.

"You have committed the ultimate sin,"

Brunhill spoke, her ragged but solemn face.

It seems that in this trial, she is the judge above and Mayfides is the culprit in the audience.

"You betrayed the old Valkyrie and abandoned her light.

You also profaned her name and destroyed almost everything she built.

You twisted the path she laid for the people!

As your own statute says.

There can be no mercy for such a crime

There can be no sympathy for criminals like you.

I renounce your lordship

You have been walking in the dark, and you must not be allowed to survive!

Judgment has come

Now, meet your death! "

Her arms were folded and crossed, and her brilliant silver-white hair was windless and automatic, flying like a cloud in the sun.

The holy spear Kungunir spun in the hands of Brynhill, and layers of halo bloomed from it like a sun wheel, and a hurricane whizzed past with the burst of infinite power.

Gun, throw.

hiss! ! !

The piercing sound of roaring and piercing the air was like a roar of beasts.

The qi machine, which was as sharp as a knife, left a bottomless ravine on the holy mountain, and the masonry and soil along the way turned into powder in an instant.

Angel of Glory Grace changed slightly.

The light fell, and the left hand grabbed the void in front of the Pope.

The slender palm with metal gloves collided and rubbed against the handle of the World Tree spear Kungunir.

Two different types of radiation, golden and silver and white, erupted at the same time, and the space first solidified like a mirror and then shattered.

finally…

When the light scatters.

There was golden blood spilled between Grace's fingers, but the long spear Kungunir stayed in the palm of the archangel.

"Not after all..."

Grace breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head slightly.

But then, Brunhill took a step forward, and at the same time as the floor cracked, the figure like a fog had reappeared in front of the Pope.

The suppression brought about by the Crusaders' formation turned out to be ineffective.

Grace's expression changed slightly.

But it was too late. At this moment, there was another completely different gray-black radiation on the Valkyrie.

That kind of radiation rose like fog and then spread rapidly. The sight of mountains of corpses rising and falling and seas of blood floating in the fog was extremely terrifying. Even a powerful angel like Grace was almost caught off guard.

Bang!

Brynhill's palm rested on the spear of eternity again.

The power of the two collided again, as if a powerful bomb exploded out of thin air.

But now, White Wolf and Brunhill are simultaneously exerting each other's strengths, and the effect produced is by no means as simple as one plus one.

The radiance of Valkyrie Brunhill is an indestructible eternity, while the radiance of the White Wolf is the chaos of all things returning to the ruins. Two completely different and even opposing forces are now fused together.

In the stillness there is the twinkling of dawn, and in the lingering charm of life, there are also calamities falling.

Brunhill moved on.

The slender palm, with the magnificent momentum of the waves hitting the shore, slapped towards Grace's chest.

Grace reached out to block.

The palm rests on the center of the Archangel's arm.

But two terrifying rays of radiation were like a madly spinning electric drill, unstoppable, pouring into Grace's body like a wild horse, and then detonated with a bang.

The archangel was knocked into the air and sprayed with blood.

at the same time.

The holy spear Kungunir also pierced Mayfides's chest.

A terrifying power burst forth, and one after another hideous cracks spread out from the wound.

At the last moment, the Pope regained his sanity in the shadow-like pupils and let out a faint sigh. He seemed to want to say something.

But the power bursting out of the spear was too swift.

Don't wait for his voice to come out.

The whole person's figure shattered, turned into powder, and disappeared from the world completely.

Grace got up from the ground in embarrassment, his face gloomy as if he could drip water. Before participating in this trial, he expected that the situation would become out of control, but it should not be this way.

And on the opposite side of Grace.

Brunhill had picked up his spear.

The long spear glowing with cold light was aimed at Grace, and two completely different radiances bloomed from her.

A long-buried power erupted from the Valkyrie like a powerful volcano, and the rising sun-like vitality made the temperature of the entire holy mountain begin to rise.

There is no doubt that the current Brunhill is the real fourth life level.

But why has it come at such a time.

The rest of the angels have not yet appeared.

"Forget it, it's just a little guy who has just stepped into this field anyway."

Grace moved forward without fear, his muscles swelled, his sharp feathers ripped apart flesh and blood, and a large piece of periosteum bloomed from his spine, covering the sky and the sun.

In just a few steps, Grace's body has swelled to thirty meters.

His body still maintains the shape of a human, but his head is like some kind of bird. The golden radiance is mixed with incomparably sharp energy, and it collides with the power emanating from Brenhill like an ocean wave.

...

"Looks like Grace is in trouble too."

Outside the Holy Mountain.

On the top of a delicate mountain not far away, the fourth angel Basa Querman was happily watching Grace slump.

"However, after all, we still have to survive in an ark world in the future, and it's not easy to completely tear our face off. This farce must end as soon as possible."

According to the previous plan.

It is to wait for the Spirit Bone Tower to be completed to a certain number.

All the archangels, including the ancient gods, can use the power of the Spirit Bone Tower to come to the world of Terraria perception.

By the time.

Even in the perception world, there are strong people such as Youdu and Valkyrie.

Archangel and ancient gods can also have the power to suppress everything.

But unfortunately, the plan has not kept up with the changes.

After Garen stepped into the fourth life level, he began to attack the holy mountain frantically, and the Radiation Legion and the Athas Cult participated in this war with all their might.

The holy mountain is undoubtedly downwind.

If they don't take the time to make all the preparations they have made over the years, I am afraid they will be in vain.

"Although the Spirit Bone Tower failed to meet the requirements, there are several of our archangels descending into the perception world, which is enough to deal with everything."

Bassa Quillman restrained his smile and believed.

He took a step forward and wanted to join the war with Grace to stabilize the situation.

But right now.

A slender figure in a white dress stopped in front of him.

"It's you!"

The fourth angel looked at the girl's moving face. Although it was in a different form, the breath of life could never be disguised, so he could see at a glance that that person was the willow tree who lost an avatar and lost face that day. .

"Hey, it's good, very good." The enemy was very jealous when he met, and Grace's gasping sound suddenly became heavier.

Under the loose robes, tentacles were creeping up and down, making a greasy rubbing sound.

"Since you still dare to appear in front of me, you must be ready to indulge in the deep sea, right?"

"Just you?"

When Su Heng was not there, Liu Qingqing had a completely different face. The little girl was very grumpy, "Just your water is not enough for me to soak my feet."

"Then add me."

on top of the mountain.

Another voice came from the void.

The temperature of the air rose rapidly, and the once vibrant peaks began to turn brown and dry.

Liu Qingqing's delicate brows furrowed and looked towards the direction of the voice, but saw a big man covered in red floating in the void.

His appearance is somewhat similar to Basa Quillman, with the same bald head, but with a different skin color, and the big man has two huge horns on his head.

"Fire Angel, Sunshine."

"Cut." Liu Qingqing pouted, clasping his hands on his chest, "Are you more than people? Then you have picked the wrong opponent."

"Could it be that you still have help?"

Basa Quillman's expression changed slightly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked around, and then his eyes widened.

In the void not far away, two other figures came out from under Heguang, the same dress, the same slender and slightly barren figure, the same cloud-like hair... Even the breath and the radiance emanating from the body were completely same.

"Get to know-"

Liu Qingqing stretched out her arms, the emerald radiant flames burned like flames, and her long black hair flew.

The ground rolled over, and there was a loud rumbling sound, as if something terrifying was rolling freely in the depths of the ground and released its own power. The sound of the leaves rubbing together overlapped like the waves of the sea.

In an extreme amount of time, three huge willow trees with a height of more than 2,500 meters appeared around the water angel and the fire angel.

And Liu Qingqing's figure also disappeared from the void.

Only its majestic voice like a queen still reverberates in the wilderness, like a roaring thunder: "——The power of all things!"