Chapter 133: The Final Judgnt!
The speed of this slash could not be explained with the term ‘fast’. It completely pierced through space. In the blink of an eye, it had arrived before the Archangel!
The Archangel could not dodge anywhere else. Or rather, he had no way to dodge at all!
This was because this sword had already locked onto him. No matter where he fled to, this sword that transcended space was destined to slash at him!
Was this the power of the Seraph?
The Archangel looked at the red flas and closed his eyes in silence. The fear of the power of the Seraph slowly dissipated.
Unmatchable!
Such powerful strength was not sothing he, as an Archangel, could withstand.
As expected of the legendary creature, it was so powerful.
Now, the Archangel finally understood why legends could always be called legends, and the power displayed by the Seraph was undoubtedly at the level of legends.
The sword slash landed on the Archangel’s chest. His gorgeous outer garnt was burnt to ashes by the flas, leaving only his bare upper body!
A huge scar extended from his abdon to his neck. The flas were still spreading from his flesh wounds.
The pain that reached the depths of his soul made him cry out involuntarily. With his current body, there was no way he could defend against the power of the sword.
The golden light around him was like thin paper. When the flas slashed at it, it automatically split into two.
Even his divine power was burnt away?
Sensing the dissipation of his divine power, the Archangel gritted his teeth unwillingly!
The sword slash from the Seraph did not kill the Archangel. Instead, it left a trace of its aura.
It was not that Vivier did not want to kill him, but she could not kill him with one strike even after using all her strength.
But was this the strength of a level 7 creature? It was a joke!
It wasn’t just Vivier who thought so. Even Pierce, the Elven Queen, Frost, and the entire world’s audience thought so.
Even the Elven Queen began to doubt her own strength. Was she really a level 7 creature? Why did she feel that a newly evolved level 6 creature was so much more powerful?
Moreover, the Elven Queen had no doubt that if she were to face that slash, she would definitely disappear without even leaving behind any bone powder!
After all, the feeling Vivier gave the Elven Queen was too strong, making her feel that she had no power to resist.
From the looks of it, there were really various differences between races. The elves were clearly no match for the angels!
Pierce looked up at the swaying figure in the sky and sent a ssage to Vivier.
If possible, Pierce hoped that Vivier could kill the Archangel as soon as possible. After all, he urgently needed a powerful puppet.
The Archangel who had been stabbed swayed in the air. The wound on his chest was no longer bleeding because the blood had already evaporated due to the burning flas.
He, who had been in high spirits at the beginning, was now like a dog waiting for its execution.
Victory was everything. The loser had no dignity at all.
Without a doubt, the Seraph had completely defeated the Archangel!
Even though there was the difference of a whole level, in terms of strength, the Archangel was still no match for the Seraph.
This was the pressure, the strength, and the bloodline suppression of a higher being!
After all, Seraphs had always been the strongest combat force among the angels in the records read by the Archangel.
However, for so reason, the battle angels of the angel race had all disappeared and could not be found.
Thousands of years had passed. The Archangel had thought that those legends were just legends.
But today, his world view was completely refreshed!
He had overreached himself and thought that he could fight the Seraph!
He was simply like a clown.
The negative emotions of arrogance, overestimation, and complacency had filled his heart!
As long as it was a race, there was no absolute benevolence!
Ordinary angels might feel joy at helping others and worshiping the Lord!
But the Archangel, who fought demons on the battlefield, knew that this world was not as simple as it seed. Therefore, after a long period of fighting demons, the Archangel beca stained with negative emotions!
He really did not expect to be defeated by a young angel of the sa race. How ironic was this?
Even the demons that died in his hands would co out of their graves to laugh at him.
The loser was the loser.
Therefore, the Archangel lowered his head and chose to accept judgnt, waiting for the arrival of the Seraph. Or rather, waiting for the order from the mixed-blood human below!
He was naturally not blind. He knew that Pierce was the weakest person in this team, but he did not know why these experts all seed to listen to Pierce!
This was the thing he simply could not understand. However, no one answered him!
Vivier slowly approached him and looked at him expressionlessly with her light golden eyes that were burning with flas.
After receiving Pierce’s order, she did not hesitate at all.
So what if he was from the angel race as well? She did not care!
She had to eliminate any creature that was a threat to Pierce. This was the belief she had since she was born!
Without much hesitation, Pierce gave the order!
Vivier raised the Crimson Firmant, and flas distorted the space.
The final judgnt had begun!
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