Chapter 649: Killing Angels (Five Thousand)

In the golden fireball, the scarlet threads are the evolution of the law of killing.

These threads are sharper than any magic weapon on the Dusk Continent and are indestructible.

With a flick of his hand, the golden fireball instantly flew towards the wall on the left.

When the fireball was halfway, the front of the wall suddenly split from the middle, as if a virtual door had opened. Behind the virtual door, there was a hideous mouth stained with blood.

In the open mouth, there were shark-like sharp teeth.

Those sharp teeth were longer than human arms, slightly curved, and sharp as knives.

It was like some kind of violent monster trying to break through the virtual door and enter the real world.

This... is this an evil spirit?

The familiar feeling made Ron's heart suddenly jump, and he instantly recognized the identity of the monster in the virtual door in front of the wall, which was like a huge mouth of the abyss.

Evil spirit.

It was definitely an evil spirit wandering in the starry sky.

Good man, who would have thought that in the angels' fighting method, there is actually a method like summoning evil spirits?

Evil spirits and angels, aren't they two kinds of existence that are incompatible with life and death?

Or is this a method that the administrators of the heavens have studied for a long time? Capture the evil spirits wandering in the starry sky alive, and then use some shameless means to turn the evil spirits into puppets or pets that can be used for their own purposes?

However, although the evil spirits are powerful, they are not worth mentioning to those administrators.

At most, it can only be regarded as a slightly novel toy, which will not improve the overall combat power. So those administrators handed the evil spirits to the angels and used this method to enhance the angels' strength?

Speaking of which, according to the information Ron has, there should be no six-winged angels in the heavens, right?

Because the strength of the six-winged angels is at the peak of the demigod realm, those administrators are worried that the power of the angels may cause harm to the administrators, so they took all the six-winged angels away in one wave.

Then what about these eight angel reliefs? They are all images of six-winged angels.

Is it the surviving angel who has advanced?

Or is it the angel who has been recreated?

I have to say that this is a bad habit of Ron. It is obviously the critical moment of the battle, but all kinds of messy thoughts in Ron's mind all swarmed out at this time and filled Ron's mind.

Fortunately, this confusion only lasted for a short moment, and Ron's mind soon recovered.

Looking again, the golden fireball has flown in front of the illusory door and is about to hit the evil spirit like a huge mouth of the abyss.

At this moment, the evil spirit still used its huge and ugly head and teeth to hit the illusory door frantically, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the illusory door and descend into this world.

The deep part of the violently squirming throat suddenly spurted out a roar like the roar of a beast, which spread out from the illusory door like ripples and echoed in the secret room. The violent sound made Ron's mind buzz.

The invisible impact forced Ron to retreat continuously.

At the same time, the strange fireball seemed unable to withstand such a fierce impact. The flames quickly extinguished like a candle that was burning to the end, and the golden light was directly suppressed and dissipated. However, the abyss mouth did not notice that the blood-like silk threads did not dissipate. Instead, they took advantage of this opportunity and crawled quickly like a worm, and directly drilled into the abyss mouth.

"Hiss..."

The huge abyss mouth made a hissing sound like a venomous snake.

In the illusory door, Ron clearly saw the abyss mouth's body like a giant python quickly entangled into a ball, like a worm wriggling violently.

Pain.

The soul of the evil spirit abyss mouth was being torn piece by piece and cut inch by inch.

That feeling was unbearable even for the irrational evil spirit.

The illusory door clanged, as if it was about to be unable to withstand such an impact and could collapse completely at any time.

It was not surprising that Ron would have such a reaction to the evil spirit. After all, this was the Law of Killing, the most murderous and terrifying of all the laws. A mere evil spirit had no ability to resist the Law of Killing.

At this moment, Ron seemed to have transformed into an excellent pianist.

His hands bounced quickly in the air.

However, his playing did not bring any beautiful music except the screams of the evil spirit. As Ron's fingers moved, more and more blood-red threads drifted out from his fingertips, sank into the illusory door, and entered the body of the abyss.

Gradually, these threads spread to both sides with the illusory door as the center. These strange threads were woven into a large net, entangled together, and gradually, finally spread to the wall next to it.

At this moment, Ron smelled the stench of decay.

The struggle and roar of the abyss gradually turned into slow panting and wriggling. In the illusory door, the bloody mouth had closed at some point.

The slender body, like a giant python, was casually spread on the ground like a dead snake, twitching from time to time. On the slender body of the Abyss Mouth, red silk threads were wrapped around and around.

The next moment, Ron's eyes were stern, and he saw that the silk threads suddenly tightened.

The body of the Abyss Mouth was covered with a layer of dense, thick and hard scales that were harder than steel.

But now, the scales have turned directly into tofu dregs.

The red silk thread silently penetrated the scales, and in an instant, cut the body of the Abyss Mouth into thousands of pieces.

Even though the body had been cut, it still maintained the shape of a giant python from beginning to end, except for the pair of eyes on the head, which gradually lost their original light.

Not only the body of the Abyss Mouth died, but also his soul... With the death of the Abyss Mouth, the secret room suddenly became quiet, giving people an extremely dead and terrifying feeling.

Suddenly, the sound of high and low, like a creepy whisper, began to spread from the walls on both sides of the illusory door.

Ron looked at the wall, only to see that the red silk thread on the wall had climbed up the body of the angel relief, and the face of the angel relief began to twist together because of indescribable pain.

The silver-white feathers lost their original luster in an instant and became gloomy and dim.

The red threads were entangled in more and more places, and the two angel reliefs began to show signs of decay. The originally jade-white faces had become rotten, and even the slowly rotating pupils had become dirty and filthy.

The smell of decay began to spread.

Two balls of dark red liquid began to ooze out from the corners of the angel reliefs' eyes.

Their vitality was being quickly deprived.

The killing power was torturing their bodies and corroding their souls.

Every inch of the red thread spread, every time it squirmed, it was like a sharp knife, scraping off a layer of fresh flesh and blood from the two angel reliefs.

Snap.

A mottled stone fell from the wall.

The appearance of the angel relief had become mottled.

The place where the stone fell turned into holes of various sizes. Inside the holes were countless black tubes, like blood vessels. These strange tubes were entangled together and buried inside the angel relief. As for the other side, it seemed to extend to a deeper place, where there was a deep, thick, evil and dark endless black fog.

It was like communicating with another world.

Countless black tubes were entangled together, as if they were entangled with something, and they contracted and expanded regularly.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

You could even hear a sound similar to a heartbeat in the faintness.

Not only on this stone wall, but even on the right, behind and above the head, the same sound came. The mixed sound was like a huge hammer, and every time it sounded, it hit Ron's chest hard.

Just hearing this sound similar to a heartbeat, Ron felt that his spirit was inexplicably flustered. His skin quickly turned pale and rotten, and even oozes out sticky thick water. White fluff even began to grow on his skin.

As expected of the angels trained by the administrators, they really have extraordinary means. Just by listening to the heartbeat of the angels, Ron showed signs of pollution.

Arianna, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was in a worse situation. Her body was shaking constantly.

Her face was extremely pale, and there was blood gushing out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Her hair spread rapidly in an unreasonable way. The lusterless golden hair almost covered the floor of the entire secret room.

Then, these hairs seemed to have their own consciousness, like thin venomous snakes, slowly wriggling and entangled.

Ron frowned slightly, glanced at Arianna, and then looked at his own situation. This was not good. After all, there were eight six-winged angels, and they attacked at the same time. That kind of power was really hard to resist.

Without thinking, Ron raised his right hand.

The ancient and mysterious clock appeared above Ron's head.

At the moment the clock appeared, Arianna's long hair covering the ground seemed to feel a great threat.

It was unknown which angel controlled these long hairs. The dense hairs quickly crawled and spread on the ground. These hairs were very close to Ron. They instantly entangled Ron's legs and continued to crawl upward along Ron's legs.

In an instant, they strangled Ron's neck.

A deep dent immediately appeared on Ron's neck, and blood vessels began to bulge.

Even so, these hairs still did not stop moving. They continued to crawl, trying to pass over Ron's head and entangle the strange clock in the air.

These hairs moved very quickly, but... it was too late.

They tried to limit Ron's mobility and strangled Ron's neck so that Ron could not make a sound.

But they didn't know that for Ron to drive the clock of time, he didn't need to make a sound. Just a snap of his fingers was enough.

And these hairs did not limit the movement of Ron's fingers.

So, even though his neck was entangled, Ron still didn't panic at all, and he crossed his two fingers slowly and gently.

Snap.

The sound was not loud, but in this secret room, the snap was particularly harsh.

The sound of the snap had not even completely fallen, and the clear and bright bell sounded, which could even cleanse the soul.

Dang!

The melodious bell sound spread in the air, and even the naked eye could clearly see the circles of ripples.

Perhaps because of the semi-enclosed space, the bell sound continued to echo in the secret room, which invisibly increased the power of the bell sound. In an instant, everything in the entire secret room stopped.

Motionless.

The long hair that kept climbing up stopped squirming.

The tangled black tubes no longer expanded or contracted.

Ron even had a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked it in front of him. In an instant, the long golden hair covering the ground was cut off immediately.

The broken hair wrapped around Ron also receded quickly like the tide.

With the increase in strength and the increase in the semi-secret chamber, the power of the Clock of Time has increased a lot more than before. Even if Ron did these things, the power of time stagnation is still maintained.

Taking this opportunity, Ron took a step forward.

His right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the tangled black tubes.

That thing is like an earthworm...

No, the touch may be worse than an earthworm, slippery, sticky, and soft.

It is difficult to evaluate what this thing feels like. It is also slippery in the hand.

Then Ron's arm suddenly exerted force and pulled hard.

There were only a series of rustling sounds, and a series of things were pulled out of the angel relief by Ron. Like sweet potatoes, the tangled thin tubes were full of various things, including liver, lungs, pancreas, gallbladder, and a long string of intestines with a strong stench.

All the internal organs were pulled out by Ron.

A cluster of flames spread along Ron's fingers, and the secret room was filled with the stench of barbecue.

The nails cut the black thin tubes, and under the black substance, there was a crystal clear, exquisite, thumb-sized... heart.

It seemed to be carved from beautiful jade, and it was simply a perfect work of art.

Angel's heart.

This is the heart of this angel.

The purest and rarest energy source in the world, purer than dragon crystal.

Fortunately, I didn't crush this thing directly just now, otherwise I would have lost a lot.

Ron took the angel's heart openly.

Then, while the time stagnation had not yet ended, he quickly walked to the other side and grabbed the black thin tube.

At this moment, the time stagnation disappeared.

But Ron moved faster, his fingers were as flexible as lightning, and he almost left a trail of afterimages between his movements.

In the blink of an eye, these black thin tubes were all cut off, and the second angel's heart fell into Ron's hands.

After the two angel hearts were taken away, the two angel reliefs, although no longer affected by the time stagnation, were motionless.

Then, the reliefs, which were obviously carved from stone, turned into two large pieces of rotten meat. The rotten meat quickly decayed and turned into large pieces of pus, flowing down the wall.

For a while, the environment in the secret room could be said to be extremely bad.

The smell of corruption made Ron feel that his abdomen was wriggling, as if he might vomit at any time.

The two angels were dead.

With the death of the two angels, two of the eight silver-white threads entangled with Arianna also broke. It was visibly that Arianna's complexion had improved a little, no longer as ugly as before, and even the feeling of pain had dissipated a little.

Ron felt a little regretful.

After all, he had not entered the demigod realm now.

Otherwise, with the strength of the demigod realm, the time stagnation could definitely last longer.

Moreover, his current state was very bad.

The strength of his soul and body did not match, and he could not even devote himself to the battle, otherwise it would easily attract thunder.

Otherwise, the scene of fighting with these eight angels would never be as gentle as it is now.

Compared with the gods who are often brainwashed, although the angels are not as strong, their intelligence is obviously stronger, and they are more intelligent.

They did not notice the embarrassing situation of Ron, but they judged that Ron's strength was definitely not something they could deal with from the fact that Ron easily solved two angels of the same level.

Before, two of the eight companions were solved.

Now there are only six left. In front of this man, there seems to be no other ending except dying one after another.

You know, this existence is also famous in the heaven.

This is a heretic who makes the repairman anxious. I don’t know how many teacups he has broken, how many walls he has smashed, and how he has roared all day long.

Already, the god of death Benavid and the god of decay and decline have died in his hands.

Even the gods can kill him at will, and even the repairman can’t do anything to him. So it’s normal that a few angels can’t solve this heretic, right?

Although the mission failed and returning to heaven may be severely punished by the repairman, as long as all the problems are pushed onto this man, there is still a chance to survive.

No one wants to die to live, and the angels are the same.

The remaining six angels quickly made a judgment.

The angel relief protruding on the wall began to fade rapidly, and the bulge marks were a little bit of a small matter.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, like the sound of a broken guitar string, the silvery white threads entangled with Arianna began to break...

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