Chapter 2090 If It Was Myself

A thousand years of peaceful fighting?

If the archangel Michael really is a wise and whole-hearted monarch, then he should put all his energy on that emperor.

At this level, the pattern of the world is predictable, who is peeping at the earth, who is making waves... If Michael really does not have a little bit of selfishness, then the emperor invited to the holy city today is absolutely impossible. he.

Darkness may bring disaster to mankind in the future, but not in this century, nor in the next century, what will really suffocate mankind is the icy sea water!

That whispering emperor, he is so powerful in this century, even in the past few years, what makes this group of human masters turn a blind eye? ?

Forget it, these are no longer your own need to care about.

Holding Qin Yu'er tightly, most of her body was melted into her armor. Zhankong lowered his head and could see her peaceful face.

It seems to be able to touch her skin, as cold as jade...

A dry heart can't beat if it doesn't beat, as long as we can be together.

"No matter how immortal you are, you can never wake up from this world again!" Michael's loud call resounded through the two holy cities.

"I spurn your world."

Raising his hands high, Zhan Kong looked like he was resisting the demonic power of the Bird of Paradise, but he didn't use any power, but quietly greeted the coming of the azure light and flying feathers that filled the sky!

Qingyu fell like holy rain.

Zhankong and Qin Yuer had already merged together, their souls turned into wisps of turbid air in the robes and escaped from the black robes. The blue-feather birds of paradise collided, and the two hugged tightly. The soul disintegrated suddenly, turning into black and ice-colored dust, which was particularly bright under the light of the cyan brilliance.

What is powerful is not their souls, but the black armor.

The black robe is the real ancient king. When Zhankong chose to emerge with Qin Yuer, the ancient king's body finally realized that disaster was imminent.

The robe moved on its own, twisting frantically, trying to escape the rain of demon-removing light that filled the sky, but the robe without a proper soul was actually just a walking corpse.

This ancient king, without Zhan Kong, is nothing but a vessel. Originally, it could still delusionally control Zhan Kong's will.

But from the moment he saw Qin Yu, Zhankong was Zhankong himself, and this robe could not control his emotions and decisions.

For the two of them, this is the best home.

If there is another world, start over in another world, if not, just embrace and sleep forever...

...

"God's grace is mighty!!"

"God's grace is mighty!!"

"God's grace is mighty!!!"

I don't know how many devotees in the holy city, when they saw that Michael stirred the divine language to turn the demon into powder, they fell to the ground excitedly, and followed the holy city mages and shouted.

The holy city mages burst into tears with excitement, and finally... finally wiped it out, almost thinking that the holy city is over.

"As expected of Michael, our Archangel!!"

"Michael!!"

"Michael!!!"

The voices were intertwined, and the entire holy city suddenly became as boiling as a grand festival.

"Emperor level, that's the emperor level..."

"The invincible emperor level was not destroyed by our great holy city in the end, the grace of God is mighty, the grace of God is mighty!!"

"Darkness is broken, and we will be greeted by the warmest light. From today, dark creatures will never want to invade our city, let them completely disappear from this world and become our slaves!" Holy Inquisition mages They cheered in unison.

There are only a handful of dark emperors in this world. Now one of the undead emperors has been completely eliminated, and the wind of darkness blowing around the world will be reduced by a few points.

The dark breath is the nourishment for the dark creatures. Once the undead emperor dies, the reproduction of dark creatures will be greatly reduced, and the probability of the birth of dark high-blooded creatures will also decrease. The most important thing is that a huge dark empire entrenched in China will disappear. , the remaining undead will also be completely buried in the rotting soil...

The Kunlun Mountains in China and the Alps in Europe will usher in the cleanest air!

In the long history of magic, human beings once again disintegrated a huge demon empire! One day, deserts, swamps, oceans, glaciers, and clouds and mountains will be covered with human footprints. Without security, the world will be as big as security. Demons can only hide in caves, underground, and ocean trenches... ...The human beings who control powerful magic are the masters of this world!

...

The voice of the Holy City continued throughout the night. Mo Fan stood on an open-air promenade in the Holy Mansion, watching the disillusionment of the Holy City battlefield reflected in the sky.

The city was filled with cheers of victory, and countless bards recited generously, but the festive atmosphere filled Mo Fan’s chest and throat with soreness, and he felt uncomfortable breathing.

"Om~~~~Om~~~~~~~"

At the chest, the small loach pendant made an unprecedented noise.

Mo Fan took him out of the collar and held it in the palm of his hand.

No one could see the soul dust falling from the sky, but Mo Fan did.

The fragments of their two undead souls flew to the Alps, but two strands of souls flew to themselves and to the small loach pendant.

There was also the black armor robe that was beaten by Qingguang Shengyu with hundreds of holes. After Zhankong and Qin Yuer's two wisps of souls floated, it also fled to the small loach pendant like a refugee.

The phantom powder of the robe adorned the metal surface of the small loach pendant, wiping away the dusty rust little by little, and the black luster slowly lit up, like a dusty gem being caught by someone. Just like wiping it with the cleanest spring water, the color of the little loach that Mo Fan has always disliked has completely changed, and it looks so splendid!

Whether it was the black robe that awakened the real little loach pendant, or whether it was the spirits of Zhankong and Qin Yuer that sublimated it, Mo Fan was unable to make a judgment.

It was the best result for them, but Mo Fan couldn't be happy for them. He hadn't been as sad as he is now for a long time.

I'm watching a movie I know is tragic.

"Can you send them to a world that is kinder to them, little loach?" Mo Fan said to the pendant he was wearing.

After saying this, Mo Fan felt that something in his heart was torn apart, and he bowed in pain.

I have been carefully maintaining my little world, and I dare not let it collapse, but at this moment I want to stand on the opposite side...

Why should they be so kind, why should they make concessions to this stupid world?

If it was me, definitely not!