After Becoming The Tyrant

The wind suddenly static, all of the sulfur rins in the sky were solidified between a moment.

The long sword in the angels flourifies the rays that are extremely joyful, and there is a dazzling white in the dark red and black.

The ancient Chinese smells are in the center of St. War, solemn, as if there is an angel's army crossing the boundaries of the world and the world, it comes to the dead hell, they stand behind St. War, adhering That suggestion, lowered the trial in the prophecy.

The devil retired, he raised the white bones, stand in the air, looking up to the increasingly bright light.

He didn't try to interrupt everything that San War is doing, because "trial" is not to interrupt.

The force of the trial is from San Wal himself. It is a mark in the angel Holy Spirit. It is also an angel of angel. It is the source of their strength. It is because of that imprint, they can have overwhelves. The bit grid.

Hell is not within the boundaries of "arrament" prohibited, all mysterious power here will not be suppressed.

And the failure before a thousand years has made San Wal know what kind of enemies they face them.

Everything is discomfort, if He doesn't want to completely fall, then you will use your most powerful power from the beginning.

The breath of God appeared in hell, just like a thick darkness, so dazzling is so clear. Other places in hell, there is an ancient lord awakening. They have a little shocking and whispering in the dark and wilderness. "Which madman will enhance the angel to here?"

The swamp is rolling, the black sea tide is moving, the abyss is stupid ... Dead, hello has been a tractor.

Put an angel to the madness of hell is ruling on the face of God.

After countless black butterflies, after the devil, the countless black butterfly has formed a sea tide black cloud. The sound of countless black butterfly rumored wings is gathered together, forming a melody relative to angels, harsh and cold. The Black Butterfly Cloud is from the sky and forms a connection to the ground with the ground.

At this point, this space presents a thorough confusion.

There was a distortion of the space, and the sulfur rain drops in the sky fell to those spatial cracks.

Two rules are being quite.

The rules of God are and the rules of hell.

The "trial" itself is equivalent to rules.

The judges have mastered the rules and is the rules of the rules, and the judgment is made on the basis of the rules. When the angel mobilizes the printed imprint, He began to tamper with the rules of hell.

He broke the rules of the United States into hell with the power of the gods, and thus denied the meaning of this hell.

With an angel-centered, invisible heavy pressure from the sky, the coke rock on the ground began to have a crack, which continued to have a gerbial magma splash from it. The hill wall began to disintegrate, and the bulk boulder fell.

This slap is judged to "there is no existence", and the angel is a person who brings the end of the day.

In the rumble, the Dream carriage passed from those sprayed magma, and the horses on the four wheels of the carriage were sprayed from the mouth from the mouth from the mouth.

The white bones spit out from the fountain in the mouth, then reorganized, forming a white bone shield that hangs in the four-week round of the carriage. The magma sprayed from the ground and the boulder on the top of the top were truly blocked by the four shields. The crow parked on the top of the carriage fans the wings, nervously called, and the sound was drowned in this day.

The dream truck arrived in the road to the black butterfly that extends from the air.

The king has awakened.

The king jumped from the carriage and steadily fell on the long way of black butterfly. At the moment of the king, the path of the colored black butterflies quickly retracted, and brought the king to the devil.

The devil delivers the white bones to the king, and he has opened the black umbrella hidden with the kept the kept sword.

At this point, the angel in the sky is suspended there, and it is shrouded for the light, such as the hell rising a round of sun.

The black group of butterflies formed a huge throne, the King of the Silver, sitting on the throne, with the suspended angel. He holds the white bones, with the hand of the "greedy and unjustly wealth" authority ride on the top of the rod. It is just a mortal, but the king is in this time, but it seems to have the authority of the whole world.

- He is like the king of the whole world.

The wind is fierce the king's silver, and his ice blue pupil is printed out an angel.

In his pupil, the angel has become small.

"This is the old order."

The king dismissed, without having a feeling.

The cold order rises through the world, such as the bronze ancient bell being ringed, and the sound moves the whole century.

Black earth, magma backfall, crack re-closing. The space is originally like a wrinkled paper, with countless twisted wrinkles, now there is a pair of intangible hands, and caressing those wrinkles. The mountain is no longer taw.

This slate, because the angel's "trial" and the distortion of the chaotic order is reconstructed in the sound of the king.

"recovery."

After the first command was finished, the king felt that it seems to be completely exhausted in an instant, and the sharp headache is almost instantaneous. He bit his teeth and issued the second order.

This time, the dead endage river suddenly boiled, one after another, pale death, got up, and issued a harsh sharp grief. All corpses hanging on the ridges raised their hands to pick themselves from the rope, and the dark wings out of their back. A crack began to appear on the wall of the insects of countless white bones, and those bones that become fossils struggled to climb from the inside.

This hell has been dead for a long time.

But under the command of the king, this hell began to recover.

However, in this moment of hell "recovery", the angel's hands-gripped long sword finally turned down. If the sword of Taojiang River, all everything is ignited. A brilliant gold flame left in the air, there is an angel image of countless arms in the flame.

This is a sword and a military.

God is the master of the Wanjun, when the San War is still in the world, it is his favorite aimer. When St. War is about to usher in the second time, He has led the printed in the Holy Spirit of St. Walgens. And the boundary of hell, lowered a military.

The trial of "Dooms" is coming.

The floodless flame is swept from the sky, and the king's pupil prints the thousands of knife swords in the red flames. God punishment of the world ... The apostles of the Shengting claim that "the world of God is the world, such as unclear and false, will be washed with blood and serum".

Is this the sword of God?

"Yes, this is."

The devil said whispered, he stood around the king, he seems to guess the king what is thinking. The devil held an umbrella, and his face was rare, and he saw the king. When the fire of this god is about to burn the world, he is like usually as usual.

"And I am your sword. Your Majesty."

The crow that has been hovering around the king is "MonLle", the crow, which has a loud sound, and the scream is like the perspective of the human army.

Behind the king, the corpse of the black wing is from the white bones that are climbed from the veneum wall, they do tens of thousands, such as Sausa, they are like the devil, after a long time, once again for the same person They are the Kings Army. Commanding this army is a devil who stepped out, his black dress brushed out a touch of residual.

The devil is like a gossic, his back is the torrent of hell.

They took the initiative to meet the hit of the angel, two torches crashed in the air, and the instant sound of the collision was like countless thunder.

Two floods collided with the angel's vain and the corpse of the white bones in the flame and the black fog, the devil jumped from the stalemate front, his longjan sword in his hand sliding, he broke all the obstacles on the way. The eyes were deadly staring at the St. Wal of the armor.

The devil's body rolled over the thick black fog, as he approached the angel, the black fog around him was constantly weakened.

The devil didn't care, he regards himself as a blade, ready for the last fatal blow. People who hold the knife only need to pay attention to the goal, instead of seeing what kind of danger is in the hope of the Swords. The devil is really happy to become a sword, and can drive this knife this sword, there is only one person.

The man is sitting on the throne.

It is regarded as the envoy to the risks of evil, and the black butterfly is hovering around the king, such as the people who worship. And his army is holding his will to kill.

The king looks back.

He looked at the white bones and fell like a rain, looked at the corpse and disappeared with angel's vain, and also looked at the devil collided with the San Wei knife.

The world suddenly calm down.

Black dress has been full of cracks. Devils nails the long bone sword into the armor broken Saint Wal chest. He took a long sword, fire and light collapsed from San Wal's body, and the army angel vain one followed by one, and the armor split on St. Wal was separated, and His face began to change.

The angel's face is hidden, and it is a mortal, not so perfect.

That is Wark Bry.

The young white robe monk pupil reflects the dark sky, and has not been exhausted golden flame. His eyes gradually collapsed, and the double wings behind them are disappearing. He will fall down, but he looks up at the sky.

"It turns out ... this is the case."

He muttered himself, it seems that he got an answer, and his body crushed into a large spot, such as the container that could not be afforded.

On the sizes of the devil, a drop of golden blood slowed down.

The blood drops, falling down, drops on the red terracotta.

The king heard the voice of blood drops.

despair.

The sound of the angel's blood drops, and the sound of the mortal blood is not very different.

..................

Barby, St. Walda Cathedral.

A white-haired big church stood in front of a statue of an angel.

He looked up his head and looked at the sacred St. Wal, full of wrinkled face slowly slipped.

"Annil ... you are right."

An old coach tears.

Who can I have a selfishness in this world? Who can restrain your love and helpless? Warrick Black ... is his nephew! Is his only brother staying in the world's last bone blood. The devout child did not know, his mentor is actually his only loved ones in the world.

"Mr. Bishop."

Low sound, the messenger of Ferry three people stand behind him.

"Now, are you willing to join us?"