After Becoming The Tyrant

"The initial devil has been climbed out, and the white bones are tired. In the third day, he tears hell, fights with the gods. The abyss's chain is engraved with eternal curse. He will be banned until the world's destruction. "The pastor stood in the bloody battlefield, looking at the battle in the sky, he told the ancient past in the poet.

Time passed, one thousand years, can peek into the world's original story from the beginning of the world.

A knife-blade rushed out of the tide black clouds, and the angel and the devil's battle collided with the world's black and white, and it was dazzling. The sword of the long bone of the siph of the devil became dark red, every time I collided with the sword of the holy bleak in the angel, there will be a strong stream of explosion, and distort the space.

The sky is like turning a stealing mirror, and the crack is tired.

Holy fire with black butterflies, blazing day with dark clouds.

In such an extremely intense battlefield, if the devil is a lost hand, the angel successfully launches even a small attack on the throne, and the king who will have given all the authority to the devil will die. It is difficult to imagine the mortal of the throne, how is it dare to make such a hundred death.

" ."

The priest looked at the devil's sword of the angel, and then turned to drive the group butterfly to stop what he wanted to bypass him to kill the right handle, really had the last angel of the king.

The battle has been seen.

The pastor shook his head. He clearly became a pastor, but the battle in the sky showed a belief that it would be indifferent. The angel is about to fall, and the devout is the painful, which is desperate, but he can't seem to be killing in the sky. It is not that he believes in the god of God.

The battle on the ground is also near the end, the number is much better than the sacred army of Rodon, and the commanders are loud on the chaotic battlefield, but they want to contain collapse.

The pastor took a long box and walked on the chaotic battlefield, looking for the Duke of West. He cleverly avoided the Soul Knight, and the rest of the ordinary Rograng soldier is like a completely noticeable.

In a low-lying place in a dead, Wester tremble with the dead bodies, riding a horses, trampled on their Soul knights, completely defeat his confidence, and the angel's fall is even more desperate. The only thing that can be done at this time is to pray for the Holy Lord to bless them.

He heard the voice of the Rogrand soldier approached, and reached out and grabbed the wide sword around him.

"It is me, Mr. Duus."

The pastor holds a carrier that will come from the battlefield and blocks the broad sword of the Duke of West. He passed through half a blood battlefield, and the pastor robes were still clean.

The Duke of West is looked at the priest in his impression, until he is spent at this moment, and what kind of role in the Pope Castore is inserted by him.

"You, are you going to help me?"

He is like grabbing the last straw, kneeling on the ground, tightly grabbing the clothes. He led the Blycyl, which was almost lost in this battle. This original thought that he would change his situation, in turn advised him the true abyss.

"West ... No, the Pope is sent to you to help me, right? I am willing to offer loyalty to Your Majesty!"

The pastor took a shot of his shoulders, and the Duke of West was unconsciously released.

"Everyone is reported to everyone."

The pastor put the scorpion before the Duke of West, opened.

On the side of a brown wooden bow, the wood used with a strange natural pattern, and the patterns like the swirls of the night sky. The wooden bow is placed on the dark red satin, but it is like a blooming in the blood. In the moment of seeing this bow, the Duke of West I only felt like the ear of a group of demon.

Next to the wooden bow also plays an arrow created with star fragments.

He is not controlled, holding the wood bow that emits a strange gas field.

The pastor leaned over and looked at him to grabbed the bow, sticker on the bow of the face with a horror fan he he did not know at all.

Charm bow, and famous back.

This is a bow with curses and strange colors, it was originally a weapon of the Shengting Trial Bureau. But its master is an outstanding judge, with it to kill the swamp's charm of the monster, the soul of the charm and resentment is on the wooden bow, and the tough judge is cursed. Finally he was in one day, with this bish to attack a bishop, betrayed the Holy See.

Since then, this bow is included in the Sheng Ting in the "Taboo", the Hall of Bunch. It is said that people who got this bow will abandon their original position, and finally defeat.

"It's a good bow, you can try it."

The Duke of West murmured, he reached out to the arrow in the hurry.

"Comply with your own heart."

The priest said that his Due to the Duke of West, then left this small low.

In addition to his own and West Duke, then did not know on this bloody battlefield, there was this scene with this scene.

On the other end of the battlefield, the Brai West Knight was finally re-gathered together in the difficult hard work of the back team Rudolph. But they have no battles, just want to retreat from this battlefield.

"What about Duke?"

Some of the unresolved part of Wester is worthy of praise, they still want to find their own owners.

"Look! There!"

Suddenly someone screamed.

"That is ... That is the Ducian adult, what are he doing ?!"

I saw a place where the body was full of bodies in the battlefield. The Duke of West was standing up. He held a long bow and set a bow string with a bow in detail.

He aims ... the sky! !

The scene of the surprise appeared!

The Duke of West shot the angel on the sky, and the endless arrow! The arrow is out, and goes high. The arrows created with misty in all the perspective of a dark-red meteor, dragging the long tail. Whether the vision of mortal is unable to see if the arrow is hit angel.

But everything is clear.

Under the eyes of the public, the Duke of West, made an unimaginable! He launched an attack toward the Angel of the Holy Lord!

The horseshoe on the battlefield shaped, the sound is viscous.

As a Pope, the sacred army arrived as a special envoy, and his face was dignified.

"Hey! A painful thing -" The priest pulled the reins, "We trusted the Duke of Wester to betray us! He is a hell! He traded with hell, sold us!"

The sky above the sky.

The world is fixed in the most chaotic most splendid moment, black cloud sea and tens of millions of broken swords, a hot flame and rushing blast.

The angel being smashed into the bid wing, was overwhelmed by the cursed arrow shot, and the black butterflies that were more or flying or gathered. The last angel rushed to the bone throne as the sacrifice of the companion, and the monarch who was willing to deliver all the authority.

The monarch is low, like a contempt, it is like it.

The longjian of the keel runs through angel's heart, and the black fog is in a substantially wrapped around the sword of the Holy Spirit, firmly pulling it.

This time, he caught up.

The devil turns the wrist, the sword blade has turned the heart of angel.

Jin Guang broke out, the angel of the blood and the dust of the gods broke into countless golden light in the air, and they raised the rain like a few years. This is the ultimate beauty and ultimate weird, the world is about to break, also like Nirvana.

A bloody devil looked up, holding the monarch of the defenders.

Their opposite looks across a thousand years of light.

The world is like a reunion.