Magus Tech

The real title of this chapter: Chapter 861 Six Winged Angel

Silence, short silence.

After the silence, Chkaf suddenly applauded.

"Cappa!"

Chkaf looked at the old Lich and said, "I have to say, I admire you a little bit. Of course, this does not change the final result-you will be killed by me. Since you insist on stopping me so much, then I’m welcome, let me use the absolute advantage to kill you. In a sense, you should be proud."

After speaking, Chkaf reached out and took a glass bottle out of his arms.

The glass bottle contained a tube of golden-yellow liquid, like melted gold, and like high-temperature magma flowing deep in the earth.

After taking it out, Chekaf did not hesitate, pulled out the silver stopper, and drained the liquid inside.

Suddenly, a grand and sacred momentum burst out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, pure white light was released from Chekhov's body, spraying out from all the outlets of his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears.

The surrounding sky was illuminated by Chekhov, and Chekhov's entire body seemed to become a newly born miniature sun in an instant.

Then in the dazzling white light, the clothes on Chekav's back were lifted up a little bit, and then a "thorn" shredded, and a pair of wings with snowy white feathers grew out.

Before the end, the next moment the first pair of wings grew, there was a "thorn" and the second pair of wings also appeared.

Then there is the third pair.

Three pairs of wings fluttered slowly behind Chekav. Each wing was so white and sacred, and exuded a sacred atmosphere that made people unable to worship.

Chkaf kept this form, looking at the old Lich with a solemn face.

After seeing the old lich, his eyes widened uncontrollably, feeling the repressive breath from Chkaf. After a while, he said, "This is... heaven... angel?"

The current Chekhov is exactly the same as the legendary angel.

After listening to the old Lich, Chkaf smiled and shook his head and said: "No, I am not an angel. However, after I drink the precious angel blood, in a sense, it is indeed with the angel. . You can call me... Asian angel. Yes, Asian angel, six-winged Asian angel."

"Now you know, why have I always been sure you are going to die, old man?" Chkaf said, his hands spread slowly in front of his chest, the light surging, and a sacred long sword formed by the golden light.

Holding the long sword, Chekaf made a cold voice: "I tell you, the reason why I am sure you will die is because I have absolutely no control over your hole cards.

I didn’t use it before because I thought it was too wasteful to use it on you, but now you can’t force me to use it, then use it.Huh, this is what you asked for!Don't you want to be a toad, then I will fulfill you!I will let you die like a toad!"

When the words fell, Chkaf grasped the long sword of light and approached the old Lich quickly, slamming it down, and a beam of golden energy was emitted.

The old Lich watched it, his hands waved violently, and the large darkness around him was drawn, forming a thick dark shield that stood in front of him and prepared to resist.

But the golden energy light hit the dark shield. The dark shield was like a snowdrift with boiling water, and most of it evaporated in a blink of an eye.

Then the remaining golden energy light, almost unaffected, approached the body of the old Lich and passed through.

"puff!"

A blood hole with a diameter of several centimeters appeared in the old Lich's chest. The old Lich's body had a huge shock, and he could no longer keep his balance in the air, shaking and falling down.

After falling to a height of less than twenty meters from the ground, the old lich stopped forcibly, raised his head, and looked pale at Chekhov—clearly seriously injured.

While Chekaf glanced at the old Lich, he was obviously not ready to let the Old Lich so easily. Next time, he raised his long sword and aimed at the Old Lich, and waved his second sword.

"brush!"

Another golden energy ray appeared, hitting the old lich body directly.

This time the old Lich Man barely cast a shield the size of a pot lid in front of him, and the light arrived.

Without any accident, the light shattered the shield instantly, then penetrated the body of the old lich and disappeared into the night.

This time the old Lich suffered more serious trauma, and could no longer maintain the power of floating, and the whole person fell down piece by piece.

When he was more than three meters above the ground, he lost all his buoyancy force, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.

"Vomit! vomit! vomit!"

After landing, the old Lich man struggled to sit up and stooped to spit out blood constantly.The eyes are no longer bright, becoming muddy, a decayed phase of oil and light.

Chekhov suspended a few tens of meters above the old lich's head, and looked down from the top, like a trial judge, with a cold voice: "Huh, old man, now, do you know your mistake? From one? At first, you should not disobey my will. If you dare to disobey me, then there will be absolutely no good ending, and you will only die in pain.

Your perseverance, your struggles are all vain wastes of time. It will not give you any benefits. The only result is to make you look more funny..."

"Snapped!"

With a loud noise, Chekav suddenly interrupted.

It was a black energy arrow shot by the old Lich Wave, with very weak power and poor accuracy. Naturally, he did not hit Chekaf.However, he succeeded in making Chkaf shut up, and made him look at the old Lich with surprise.

The old lichman Afu sat on the ground and vomited blood, moved a few times, tried to change to a more comfortable posture, and then looked up at Chekhov with his head raised.

Originally, he was the one who had fallen out of the wind, but he couldn't see it at the moment.

The old lichman Afu slowly made a noise and said to Chekaf: "Who said, I know it was wrong? Young man, you haven't killed me yet, nor have I given up to stop you, the fight between us It is not over.

In addition, don't you think your words are really a bit much, more than I am an elderly person.Listen to my advice, like you, there will really be retribution."

"Huh?" Chkaf froze for a moment, then laughed angrily, "Why, you haven't given up to stop me? Do you think you still have the ability to stop me? Well, I will give you this opportunity. Watch you wait My body was smashed, how can I stop me! And, if you say I have retribution, I will also see how this retribution comes!"

When the words fell, Chkaf held the long sword of light in both hands in the air and lifted it high.

The strong energy gathered at the tip of the long sword, as if the stars were shining, apparently brewing an unprecedented powerful attack.

The old lich man, Afu, looked at it and knew that there was no possibility of survival, and there was no fear in his heart-sometimes he lived too long and felt death was a relief.

The only regret is that he had wanted to prove his strength this time, but he ended up with such a miserable end.

Is it really useless when it is old?

Although I was convinced, I was always dissatisfied.

"Suffocate!"

The old Lich cried in a whisper, and then looked up at Chekhov, helplessly and helplessly waiting for the attack to come to an end.

Then in his pupils, a scene appeared.

In the sky, Chkaf's high sword tip has condensed a human-sized energy ball, attracting the surrounding air to slowly rotate.

Afterwards, it was an undetectable dark light, flying quickly from the horizon and approaching quickly.