Chapter 559 Angeliel

"You brat, I want to thank you this time."

Along the way, the old drunkard suddenly said this, which immediately made me feel goosebumps all over my body. This guy can actually thank people? Could there be some conspiracy brewing? This was my first reaction.

Seeing the vigilant look on my face, the old drunkard who finally managed to straighten his expression showed his true colors again. His eyelids trembled and he immediately hit me on the head angrily.

"You brat, it's rare for me to sincerely thank you. What's your reaction?"

"Your sincerity will only make me feel sick." I covered my head and said sarcastically without mercy.

The old drunkard opened his mouth to retort, paused, but stopped without interest: "Forget it, I'm not in the mood today, I won't argue with you kid. In short, I have already said it, this time I can let Carlos win, you kid

well done."

As she said this, she patted me on the shoulder, her expression full of sigh.

"It's nothing. Anyway, in terms of real strength, I am indeed no match for Carlos. And seeing that he would rather spend decades of his life to win this game, I believe no one can remain indifferent. The victory of this game,

It’s not very important to me.”

I shook my head and said, and then I remembered something: "By the way, it's useless for Carlos to ask for so many sacred potions. You are his teacher. Can you help me tell him how many bottles he can give me? Yes."

, I want a few more bottles.”

"Don't worry, I know you are a lazy guy. This is the reason for participating in the competition. If there is no reward, I am afraid that ten camels and beasts will not be able to pull you. I have already agreed with Carlos on this matter. Holy potion

It's a dispensable thing to him, so it doesn't matter even if he gives it all to you."

"All of them? The more the merrier, but doesn't Carlos himself need it?" I asked curiously.

"Experts at our state of mind generally don't bother to use other external objects to enhance their strength, except for indispensable equipment." The old drunkard said with a radiance that could blind a dog's eyes, and said in an upright master tone.

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I:"……"

"What's wrong?" The old drunkard looked over.

"No, it's nothing." I tilted my head guiltily and changed the subject.

"But having said that, what is Carlos' purpose? Is it worth fighting so hard for?"

As if asking something he shouldn't have asked, the old drunkard sighed heavily and heartily.

"You will naturally know it later. However, I think it is not that simple for him to achieve his goal. No, rather than put it this way, it is simply impossible. He may also know this."

"You know it's impossible, why are you still working so hard?"

“There are some things in this world that you have to work hard to do even if you know it is impossible, even if there is only a slim chance, because if you don’t give it a try, there will be no chance at all, and everything you live and work hard for will be meaningless.

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At this point, she sighed again, looked up at the sky, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "There are three types of people in this world. The first type of people live to achieve their goals; the second type of people live to achieve their goals.

Find the purpose; while the third type of people live aimlessly and waste their lives."

Hey hey, I said the topic has turned to connotation again, why is this old drunkard so excited and lamenting today?

"In short, even if Carlos wins, the hope of achieving his goal is very slim. But if he doesn't win, I really don't know what he will do. That's why I want to thank you. Of course, the money will not be paid back for the time being.

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The old drunkard said seriously, of course, if you can ignore the last sentence.

As we speak, we have reached the edge of the competition space.

"Is it held here?" I asked in a loud voice.

Although it involves personal privacy and the reward process cannot be made public, there is no need to choose this kind of place.

"Of course not, let's wait." The old drunkard replied, looking far away, as if he was waiting for someone to come.

After a while, the miser led Carlos over. When he saw me and the old drunkard already standing here, he didn't look surprised and walked straight over.

If others saw it, they would definitely think that the four of us, three alliance elders and a martial arts tournament champion, were planning to conspire to subvert the alliance or some other illegal gathering in such a shady place.

Carlos seemed to have been led directly from the ring. His expression was a little solemn, nervous, and absent-minded. He was expecting something and fearing something at the same time. Even the broken Paradise costume and clothes on his body after the battle

The blood stains were not cleaned up, and the clothes were ragged and stained with blood, making him look like a down-and-out warrior who had just walked off the battlefield.

When he saw Kasha and I, he didn't say hello. He just nodded subconsciously with a dazed expression. It was obvious at a glance that his heart was completely occupied by something and he didn't pay attention to everything around him.

superior.

"Why did it come so slowly?"

The old drunkard complained. Logically speaking, we had been hanging around Vilas for a long time, so the miser and Carlos should have arrived first.

"I can't believe that I got entangled with that silly boy from Seattle, and I finally got rid of him with great difficulty."

The miser seemed to have difficulty wiping the sweat from his forehead. Sometimes people with a stubborn mind are more difficult to deal with than those old foxes.

"I said that after the game, he disappeared." The old drunkard looked astonished.

"Why don't you get rid of Seattle Lake and prevent him from coming?" I raised my hand and asked.

"That kid is too impulsive and not suitable for such an occasion." The old drunkard took out the flask, took a sip, and said with satisfaction.

Is there an inevitable conflict between impulse and "such an occasion"? It's just to receive an award. I couldn't understand what the old drunkard said, so I was about to ask, but the miser was seriously tinkering with something on the side, which made me shut up immediately.

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I saw his fingers drawing a circular magic circle in the air. A black vortex two people high suddenly appeared in the empty air. After the vortex stabilized, the center part slowly opened like a door.

The open gap revealed a soft and holy white light.

"Go in, Akara and the others are waiting."

After doing all this, Farah took the lead and walked in, followed closely by Carlos who looked a little impatient. Kasha and I followed closely. As soon as we stepped in, the door disappeared out of thin air.

I asked where Akara had gone, and what was so important that he could put aside such an important final and not watch it. It turned out that he was hiding in this limited edition special seat to watch the live broadcast.

As I walked, I looked at this space full of holy power.

The sacred aura in the air is so strong that it even appears as a light milky mist, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

When the nose inhales this milky white gas, the body and mind immediately become calm and peaceful, full of a sense of holiness and serenity. This feeling is dozens or hundreds more intense than the realm emanating from the arrival of the two-winged angel Ericl.

times.

What is even more frightening is that the breath of this holy power that is so huge that it is terrifying is unique, that is to say, it is all emanating from one person.

Could it be that the four-winged angel Tyrell really came in person? Otherwise, I can't imagine anyone else who can exude such a pure and holy aura.

The four-winged angel is equivalent to the existence of the three demon gods. No, if it is Tyrell, it surpasses the three demon gods. As the patriarch of the angel tribe, the seraph Michael, there is also the deputy patriarch, the quasi-seraph Jia.

Under Bailie, Tyrell, who is known as the most powerful person in the Four Wings, heard that he once escaped unharmed despite being surrounded and suppressed by the three demon gods.

His strength is that he is recognized as the number one person in the four-winged realm in both heaven and hell. He is ranked fifth in the three realms, just below Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer and Satan. And because his wings are different from other angels,

Tyrael's is the Touch of Light...oh no, it's the Wings of Light, so he is called Light Wing Lao Wu, or Bare Armed Lao Wu for short. Within the angel clan, he is respectfully called Wu Ye. It is said that he has a dragon-shaped tattoo on his left arm.

Wearing a Texas Chainsaw Massacre mask on his face, he danced with nunchucks in one hand, stained with the blood of countless gangster brothers.

By the way, the following words were written by me myself.

I don’t know what’s going on in this space. When I finished my sex, I couldn’t see the end. However, Carlos next to me seemed to be more anxious than me. The look on his face made it look like I couldn’t help but lead the way with my steps.

The lukewarm Pharah was clipped to his waist and he used Shunpo.

After a while, the surrounding milky white holy mist became thicker, and the aura coming from the opposite side became more and more astonishing, almost giving me the feeling of worshiping.

Soon, Akara's figure appeared in front of us, and standing next to her was a four-winged angel with two pairs of wings on his back.

But it's a pity that it's not Tyrell, because his wings of light are so recognizable that almost no one in the three realms knows about them. Although the angel in front of him also has four wings, he has ordinary white wings.

However, although this four-winged angel is not Tyrell, the aura he exudes is really terrifying. When I didn't see him, I thought about getting an autograph from him. How could I go out and sell it to those Lu Gaoyin rich people?

The oily rich man is probably worth a lot of money, but now that I look closer, I have no idea of ​​mischief. I just feel that my soul is affected by the ubiquitous holy aura, and even my steps can't help but slow down.

Much lighter.

There is absolutely no doubt that the five-meter-tall giant four-winged angel in front of me can easily kill myself in the blood bear posture. Even if I face the second-winged Ericl, I dare not say that I can beat him, but

I feel somewhat confident, but facing the four-winged angel in front of me, I can only say that the difference between the quasi-two-winged and the quasi-four-winged is really huge. It seems that there is another big threshold from the two-winged to the quasi-four-winged.

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"You are the contestants in this final, Carlos and Wu Fan. Very good. As first-world adventurers, you performed very well."

The four-winged angel said in a majestic voice, which sounded like the ringing of bells in the ears, solemn and making one's brain buzz.

"I am the quasi-four-winged angel Caial. Nice to meet you."

Then, he added something that shocked me. This guy was actually only a Quasi-Four-Wing. Just being a Quasi-Four-Wing already made me feel insignificant and powerless. What if Tyrell came?

Given this scenario, would I feel inferior and directly choose to commit suicide?

My ordinary brain was completely unable to calculate and crashed. At the same time, I had to admire Akara for being able to sit in front of the pressure of such a strong person for so long with a smile on his face. Is it great?

Didn't the Eye tell the person next to her that just one hair could directly wipe out her soul?

"You all performed very well this time..."

After Gaiyar finished speaking, it was the turn of our immediate superior, Akara, to speak. He boasted so fiercely that I felt embarrassed, but I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that Akara glanced over here from time to time.

The smiling face seems to imply "what price should I sell this kid for?"

Carlos's face calmed down very quickly, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind, but it could be seen that he didn't even listen to Akara's polite words.

After a while, Akara ended his speech without finishing his speech. He added his lips and announced: "Then, now let's invite Carlos, the winner of this competition, to come up and receive the reward."

It wasn't until he remembered these words that Carlos came back to his senses, his body shook violently, and he strode forward as if he was welcoming something solemn.

"Angeliel."

Following the command of the quasi-four-winged angel Caial, a female angel with an indifferent expression slowly walked out from behind her, holding ten exquisite bottles that seemed to be carved with diamonds and inlaid with gold.

I could vaguely see that the bottle contained half a transparent potion, which made the already exquisite bottle exude a faint brilliance.

Those transparent liquids are probably diluted sacred water.

However, these ten gold-encrusted diamond bottles and the sacred water inside attract attention, but they are a bit dim in front of the female angel. The appearance of this female angel is too dazzling, compared with other female angels.

Bi is simply outstanding. The only flaw is that her expression is too indifferent, like a robot without emotions, which is even worse than the three princesses.

Of course, no matter how beautiful the angels are, in my eyes, they cannot compare to Vilas and the others. After admiring a few words in my heart, I turned my eyes to the others out of boredom. From this glance, I could see something was wrong.

Carlos, Carlos, who had become very calm, suddenly had a dramatic expression on his face - shock, surprise, disbelief, doubt. At this time, he gave me the feeling that he was no longer the one who seemed to be indifferent to everything.

He is not a cold paladin, but a huge volcano with raging passion that is about to erupt.

His excited eyes were staring motionlessly at the face of the female angel. Could this be the legendary love at first sight?

However, under Carlos's fiery gaze, the female angel, who was still unconscious and as if she was a puppet, was able to remain calm very well.

"Carlos!!"

Seeing Carlos suddenly take a step forward, as if he was about to make some move, Akara's voice rang out, with a gentle sigh, but full of majesty that could not be resisted.

Carlos seemed to wake up a little after being shouted at. He stepped forward and stopped, his eyes still not leaving the other person's face. Tears were shining in the corners of his eyes, and his lips were trembling. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a thousand words.

I don't know where to start.

"Player Carlos, this is your reward."

The female angel handed over the ten bottles of sacred potion in her hand. Her voice was clear and sweet, but like the cold wind blowing from Harrogath, it was cold and emotionless.

"Angeliel, what's wrong with you? It's me, it's me, Carlos!!"

Carlos showed an expression of disbelief for a moment, and the tears in the corners of his eyes finally couldn't help but flow down from his blood-stained face. His lonely look, coupled with the tattered armor stained with blood, looked like...

After a bloody battle, he comes back full of joy, only to find that all his family members have been killed in the war. Even adventurers who are used to seeing joys and sorrows can't help but feel sad when they see this.

"I am Angeliel, but I don't know you."

The female angel named Angelil said with an indifferent expression like a robot, and then almost forcedly pressed ten bottles of sacred potion into Carlos's trembling hand.

"No, this is impossible. You are Angelelle, my wife. I still remember your breath and your taste clearly. It is impossible to admit it. Tell me why, Angelelle, why

If you don't want to recognize me, what about those damn angels? Don't be afraid, even if I risk my life, I will be with you. Didn't I make a promise at the beginning? Angeliel!!?"

Carlos spoke loudly in a tone that was close to incoherent, grabbing Angeliel's hands with force, his eyes full of determination and hope, as if he thought that by saying this, the other party would shed tears and fall into him with a moving smile just like before.

In my arms, yes, it’s the same as before.

However, as time passed by, the hopeful expression on his face gradually stiffened.

At this time, the expressions of other people are also diverse.

There was no expression on Caial's hazy face, but a faint smile could be faintly detected. Another two-winged male angel stood behind Caial with an indifferent expression.

Act like I don't know anything.

Akara, the old drunkard and the miser had endless sighs on their faces.

As for myself, although I can't see my own expression, it should be a look of confusion.

"What on earth is going on?" I asked quietly to the old drunkard standing aside.

"Angeliel, a two-winged angel from the Angel Clan, was seriously injured during a mission decades ago and suffered temporary amnesia. She met Carlos and finally got married and lived together for five years. Finally, she was discovered by the Angel Clan.

I have already recovered my memory, and returning to heaven is that simple."

From the old drunkard's mouth, he spit out extremely bloody plots that seemed to be read according to the words in this official document. However, seeing Carlos's bloody figure, thinking of everything he had paid for this, and the tears on his face now,
Chapter completed!