The more they walked forward, the more high-level angel corpses were lying on the moist soil, and the huge bodies that were penetrated and cut were still flowing out of blood. The blood of the angel slowly evaporated, and golden light spots like fireflies in the fields on summer nights rose slowly on the land where the corpses were filled. There was little light in this dim environment except for the lighting devices on the power armor. However, the sisters did not have time to enjoy this beautiful scenery, and they fell.

The blood of the angel turned the ground into a boiling mud full of rosemary. They walked hard in the mud that was barely over their calves, and used the explosive guns, chain saw swords and explosives in their hands to clear the piles of corpses. In the darkness, the Four-Yuan De Angels representing the wind element [Temperature], which is like a hill standing in the center of the mud, surrounded by meteorite impact traces. Sisters will watch it penetrate by the light spear formed by Catherine, and then fall into the darkness.

When they got closer, they found that the angels were scattered with a considerable degree of dense corpses of superior angels scattered around them. The scars on their bodies were mostly cut wounds. The two huge arms were scattered in different positions. In addition to the blunt weapon wounds caused by Madam Butterfly's fist, a large number of sharp weapon wounds were spread all over the body. The hurricane marks marked by the night vision electronic eyes in the dark told them that the angels had survived for a while after falling. An extremely tragic battle occurred here. Sisters pursued their desperate intuition and groped forward, and finally found her on the pile of corpses piled up by the angels. From a distance, Catherine's figure seemed to be standing on the pile of corpses waving its sword and fighting hard. Her feet were covered with the corpses of pseudo-angels.

The sisters shouted her name and leaned over carefully. Although they had already had psychological expectations, the huge grief still drowned everyone present - a golden spear penetrated her abdomen, and another golden spear stabbed her from behind, nailing her firmly to the corpse of the angels. Catherine's power armor was covered with scars of all sizes, and the huge iron-gray steel wings stretched out to provide the final protection. She stood there motionlessly, gathering cold anger, and it seemed that she could swing her sword to kill the enemy again at any time.

Only after the sisters would carefully carry her off the pile of corpses, they noticed the huge deep cave behind Catherine. The human girl opened her mask and looked full of grief. She sniffed, "How should we explain this to the monarch? He loved her so much!"

"We don't need to explain." said an artificial man calmly, "the monarch must be in it, she resisted all the pseudo-angels who tried to pursue the monarch. She did a good job, and nothing could be of higher honor than this."

"How can you be so cold, sister!" a human girl shouted in disbelief, "Ms. Catherine is dead!"

The artificial man shook his head.

"I don't love her, sister, I love her as if I love the monarch. But this is the fate we are born to be destined. Sisters will always remember and praise her great dedication, and the monarch will not forget her loyalty." The artificial man took off his helmet, and looked at Catherine who was held in his arms by another artificial man, and said with love, "Go for her, sister, she has fulfilled her mission. She will stand beside the monarch and enjoy this unprecedented glory forever."

This is not a beautiful dream! This is a dream wrapped in the stench of rotten flesh!

Beyonita twitched her fingers and woke up quickly.

She immediately got up and looked around, and found herself lying on a huge wet and sticky piece of purple meat. The stone platform that had transported her and the boy had fallen behind her in fragmentation. The last thing she remembered was the biological battleship in the lower plane [Insidious] after she shattered her eyes, she opened her huge mouth and swallowed the turbulent water flow with her.

"Little thing, where are you?" Beyonetta had only one way to go. She used her magic to transform into a black panther, running forward, and came straight into a huge cavity. Pink tendons were everywhere. Beyonetta looked up and looked up. In the organ similar to lymph nodes wrapped by many huge tendons and connective tissue, the boy was immersed in a blood-red translucent liquid. The witch was about to set off and break the strange and released the boy, and a golden stream of light pierced directly at the boy in the organ.

Beyonita immediately raised her guns and fired dozens of bullets in the blink of an eye.

The masked sage raised his hand to cast the spell, grabbed the flying bullet, and the next moment he came behind Beyonetta.

He threw the bullets that still had potential energy slowly, but when he finished the spell of [Speed ​​Flowing Light], the witch's reaction, which was comparable to the speed of the bullet, immediately responded. However, when Beyonita avoided the bullet, it was enough for the masked sage to continue the attack of killing the boy. The witch followed up quickly in anger and kicked the tip of the gun that was about to stab the boy. After pulling the distance, she shot at the masked sage again, but the bullets were cut out of thin air by the masked sage. He threw two short guns at the witch like a boomerang, but Beyonita avoided it with a slight difference in agility. Even the sharp blades flying in the spiral could not hurt the witch's elegance.

Although the battle between the masked sage and the witch did not cause harm to the other party, both the sharp blade and the bullet hit the [insidious] organs in fact, and the smelly blood waterfall flowed down in an instant. "Do you mind if I ask where your opponent went?" the witch asked with a chuckling. She looked at the spear in the sage's hand and the shattered mask, "I'm not worried about him, I just want to know how much it cost you to escape from him."

However, the masked sage did not answer her question, "Don't get in the way, the witch. It has nothing to do with you!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The witch answered with a bullet, "I'm sorry, the little thing is useful to me."

As the local gravity dragged him down again, the secret mage quickly turned on the jet engine to ensure that he would not lose balance due to sudden loss of buoyancy and thrust. He turned over and barely hit the ground of a circular square with mosaic tiles, and countless water floated on his head. He looked forward and the wreckage of countless buildings floated irregularly on the deep purple sea of ​​clouds.

There is strangeness everywhere here.

He followed the lower ray-shaped creature to sail downwards and came here at the risk of never leaving. No one could have imagined that there was such a huge space at the foot of Fenbowent Mountain, between virtual and real. However, when he arrived, he immediately felt the situation here. The portal he sensed was indeed here, but there were many portals of all sizes. The largest portal was as high as a mountain, and the smallest portal could only accommodate a finger. These portals were sleeping at this moment and were not activated. These portals formed a maze-like terrain, which made Salomon difficult.

Salomon is sure that many portals here are works by the Witch Clan. If the Witch Clan monitors the portals in the lower plane, then they must have taken many confidential measures to prevent outsiders or wise clans from entering this place. Only by mastering the correct way to travel can they reach the Gate of Hell. If you take the wrong path, no one knows where you will be teleported. Then getting lost is the best result. The biggest possibility is to die in some extremely dangerous places.
Chapter completed!