Chapter 439 For freedom!


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  Chapter 439 For freedom!

  Hearing Sith's words, a strange smile appeared on Milega's perfect face: "God? Hum, if a toy you created was destroyed, would you be angry?" Sith was stunned for a moment

  , But he still replied: "I will be angry. After all, it is a toy created by me."

  Milega asked again: "So, this toy was destroyed, but it brought you more fun toys. ?"

  Sith was silent. From a high-level standpoint, he knew what choice he would make.

  "You see, God's choice is the same as yours. He chose to accept the angel race and named us the light race!" "

  God follows his words. He named us the light race, and we will represent the light race from now on. Light!"

  Milga's voice became a little sad: "This is the angel family, the fate of the angel family, including the fallen angel family later. Even if they no longer symbolize light, God is still on their heads. !"

  "And the Mogu tribe, including the magicians developed from the Mogu tribe, are the ones we need to eradicate!"

  Sith looked at Milega: "Then why do you still talk to me so much?"

  Milga looked around: "Because this is the core place of the source of angels. Only here can I temporarily get rid of God's control on me. If I walk out of here, I will still be Milga, but that is no longer the case. Not the real Milega!"

  Sith's heart shook instantly. Is this the power of high latitudes? It seems to be even scarier than what Starlight said. Playing with a race in the palm of your hand, even if it escapes the destruction of the era, even if it is reborn, it is still controlled, and even hatred cannot be controlled by itself!
  This kind of control is imprinted in the blood and in the soul. The souls of the Angels of Light were polluted and became fallen angels, but the so-called hatred has always been in their souls and has never faded.

  Looking at Sith's appearance, Milega smiled slightly: "You don't have to feel anything. In fact, even if I knew this, I wouldn't come here, because if I didn't come here, I would still be alive. , if I get here, then I will really disappear."

  A bitter smile appeared on Sith's face, it is better to die than to live. This sentence was widely circulated in the previous life. I always thought that there is nothing good about living. But now I discovered that even the eighth-level creatures standing on the top of the endless world are still working hard to "live". Some people have even lost their freedom, while some people have lost their lives. ...

  The antimatter heart was about to explode. Milega suddenly turned his head and said: "Although I should watch you die at this time, I want to make a bet. If you survive, if you can reach the top one day, So, please help the Angels of Light to get rid of God, this is my only wish!" A

  bad feeling emerged in Sith's heart: "You...what do you want to do?"

  Milga's body was still unable to move, but But he tried hard to hold his weapon, and said like a warrior who was about to go to the battlefield: "It won't be anything, but the movement may be a bit loud. I hope you can really survive, survive..." Holy Light

  's In the ocean, Sith could not move, but Milega could barely move his body with the help of the power of the Holy Light Ocean. His body still could not move, but he could make some parallel movements with the help of external force. of movement.

  And Milega blocked his body in front of Sith...

  "No!!!" Sith yelled, but there was nothing he could do. He was in the ocean of holy light, and even Milgar couldn't It's worse, you can't even achieve this kind of parallel displacement!
  Milega did not look back, but still said calmly: "You don't need to regret it. If you don't do this, then under the control of the soul, I will kill all the ear mogu races. I just hope you remember your inheritance." If, when you really reach the top, remember to let the Angels of Light have freedom..."

  Boom! ! ! The anti-matter heart finally couldn't be suppressed and exploded. The endless power of darkness swept across the entire altar and the entire ocean of holy light!

  Zizzi! ! ! The power of dark pollution collides with the ocean of holy light. Two completely opposite forces are confronting each other. One is the anti-world from the stomach of the world, which represents the digestion and devouring power of the endless world. The other is the will from high latitudes. , representing the original angelic core of the power of light!
  Perhaps, the combined power of the Holy Light within the entire altar can compete with the explosion of the Heart of the World, but in this case, the power of the Holy Light Ocean is no match for the explosive power after all.

  However, being blocked by the Ocean of Holy Light, the initial most powerful force of the Heart of the World explosion was blocked, and it was no longer so violent. However, if there was no precautions, the Sith would still end up dead if they ran into it.

  But at this moment, Archangel Milga in front of Sith suddenly opened three sets of wings!

  The archangel of light, Milga, has three sets of wings, one pair covering his head, one pair covering his feet, and the third pair is used for flying. At this moment, all three pairs of Milga's wings are spread out!

  And in front of him, a huge angel silhouette also appeared, still with three groups of wings spread out.

  Sith, right behind him, was protected by Miller, and was tightly blocked by his huge wings.

  But this was not over yet. The sword of light in Milga's hand was raised high and inserted into the ground, and a circle of light appeared around it.

  Representing the strongest defensive power of the Angels of Light - the Holy Guardian!
  And the scale in Milga's left hand was also held in his hand, releasing the light of justice.

  Triple defense, this is the final defense state of Archangel Milga, and only in this way can the Sith behind him be protected from the explosion of the Heart of the World!

  The power of annihilation swept past, and the outermost sacred protection was instantly broken, unable to stop it even for a second!
  The strongest defense of the angel clan is a joke in the face of this kind of power. This is a sacred defense personally performed by an eighth-level angel!
  Soon, the power of annihilation hit the second layer of defense, which was the scale in Milgar's hand that represented justice and balance.

  The rules of balance were activated, and the power of annihilation was continuously transformed, but in the end, the power of the explosion of the heart of the world was too strong, and the rules of balance could not be transformed instantly, and the scale of justice exploded.

  The force of annihilation that still didn't stop hit the third layer of defense, which was the body of Archangel Milga!

  The huge angel body and three pairs of wings block all the power of annihilation!

  Just like a cathartic torrent that was suddenly blocked, the power of annihilation began to reverse in all directions. Finally, it gathered together and rushed towards the bottom of the altar!

  boom! ! ! A big hole was blasted out at the bottom of the altar that could withstand the destruction of the era. Through the endless sea of ​​holy light, one could even feel the awe-inspiring atmosphere outside!
  Milgar waved his hand gently, and Sith had no resistance at all and was sent directly into the big hole. Perhaps, it is more appropriately called a passage.

  The Sith are still unable to move, and can only watch helplessly as the force of annihilation swallows up all of Milegar...

  a force that even a creature as powerful as an eighth-level creature cannot stop, not to mention that the current Milegar is not complete and is almost With half of his divine body blocked from the front, there is no chance.

  Sith fell into the passage. Just after he entered the passage, the power of the Holy Light was activated again to repair the passage. Milgar's body was completely missing.

  It’s just that the spirituality of this sea of ​​holy light seems to have become higher...

   Chapter 4 is here, and my hands are numb as I write it. . . Can you please count the votes? . . So tired

    
   
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