Chapter 159 Summoning Angels

Light and shadow overlapped, and countless phantoms emerged.

Countless phantoms that seemed real and beyond human imagination constantly emerged around the phantom.

It seemed to inject power into the dark cocoon.

The dark cocoon phantom continued to solidify!

"Bang bang bang..."

At this moment, the strange worms scattered on the streets and alleys of Harlem, on the streets, on houses, on cars, on trash cans, and even on the dead bones, seemed to be crushed by a mysterious force at this moment, and then turned into blood-colored mysterious light spots.

Countless blood-colored light spots gathered into a torrent, quickly converging towards the phantom in the sky.

At the same time.

A mysterious blood-colored ritual suddenly appeared inside the mysterious phantom in the sky!

Between the flickering light and shadow.

The black cocoon hanging upside down on the top of the sewer, accompanied by a flash of blood-colored light, really appeared above Harlem.

Appeared in the center of the mysterious cocoon shadow in the sky!

At the moment when the real body of the dark cocoon descended, a depraved and almost twisted breath enveloped the entire Harlem area and spread further away.

At this moment, strange and huge information flowed uncontrollably into the eyes of all those who looked up at this scene and poured into their minds.

And the torrent of information full of depravity and madness was often accompanied by strange whispers like insects.

Constantly polluting everyone's reason and thinking, stirring every neuron in their brains.

The vicious and terrifying mental pollution broke out instantly.

At this moment, I don't know how many people who looked directly at the shadow with their naked eyes were shocked by the horror, and then fell into madness in the distortion and pollution.

The situation of the creatures who saw this scene through TV or broadcast was slightly better.

It was just that after seeing that scene, they suffered a serious mental shock, which caused strong physical discomfort, nausea and vomiting, and dizziness.

But...

In Harlem, those who were closest to the phantom were subjected to extremely horrible mental pollution.

Some of them beat their brains frantically, trying to expel the horrible information and pollution from their minds...

Some were directly overwhelmed by the corrupt information and mumbling, and became an idiot with saliva at the corners of their mouths...

Some were even more so, and were directly overwhelmed by the horrible breath in the sky, and then knelt on the ground from the bottom of their hearts, constantly worshiping the phantom in the sky, and became believers of the phantom...

And under the trend of the unknown ritual array.

The phantom in the sky continued to condense, and finally seemed to be truly integrated with the black cocoon in it.

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"Sorry, I don't want to face an existence that has completely integrated all the flesh and blood essence and death despair on this battlefield, and thus truly ascended!"

"So, let's stop here!"

Looking at the black cocoon in the sky that constantly absorbs the flesh and blood of living beings with the breath of the evil god, and integrates emotions such as death, despair, and fear into its body, transforming itself into some kind of inhuman, strange and mysterious creature.

Standing on the rooftop, Ailin stretched out his hand and summoned a sacred scepter as high as himself from his right arm - the angel scepter!

After summoning the angel scepter, Ailin continued to infuse his spirituality into the scepter in his hand.

With the continuous stimulation of the strong spiritual power.

A terrifying power sleeping deep in the angel scepter was also awakened.

Circles of milky white ripples, with the angel scepter in Ailin's hand as the center, constantly rippled layer by layer.

"Summon!"

As Ailin's words fell!

A brilliant milky white light column fell from the sky, covering Ailin, and a large number of white feathers fell from the sky.

The faint hymns echoed in the sky, and the whole Harlem seemed to be singing sacred songs.

Even from a long distance, one could still feel the sacred atmosphere filled in the milky white light column.

At the same time, pieces of white feathers also fell from the sky to all parts of the battlefield.

When those white feathers fell on the people who were suffering from mental pollution, a warmth from the heart instantly purified their abnormalities, temporarily isolated the terrible pollution, and made their bodies relax.

Those scattered feathers have this effect.

Not to mention Ailin who was covered by the light column.

Under the cover of the white light column, a ray of sacred light constantly repaired the various hidden dangers left by long-term malnutrition deep in Ailin's cells, replenishing Ailin's cell energy.

In just a short moment, Ailin felt a warm feeling all over his body.

A sense of satisfaction and comfort coming from deep inside his cells constantly stimulated Ailin's soul.

"This feeling is really comfortable! But, is it necessary to make such a big show for just one appearance?"

Looking at the angel who had made such a big show before his appearance, Ailin's mouth twitched slightly.

This special appearance effect almost directly eliminated the possibility of Aylin secretly summoning angels to launch sneak attacks in the future, making Aylin feel full of disappointment.

"I don't know if this special appearance effect can be changed, otherwise..."

Just when Aylin was thinking wildly, a touch of golden hair slowly appeared from the white beam of light.

Underneath the golden hair, an almost flawless face emerged slowly from the beam of light, and that perfect face exuded a holy light.

Under the fair and slender neck, he was wearing a tight-fitting silver-white battle armor full of mysterious patterns, and the plump murder weapon seemed to be about to burst through the battle armor.

Behind her, six huge white wings fluttered in the wind, giving people an extremely noble, holy, and indestructible feeling.

As a wave of waves flashed by, the Seraph's originally closed eyes opened.

At the same time, a pair of blue eyes also disappeared into Aylin's eyes.

But compared to the almost perfect face, the deep blue eyes were so hollow, as if they had lost their souls.

oh!

That's right, she had lost her soul after being refined into the angel's scepter.

What is left in this powerful body is only her great power and almost instinctive terrifying combat experience.

Under Ai Lin's gaze, her three pairs of white angel wings waved and instantly landed next to Ai Lin.

The next second, she folded those holy wings behind her back and knelt down on one knee, as if waiting for Aylin's order.

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As the Seraphim's wings folded in, the vision that filled the sky when Aylin summoned the angel also dissipated.

But.

Along with it, the scene of the holy and noble seraph kneeling down on one knee towards Aylin fell into everyone's sight.

In Harlem.

When countless people saw the angel that appeared, their views were shattered.

He let out an incredible exclamation.

"Angel! The angel in the legend is actually real. It turns out that angels really exist."

"Oh, God! I actually saw a living angel..."

Among the crowd, some Catholic and Christian believers knelt down directly in the direction of Aylin, kept lighting the cross on their chests, worshiped in the direction of Aylin, and murmured:

"O God! Did you hear our prayers and send messengers to the world to save us?"

The sacred beam of light that fell from the sky just now, the white feathers that can heal the human body, and the singing voice that resounded throughout the sky made countless people quickly confirm the identity of the angel.

at the same time.

The figure being worshiped by the seraphim also aroused countless people's speculation.

A Catholic priest even murmured excitedly: "Oh my God! Seraphim are the highest-ranking angels. Who in this world is worthy of a Seraphim kneeling down on one knee? Is that figure... ·········”

All of a sudden.

Countless speculations instantly ran through his mind.

Not just on the battlefield.

Even those who saw this scene through the live broadcast were even more noisy. The Internet was full of prayers, disbelief, and speculation about the identity of the figure in front of the angel.

But fortunately, the long distance and the white light that enveloped Aylin when the angel came made it impossible for them to see Aylin's face clearly.

On the battlefield.

At this time, Aylin had no time to pay attention to the speculations of ordinary people.

He pointed at the black silkworm cocoon in mid-air that seemed to be stimulated after the angel appeared and accelerated to absorb the blood-colored light spots, and ordered to the angel behind him: "Kill it!"

The seraphim behind Aylin did not respond to Aylin.

It just followed Ai Lin's thoughts.

The seraph, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly spread his huge wings.

With a slight flutter of three pairs of white wings, she disappeared in front of Ai Lin in an instant.

The next second.

The seraph appeared in the sky almost teleportingly. After another flash, she teleported to the strange huge shadow.

She stretched out her hand and pulled out a bright holy sword emitting golden light from the void, and then slashed it down towards the huge black silkworm cocoon.

Zheng!

A huge sword light, hundreds of meters long, burst out from the golden holy sword, instantly splitting open the shadow of the dark silkworm cocoon.

It fell into the center of the phantom, a cocoon entity wrapped in countless blood-colored light spots and black despair and resentment.

"when!"

After the milky white sword light struck the dark silkworm cocoon, a metallic chirping sound erupted that echoed throughout the sky.

"Click, click..."

Although the huge sword light in the hands of the seraph did not smash the dark silkworm cocoon, it also created several fine cracks in the silkworm cocoon.

certainly.

These cracks did not cause any actual harm to the figure that was still nurturing the metamorphosis in the cocoon.

but.

This blow.

But he also violently flew the dark cocoon entity away.

And by the way, he also chopped a corner of the mysterious luster of the ritual under the silkworm cocoon.

Along with the shattering of rituals.

The blood-colored light spots attracted by the ritual, as well as the emotions of death, resentment, despair and so on scattered on the battlefield, also disappeared in an instant.

Even the huge shadow shrouding the sky above Harlem dissipated with it.

Even the indescribable horror was dissipated.

From the beginning to the end.

The target of the six-winged angel's sword was never the mysterious cocoon that exuded a dangerous aura.

It was the ritual array that provided the mysterious cocoon with the transformation resources.

Breaking this ritual array was equivalent to interrupting the source of power for the transformation of the figure in the cocoon.

It fundamentally interrupted his transformation.

Even if the other party paid a price and forcibly completed this transformation, it would also cause various problems due to "underdevelopment".

No!

To be precise, the six-winged angel with the complete combat experience of the original body would not give the other party a chance to complete the transformation.

Almost instantly.

The six-winged angel dissipated again in the original place and instantly appeared above the dark cocoon.

Holding the sword in both hands, wielding the dazzling golden holy sword, she accurately dropped it towards the crack she had split before.

This time.

The dark cocoon did not stay where it was.

Dense black silk threads shot out from the dark cocoon, instantly submerging the holy figure in the air.

Just when countless people were anxious after seeing this scene.

A holy milky white flame suddenly burst out from the dense black silk threads, quickly burning the black silk threads that were tougher than fine steel into sword swings.

However, when the six-winged angel broke free from the black silk threads.

The dark cocoon under her sword also disappeared.

"The upper right corner behind, 60 degrees!"

At this time, Ailin, who had already figured out how to control the six-winged angel he summoned, also sent a message to the brain of the six-winged angel through the angel scepter.

After receiving the message.

The six-winged angel reacted in an instant.

She swung the golden holy sword with all her strength, and it rotated 220 degrees directly. She slashed it upwards and slashed it to the upper right corner behind her.

Almost at the same time as the six-winged angel slashed it back, two spider legs filled with despair, as if entangled with countless resentful souls, stabbed fiercely at the six-winged angel's vest.

The next second.

The golden holy sword and the black legs collided in mid-air.

"Ding".

Accompanied by a sound of collision!

The shock wave formed by the collision of two terrifying forces set off a hurricane on the spot, sweeping in all directions.