Chapter 713 The identity of the exchange
When the [Sacred Day] lit up the sky, the light on Wilham's body suddenly became dark.
His wings ignited black flames, his pupils faded away from their irides, turning into vertical pupils with brimstone flowing, and even the light wheel behind them turned into scarlet anti-pentagram magic array. "No, no-what did you do to me?!"
Wilham twisted his body in the sky, letting out heavy breathing and painful wailings, and even the melodious chant turned into the cry of the dead.
Zariel's voice echoed in his heart: "Come on, His Majesty Willham, embrace the power of hell and accept the new self-"
"Don't deceive yourself anymore, the sun is dead, you will gain immortality in Affonus!"
As the light became more and more intense, Wilham's skin was burning, and countless fine cracks and scars appeared, as if they were eaten by greedy beasts, and asphalt-like substances were poured out.
It was the darkest thing of hell that devoured his only remaining divine nature.
"Thumb——"
Under the erosion of hell, the six wings behind him broke all the time, swallowed by the dark fog, and countless burning feathers flew in the sky and then fell down gracefully.
In the end, people could only see a ball of black fog, with ferocious figures and twisted limbs looming in it, which was particularly terrifying, and often the roar of souls and the roar of wild beasts came from it.
Keius looked at Wilham who was wrapped in darkness in the distance and said loudly, "Please see, everyone in the Kingdom of Thrace.
Wilham, under the banner of the Lord of Eternal Glory, claims to be the 'King of Angels' and 'Emperor Farland', but his actions are the most despicable, dirty and evil!
When the glamorous disguise is pulled off by me, you should understand that, that is the king you are loyal to, a devil who devotes to the hell of Barto, a pathetic fallen, and a tyrant who sacrifices his nation!"
At the end of the story, Kesius's tone became more and more passionate and ups and downs. He turned his back to [Sacred Day], his whole body was covered with holy light, and his scales were shining brightly, and he was like an angel who judged sins.
At this moment, justice and evil seem to have changed positions, making people feel confused and overwhelmed.
"O God."
"Amanata is on top. His Majesty Wilham, he, he really fell into hell!"
"Ah, I thought that the former King of Angels would become like this!"
The Thracians looked up, looked up at the sky, looked at the sacred and majestic red dragon, looking at the monster wrapped in dark fog, and believed in everything Kathus said in their hearts.
It turns out that Emperor Burning Jelly was the one chosen by the Sun God, no, it should be said to be a dragon. And His Majesty Wilham, whom they are loyal to, has become a monster to fall into hell!
Thought about this, the Thracians' hearts began to shake.
Now, Willham's disguise has been torn off. Are they really going to be loyal to a tyrant who sacrifices his soul to death?
They used to believe that sacrifice for Thrace could lead to heaven, but what about now? Are they going to fall into hell and become food for those devils?
"No, what he said is not true. That evil dragon is lying to you!
I am still the Wilham I used to be, and I am still the successor to the throne! I will lead you to revive the Holy Farland!" I heard a hoarse roar from the black fog.
At this moment, the black fog had expanded to a diameter of kilometers, beating like a uterus of hell, as if it was nurturing something extremely terrifying.
"Roar—"
The black mist dissipated and Wilham stood up from the sticky darkness.
I saw the devil's wings growing on his broken wings, and thorns grew on his spine. The flawless body became slender, thin and twisted, fifty meters high.
The power of original sin entangled in his twisted body: arrogance turned into a crown of thorns on his head, jealousy condensed into hideous poison ivy, and anger casted into a lava gun in his hand.
At this moment, Wilham finally completely betrayed the Sun God, gave up the glorious identity of the angel god, and became an apostle of hell, a real great devil.
From the moment he fell completely, the roses in August all died, and the thorns turned into poisonous snakes; the feathers of the sun holy dove were stained with blood, and the whine turned into hell ravens; the blood in the sky condensed, turning into bloody clouds covering the earth.
With witnessing this scene with one's own eyes, all the Thracians were particularly frightened and felt very scared.
Dayev looked at the monsters, or devils in the sky, with a more complicated expression. He was silent for a long time before whispering: "Goodbye, His Majesty Willham."
In his heart, the former king had completely died, and now the one who survived in the world was nothing more than a monster from hell.
When looking at the devil again, Dayev's eyes were full of hostility and alertness.
Suddenly, he was stunned, suddenly remembered something, and murmured, "No, the refugees in August."
Dayev made up his mind, pulled out the long sword from his waist, jumped down from the city wall, and rushed to August.
Kesius looked at the newborn devil with interest and said softly, "Is the Fallen Angel God's Seed? It's interesting."
[Fallen Monarch-Wilham]
Challenge Level: 29
If it were several years ago, this [Fallen Monarch] could indeed be considered a strong opponent, but for Kesius now, he is just a slightly more difficult monster.
I haven't even broken the thirty marks, what qualifications do I have to shout in front of him?
In Kesius's eyes, his real opponent is not Wilham, but the devil king who has always been hidden behind him and intends to drag the entire August into hell. "That's great, so good. With this power, I should be able to kill the red dragon and regain the Holy Farland!"
Wilham felt the power of hell in his body, laughed unscrupulously, without paying attention to the surprised and fearful gazes that the people cast.
But soon, he lowered his head and suddenly realized that his hands had turned into hideous claws, and the originally smooth skin became like lava.
"No, how could I become like this? This, this is not me! I should be flawless, I am the descendant of the Sun God!"
The expression on Wilham's face was shocked first, then unbelievable, and finally turned into complete rage and madness.
He waved six ragged bat wings and set off a hurricane, and the bloody light occupied the sky within a radius of thousands of meters.
"It's you! It's you!"
Wilham looked at the red dragon in the distance with a resentful look, and the dark eyes burst out from his hell fire: "Red dragon! You took everything from me! It's you who made me look like this!
I will make you pay the price! I will destroy your empire! I want to listen to your soul wailing in hell!"
Kesius floated over the [Sacred Day], staring at him coldly like a judge about to be sentenced to death. "It's so sad. Could it be that I pressed my gun on your head and forced you to sign a contract with that madman Zarel?
All this is just your own fault. It's because you were blinded by the power and swallowed by the greed in your heart that ended up like this."
Kaiss's mockery was like a long sword, piercing Wilham's heart, but it was indeed the case.
In Kesius's memory, in the plot line of his previous life, Wilham also signed a contract with hell to maintain his strength and gain immortality, and many players have discovered clues.
However, there was no Ashes Empire in that world line, Wilham could still maintain his glamorous posture and continue to maintain his nominal identity - King Thrace during the disputes between King Lie.
After being ruthlessly pointed out by Kesius, Wilham was furious and let out a heart-wrenching roar. "Kaisseus, I want you to die--"
Wilham waved the six ragged bat wings and once again stirred up a bloody wind that swept the sky.
He himself turned into a black monster shadow, swept across the sky, carrying heavy black fog and endless hatred, and rushed towards the red dragon in the sky.
In an instant, the sound of the soul resounded through the sky! "Who gave you the courage to fight with a red dragon?" Kathus shook his head and laughed, with a calm expression, and even his movements were slow.
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"Swish—"
[Sacred Day] lit up again, releasing a thousand feet of light, instantly dispelling the thick black mist, illuminating Wilham's thin body, and making him burn all over, in great pain.
Kesius cast the magic wave of the True Dragon Warlock, instantly blessing many buffing spells to himself, and his strength, physique, and speed were greatly improved.
This red dragon, more than 60 meters long, vibrated its wings and flew out thousands of meters in just an instant, and came to Wilham's head with a roaring sound.
The broad dragon wing casts a shadow, covering it all.
Wilham only felt a black look in front of him, suddenly looked up, his face showed horror, and his throat trembled: "He, he is obviously a red dragon - how could it be so fast?"
But Kesius did not give the other party a chance to breathe.
The red dragon circled rapidly at a high altitude, spreading its wings and gliding, and suddenly pounced down with an unstoppable momentum, capturing Wilham's two bat wings, as relaxed as a giant eagle that grabbed a little chicken.
Wilham roared, "Damn the reptile! I am far stronger than you now! I am the apostle of hell!"
He struggled constantly, trying to swell his devil's wings. The surging hellfire gushed out of his eyes and mouth, and the corrupted spiral spear also stabbed towards the heart of the Red Dragon.
Faced with the pouring hellfire, Kesius did not dodge or dodge, but his body was unharmed, as if he was going to take a bath in this flame.
As the red dragon and elemental nobles of the sub-ancestral generation, unless the elemental king of the Evil Fire Prince takes action, the flames will not hurt Kesius at all - even Hellfire is no exception.
The red dragon also stretched out its claws and held the spear that stabbed towards its heart steadily. "Die, die, arrogant reptile, I will make you give."
Wilham's hands trembled, glared at the enemy who was close to him, but he could not let the spear go forward even a little.
At this moment, he finally realized that he was too arrogant and misjudged the strength of this red dragon.
This is the evil dragon that drove Gewushi's incarnation out of the material plane! Even if he has the help of the power of hell, it will be difficult for him to compete with it.
Thinking about it now, most of Zarel's words are lies!
Kaisseus looked at him, then grinned and smiled grimly: "Is this the power of hell you want to defeat me with this? It's so sad."
He suddenly tried hard, and the muscles on his thick arms raised and blue veins were strangled, and steam white smoke came out from the gap between the scales. Even the space shattered under the huge force, bursting out wailing.
Immediately afterwards, the sun's divine power burst out, and the red dragon's giant claws were covered by a golden light, and the power became stronger and stronger.
The spiral spear in Kesius's claws kept trembling, and it was overwhelmed in just a few seconds, breaking with a crisp "click".
"Boom!"
A powerful energy storm spread rapidly, and fragments of precious metals such as fine gold and meteorite scattered everywhere, scattering to the earth.
This sub-artifact-level [End Judgment Spear], a weapon that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the Kingdom of Thrace, was actually broken by the red dragon with one arm!
Immediately afterwards, Kesius stepped hard on Wilham's back, cut the flesh through his right claw, penetrated into the bone marrow, and directly grabbed the spine of the hell monster!
The red dragon spread its dragon wings, and the crimson flames poured out. He held the hell monster and flapped his wings, soared into the air, rising to a height of tens of thousands of meters.
"Look, Willham, this was once your city, what a rich territory, but unfortunately you ruined it to this look.
Don't worry, after killing you, I will help you keep it well, and even realize your wish to unify the Holy Farland for you.
How about it, are you surprised?" Kesius's tone was full of jokes.
Wilham struggled and twisted wildly, and his hoarse roar resounded throughout the sky: "No, no, you can't kill me! I am the one chosen by the Sun God! Only I am qualified-"
"Boom!"
The next moment, his voice was covered by the explosion of air, and Kesius tightened his wings, fell freely at a height of ten thousand meters, and swung down.
Soon, their speed exceeded the sound, and the air around them was as sharp as a knife, cutting Wilham's body into pieces.
The friction and heating air creates light, and the red dragon also has a surging dark red flame, dyeing half of the sky behind it red.
"You can't kill me. The Sun God. He will not let you go." Wilham roared with difficulty.
Kesus smiled and said, "Sun God? Do you think you are the so-called angel god descendants? Even if that Majesty wakes up, he will probably get rid of you soon!"
"No, it's impossible"
Wilham was still defending himself, but his tone had become desperate.
Even he himself knew that even the gods would not forgive the sins he committed.
Under the attention of millions of people, the red dragon captured the hell monster and fell rapidly towards the distant wasteland like a meteor.
But at this moment, Kesius seemed to be the messenger of justice shrouded in the glory, while Wilham became the brutal monster in the background.
(This chapter ends)