Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 666 Killing the Angel

The Sky City Mercenary Group is no longer just mercenaries who can fight head-on, but can even control shadows.

There are dragons and academies during the day, and shadow fires and shadows at night.

There are sword cultivators in the vanguard, star cultivators in the rear, and forbidden cultivators in the center.

Xingluo watched all this with a stern expression, but his tone was solemn:

“God…”

The first name on the list was a four-winged angel - Samuel.

He is the apostle of the God of Light. Although the God of Light does not often perform miracles for some unknown reason, the angels can still see them. They often descend in the sky of the human holy city, spread their wings, and bestow holy light.

Mortals called this four-winged angel the "Guardian of Clear Springs" because wherever he passed, the spring water became clear and the plague healed.

But beneath the surface of this salvation, he paid the price with the blood of a large number of believers. He would not sacrifice his own power of light to save any mortal. His only purpose was to bring down a miracle, and then let more people believe in the God of Light, so that his divine power could be further improved. So in order to bring down a miracle, he would massacre the city the day before, and then use the vitality of these people to maintain the coming of the miracle. Not only alchemy or magic, but even divine power is conserved, it is just that the lives of these people are converted into divine power.

Samuel was proud and aloof.

He never thought that he was equal to mortals. He came to be worshipped by mortals.

And it is such a sacred existence that is written on the assassination list of the Shadow Organization.

Target Marking: Must die.

The night in the holy city is brightly lit and hymns echo.

The huge temple towered into the clouds, and its silver dome reflected the moonlight.

Thousands of believers knelt in the square, waiting for the coming of Samuel.

Beneath this brilliance, shadows flow quietly.

Three shadow assassins transformed into crows and quietly landed on the statue on the dome.

In their eyes, the angel who was about to appear was reflected.

And at the top of the bell tower farther away, Arnold stood in the wind with a cold look in his eyes.

"Remember, you are not killing a normal life form, but a hypocritical miracle-making machine. Also, remember to make the moment of death... graceful."

At midnight, the bells rang.

A holy light descended from the sky, and Samuel slowly descended.

He spread his white wings, as if to illuminate the entire night sky.

The believers shouted enthusiastically: "Glory to the Light!"

Countless people knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

Samuel smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and light poured down like a spring.

The ailments of the mortals faded, and the air was filled with holy songs.

Yesterday, the city far away on the border was littered with corpses, and no one survived.

He is so beautiful and perfect, like a symbol of God.

Because of this, assassination is more like an art.

Shadow Dancer released the "Silent Field".

The bustling square suddenly seemed to be covered by an invisible curtain.

The hymns were still there, the shouts were still there, but the sound could not be heard any further.

An assassin opened an alchemical scroll and released the "Fog of Phantom Light".

The mist rises, refracting the dome and the night sky into countless phantoms.

The world Samuel saw was no longer real, but a blurry stage.

A "silent dagger" emerged from the void, carrying the sharp edge of a space-time crack, and cut through the air.

Although Xingluo did not arrive to assassinate him this time, the out-of-control force was also involved.

It did not pierce through immediately, but hung gently over the angel's heart, waiting for the final accumulation of power, otherwise there would be no way to break through the angel's defense.

Samuel was no ordinary man.

He quickly sensed something unusual, and his wings suddenly spread out. Holy light burst out like the sun, illuminating the entire square.

The fog was dispelled and the shadows were torn apart.

He shouted coldly, "How dare you, ant, touch the messenger of God!"

However, at the moment when the light was at its brightest, the Shadow Dancer turned into a black shadow and approached his wings.

They do not confront the light head-on, but rather glide along the edge of the light, wandering on the boundary between darkness and light, as if drawing black strokes on a canvas.

Samuel raised his hand and a spear of light whizzed out.

In an instant, the three assassins were pierced by the light and turned into ashes.

The believers cheered: "Miracle! Miracle!"

But the next moment, they discovered that the three ashes were just illusions.

The real assassin is still in the shadows.

Arnold finally moved.

He raised his hand on the top of the bell tower, and a rune made of "Blood of Time and Space" appeared on his palm. This was given to him by Xingluoxin.

There is no other way. After leaving Xingluo's body, the power of time and space is difficult to maintain. Blood is a way to preserve it for a longer time, and it is also one of the fastest ways to give one's power to others.

"What's that smell? It smells so good." At this moment, even the fanatical believers could smell the fragrance of the flowers.

At this moment, the Hades Flower bloomed.

In an instant, the entire flow of time came to a standstill.

Samuel felt his heartbeat pause for a moment.

And at this moment, the silent dagger fell.

It did not break the flesh of the chest,

No feathers torn from wings,

It only took a light touch to create a dark hole in the angel's heart.

The hole did not bleed, but it kept devouring the light, preventing the flesh from growing granulations again to heal.

Samuel opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe that he would be pierced by a "mortal".

He opened his mouth as if to utter a final prayer,

But in the "silent zone", nothing can be heard.

The light faded and the wings withered.

Samuel turned into a ball of pure white ash and slowly fell from the sky.

In the square, thousands of believers were stunned, their voices choked in their throats.

They saw the divine fall, but could not even cry out.

The fog dissipated, the silence faded, and sound returned to the square.

But by this time, the angel had turned to ashes.

Only the night wind blows, picking up feathers and dust, dancing in the moonlight,

It was like the curtain call of a beautiful dance drama.

Arnold withdrew his hand and whispered to himself:

“Killing is an art.

And you, Samuel, are just the first painting I gave to Xingluo."

The next morning, the holy city was in an uproar.

People saw only a pile of white ashes in the center of the square, like a pile of burnt firewood.

That is the trace of an angel.

"The angel...is dead?"

"No! Impossible! How could God's messenger die!"

However, the facts are before us.

The sacred and inviolable belief began to crack at this moment.

The entire continent shook.

The name of the Shadow Organization spread throughout the world with this assassination.

And deep in the shadow world, assassins raised their daggers and saluted in the direction of Requiem Valley.

Because they understand:

From today on, the highest combat power on the assassination list becomes an angel, not a demigod.

When the news reached Requiem Valley, the mercenaries erupted in thunderous shouts.

Some people raised their arms and shouted, while others knelt on the ground and cried.

Xingluo just stood coldly on Xiaohei's head, staring at the western sky.

He didn't laugh, nor did he feel joy, only a cold voice:

“An angel is just the beginning.

If mortals can kill the gods' messengers, they can also kill the gods themselves."

The silver bell rang gently, and the dragon's roar and the assassin's cheers intertwined in the night sky.

At that moment, everyone believed that mortals had truly embarked on the path of confronting the gods.

On this continent, almost everyone who has experienced a large-scale battle has seen the same kind of flower.

It does not grow in the countryside or in the woods, but blooms on the bloodiest and most corpse-strewn battlefields.

Legend has it that the flower is pitch black, with slender petals and a faint blue flame in the center. It is said that no living person has ever seen this flower.

When the wind blows, its petals seem to absorb blood and exhale bursts of fragrance.

The fragrance is not pungent, but rather brings a sense of tranquility and comfort.

It was as if the entire plane was admonishing people: "The dead are gone, the living should not cry."

However, many ancient abyssal texts record another fact:

The Hades Flower is not an ordinary thing, but a mark left by the gods.

To explain the Hades Flower, we must go back to the Age of Great Magic.

It was an era when even mortals could communicate with gods.

The elements are surging, and the laws of heaven and earth are no longer stable.

Mortals cast magic not through difficult spells and media, but by directly mobilizing the source of magic.

In such an environment, gods are not out of reach.

They often descend and directly participate in the struggles of mortals.

However, there is not true harmony among the gods.

The competition of beliefs and the overlap of territories have led to countless wars between gods.

In particular, the conflict between the God of Light and the God of Hades was recorded by later generations as the "Battle of Eternal Day and Eternal Night."

According to ancient scrolls...