Chapter 1120: Archangel's Tears, What a Pity

Fierce spirits are incomplete spiritual bodies. Screaming and shouting is an instinct, just like Grudge Spirits. This is not a sound, but a soul impact. Before fighting, screaming once can deter weak souls.

But opposite is the Emperor of the Undead Empire. You dare to scream at him, too impolite. The Emperor didn't be polite and returned a soul impact.

Although the distance was further, the Emperor's soul impact was more concentrated, causing more serious damage to Black Rope and others.

However, soul impact is difficult to kill enemies directly, especially those life races with bodies. Their consciousness is bound in the body. Although restricted, it also provides protection. Plus the distance is far, it is at most dizzy for a period of time.

On the contrary, the damage received by the fierce spirit will be greater. As a spiritual body, the soul impact acts directly on the soul, shaking it restless.

But that's it. Still that point, soul impact is difficult to kill enemies directly. Dizzy, loss of consciousness, and stiffness are already very good. Sometimes it will have the opposite effect, which is more irritating to the other party.

When the fierce spirit became restless, Ang also bowed and shouted: Ao—

Ang's shout was not a soul impact, but a judgment from the God of Equality and Balance...

Well, originally judgment was not his business, that was the priesthood of the God of Justice and Arbitration, but who let the Lord of Light coexist with him? He could use all the divine power within the entire light system, including judgment.

Holy Judgment has a bonus to undead creatures, and it was cast by Ang, the Lord of Light himself. I saw that fierce spirit burning all over, with raging holy flames on its body, emitting scorching white light.

The fierce spirit that originally just wanted to howl couldn't stop. It screamed miserably and burned until it became ashes.

Those ashes were produced by holy flames burning the Mourning-level Fierce Spirit. In the light system, it should be called Holy Ash. In the windless void, these Holy Ashes seemed to be blown by the wind, drifting towards Ang's direction one after another.

The Emperor looked at Ang in surprise: "Is the power of light so powerful? One shout shouted a Mourning-level Fierce Spirit to death?"

Ang shook his head and reached out to beckon to those Holy Ashes.

The Emperor subconsciously looked at Negris. Obviously, he didn't understand what Ang meant and could only ask the translator for help.

Negris translated: "It wasn't shouted to death in one shout, it shouted several shouts."

The Emperor looked at Negris suspiciously: "He shook his head, that's what it means?"

"'Several shouts' is what I added. He used judgment. That shout was just a mark, locking the mark on the fierce spirit, and then letting the little ghost send power over, burning it to death alive. It was the little ghost who burned it to death. This consumption is too great, he wants Holy Ashes," Negris explained.

A large amount of Holy Ash gathered in front of Ang. Ang pointed with his finger, and the ashes that had been completely burned actually burned again, and a group of raging holy fire rose up.

As this point of holy fire ignited, the surrounding ashes accelerated into the flame, urging the flame to rise, and a pillar of fire rose up.

Then this holy pillar of fire split into two, flapping like wings.

With a brush, a human shape rushed out of the holy fire, flapping its wings, the wings composed of fire pillars split into two, becoming two pairs, and flapping its wings again, becoming three pairs.

The three-pair-winged holy human shape completely emerged from the flame, and the surrounding Holy Ashes accelerated towards its body, making the flame and holy light on its body brighter and brighter.

Anthony couldn't help but lean close to Negris and asked in a low voice: "Lord Negris, what kind of ceremony is this? Why haven't I seen it in the Holy Scriptures?"

As the Pope of Light, he hadn't seen such a ceremony with obvious holy characteristics, hadn't even heard of it, which was a bit unreasonable.

Negris spread his hands: "Then you can think about giving it a name. I haven't heard of it either. It should be a new miracle created by the dead skeleton."

"Oh, new. Worthy of being the Lord. Every move is a new miracle. Using the Holy Ash produced by burning the Mourning-level Fierce Spirit to re-ignite, summoning the Six-Winged Supreme Holy Spirit. I'll go back and gather everyone to study what to name it, and then record it in the Holy Scriptures."

"How about calling it the Holy Ash Xiong Xiong Undead Rebirth Light Supreme Holy Six-Winged Archangel Descent?" Anthony seamlessly transformed into the role of the Pope.

While speaking, the archangel, who was closing his eyes and looking holy, slowly opened his eyes, revealing golden pupils, looked left and right, and his eyes fell on Ang, immediately pouting and making a sound of dissatisfaction: "Ao!"

Ang grabbed his head: "Ao..."

"Puff... Little Angel..." This familiar Ao-Ao language immediately let them know who came. It turned out that the archangel who descended was the Little Angel.

"Didn't they say before that the Little Angel couldn't be summoned? Why can it be done now?" Negris was surprised.

They didn't think of the Little Angel because it was said before that the distance was too far, and Ang had tried it without success. They didn't expect it to be possible suddenly now.

"Could it be because the distance of the Lord's body is closer?" Anthony said.

"Very likely." Negris agreed with this guess.

Only the Emperor asked in confusion: "What body is closer?"

It was said before that the little ghost drove the Heavenly Fortress over, and it was also said that the little ghost and Kram used anchors to pull open the Devouring Abyss, but no one told him that Ang had also pulled his body over. Anthony's words made him a bit confused.

Negris explained it to him, and the Emperor was shocked: "Ang dragged the entire Chaos Plane over?"

Negris thought for a while, nodded and said: "You can understand it this way. Oh right, Ang is now equivalent to the entire Chaos Plane."

"Then wouldn't I be able to use Chaos Mist as I please?" The Emperor rubbed his hands and said.

He was suffocated. After teleporting here, first it was that thing, and then Ang had to come to save him. Without enough Chaos Mist, his strength couldn't be exerted. He finally saved a little, but it was exhausted when fighting the Bone Dragon.

It just felt that nothing was going smoothly, too uncomfortable.

On that side, the Little Angel was also "soothed".

The Little Angel was angry that Ang hadn't called her for so long. Ang told her about the distance, let the little ghost tell her about the distance, and let the little sapling tell her about the distance. She was still angry, and finally was knocked on the head by Ang, and was soothed.

Reaching out and pointing at the Mourning-level Fierce Spirits that appeared one after another in the distance, Ang said: "Ao!"

The Little Angel covered her head and pouted, tears swirling in her eyes, turning her head fiercely to look at those fierce spirits, the holy light on her body flourishing.

Du Luo Ken squeezed his hands and had to let go, saying regretfully: "Archangel's tears, what a pity, what a pity."