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Chapter 681: The Tragic Fate of Angels

The wild Tim trade winds almost dominated the four seasons that were not very obvious in the northwest of the Demon Realm, and in the endless dark swamp was the paradise of the Tim trade winds, and the roaring winds swept through the lava swamps that were blowing up in the air from time to time, and burst into brilliant fireworks in the dark and dreary sky.

Near the southern edge of the dark swamp, a lonely figure was walking slowly, the flesh and blood blurred, the white robe and bloodstained clothes were already tattered, the pain on the body did not make this lone wolf lonely man the slightest pain, and his spirit was already on the verge of collapse.

This lonely figure is none other than the eight-winged angel Kingskerman, who has exhausted his angelic origin power, and has been sealed by the Alien Queen's powerful dark power that he can resist now, so that he has no power to resist at all.

If these things can still be endured by the death-hearted Kingskerman, then the abominable undead constantly corroded his soul with that evil red bead, and the Kingskerman, who had to endure a "soul baptism" almost every day, was about to go crazy.

Kingsman, who was on the verge of collapse, had completely turned into a poor creature in the Demon Realm. The Sword of Light was still in his hand, and the abominable human summoner hadn't taken his weapon, but an angel without divine power and holy power was even far less lethal than taking the most powerful Order Wheel in the Light Plane.

The angelic origin divine power was sealed, and Kingsman finally became like an ordinary person, hunger, cold, and fear were tormenting him all the time, and with the occasional earthquakes and smelly swamp pools, these phenomena that had not been seen for more than thousands of years completely defeated him psychologically.

Ever since he woke up, Kingsman had recognized it as the dark swamp he had passed through when he had come to Mid-Levels, and he didn't know what the human wanted to do, but he just subconsciously wanted to get out of here.

Just as his strength was not as strong as he imagined, it was only now that Kingsman realized that his will was not as strong as he imagined.

On the first day, Kingsman encountered a fourth-level demon scorpion, and after a lot of effort, he relied on the sword of holy light to restrain the dark demonic beast, and finally killed the demon scorpion.

Of course, Kingsman also suffered some injuries, and to this day he can't imagine a fourth-level dark beast, but stabbing himself in the back with the tip of his tail can actually cause people a sharp pain enough to suffocate, and even now when he moves violently, his back is a faint pain.

It took him more than ten miles to walk for most of the day, and when night fell, Kingsman could no longer endure the torture of hunger and cold, and when he had killed an ugly rat-like creature the size of a calf, he could not bear the hunger that drove him mad, and the wound on the giant rat was a burst of bitter drink.

At that moment, it was as if Kingskman had ascended to the altar for the first time to listen to thousands of believers chanting Sanskrit scriptures, and the blood that had made him smell and gag made his soul tremble with happiness in an instant.

Kinskman's stomach swelled, and then he stood up, looking at the shriveled giant rat corpse in front of him, and the shiny fur was full of disgusting dirt, and Kinsman vomited "wow", and he was already exhausted.

Unable to bear his previous actions, Kingsman finally became in the mood for death, but when he clinged to the sword of light that had judged many filthy souls and was ready to end his own fallen souls, the abominable human summoner appeared.

The human summoner looked at Kingsman with a look of disdain and full of meaning, and the super-level demonic beast that made the latter frightened and frightened by the one move that "killed" the golden dragon in seconds, including the despicable undead, once again performed a "soul baptism" on him who could not resist at all.

In the end, without saying a word or communicating with him at all, they turned and disappeared into the dark sky.

Saddened to find that death was a luxury for him now, he was extremely disgusted with his previous actions, and when he lay down next to the giant rat and stabbed himself in the heart with a long sword, the undead reappeared, and after more than 30 slaps in the face, Kingsman finally fainted.

The next day, Kingskman didn't move, he knew that the human summoner or the undead was peering at him from not far away, and death was a luxury for him. Sure enough, after dark, they came again, and after repeating the same action, they left again.

On the third day, Kingsman still did not leave, and Li Junshan and his party remained as usual.

Day 4 is still ......

It wasn't until the fifth day, when maggots the size of a little finger began to pour from the giant rat's carcass onto his body, that Kingskman finally fled, wandering aimlessly once more.

With no clean water and no good food, on the evening of the tenth day, Kingsman finally encountered a group of sapient humanoid beings living in the dark swamps.

Kingskman had never seen such an ugly race, their bodies were covered with long hairs like orcs, their looks were uglier than ugly goblins, especially the strong body odor on their bodies, and even their almost dysfunctional sense of smell suddenly became extremely acute.

The sturdy female hairymen were inversely proportional to the skinny males, and these unbridled females, with all their organs exposed, looked at Kingsman with a warm gaze at their prey, but magically offered him clear water and delicious food.

Unable to resist the temptation, Kingsman was wary of seeing a few hairy monsters eat nothing unusual, so he devoured it, and his noble status made him have the qualities he should have without any experience in life at the bottom, and he did not expect that a nightmare had befallen him.

Kinskman, who lost consciousness at some point, was suddenly awakened by a heavy mountain, and under the reflection of the dry stone cave and the warm campfire, in the horrified gaze of Kingskerman, a long-haired monster with a pair of long-shaped breasts that drooped down to his navel crawled on top of him, squeezed out a strange cry in his throat, and reached out to pull his tattered clothes.

Shocked and angry, Kinsman spit out a mouthful of blood arrows, and then he realized that there was something strange in the water and food just now, and he didn't know where the strength suddenly came from, so he turned over and knocked the female hairy monster that climbed on top of the ground.

“......%#￥......%￥。 The hairy-haired female was not angry, and did not know what words to speak, but she rushed over again with excitement.

"Peng!" Kinsman almost half-dashed off the stone bed and hit the female wildling's chest, which was knocked against the stone wall by the top fly.

There was a roar of "woo-w-w-wh", and the female savage saw that Kingsman was looking at her with a gaze that looked like she was going to eat people, and finally turned and ran out in timidity.

"Wow......" Kingsman spat out bile, and just as he was about to get out of here, the Bone King appeared.

No one cared about Kingsman's almost devouring gaze, he watched as he watched quietly, and after an undead spirit walked in, the king ignored Kingskman and floated straight out.

Entering was a low-level silver skeleton, and a cry rang out from the depths of the eight-winged angel's soul as it floated in front of Kingskman with its terrifying maw spitting out its soul heart......

"Swallow it, swallow it and you will regain your strength......"

"The heart of the soul can make you a strong ......"

"There will be more Evil Blood Clans rushing in, you can't imagine how they will abuse you......"

"Swallow it, swallow it and you won't be afraid of them. ”

............

The bewitching voice of the Bone King resounded over and over again in the depths of Kingskerman's soul, full of temptation.

The only thing Kingskman wanted to do now was to go out and kill all these hairy monsters, and then end his life with the sword of holy light, and he hesitated to look at the soul heart held by the silver skull.

Kingsman knew very well that once he swallowed this soul heart, the angelic origin divine power would no longer be pure, and the evil power would breed in his body, and he would become a fallen angel.

"Boom ......"

There was a sound of footsteps outside the cave, and Kingsman subconsciously propped himself up and looked out, and with a single glance, the shame and anger on his face completely turned into fear.

Seven or eight female hairymen ran excitedly into the cave, and Kingsman clearly saw that they were even scrambling to push their companions, and the one who ran at the front was the one just now, her fat body was a big mountain, and the pair of long *** were "snapping" her body during the run.

Fear spread in Kingskerman's eyes, and as he looked back, fear and despair alternated across his face, and finally, Kingsman subconsciously inhaled the heart of the soul that was close in front of him as a group of female hairymen were about to rush in.

The illusory soul heart sank into Kingskerman's mouth like smoke, only to feel a force appear in his body the moment the silver skull fell, Kingskman grabbed the silver skull's bone claws and broke them in his hand, and let out a howl like a wounded beast in his throat, and rushed into the hairy monster group with a bloody flower.

Kingsman was completely red-eyed, the silver skull's sharp bone claws turned into a scythe of death in his hand, constantly harvesting the lives of those panicked hairymen, rushing outside, he saw several male hairymen who were as thin as skeletons holding their holy lightsabers and gesturing, and Kingskerman, who had snatched the holy lightsaber, turned into a butcher completely.

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