bloodnovel Chapter 311 Little Death, Even Wants To Harvest My Soul?
Chapter 311 Little Death, Even Wants To Harvest My Soul?
The gaze of the Grim Reaper, Bucivis, and the Rock Demon immediately fell on Victoria.
The former widened his eyes.
The latter instinctively became alert.
The Grim Reaper, Bucivis, said, "Is she your enemy?"
"Yes, she is."
The Rock Demon nodded.
The Grim Reaper, Bucivis, asked, "Is she an angel?"
The Rock Demon remained silent.
In the eyes of all races and creatures, angels are synonymous with beauty and holiness.
They are the rulers of the divine and light factions.
But the angel that appeared before them now was wearing dark red armor, standing at a height of seven meters, with pitch-black angel wings on her back.
Even the two pairs of radiant feather wings emitted a bloody light.
Most importantly, her aura!
The aura emanating from this angel was evil, dark, filled with slaughter and destruction.
It was completely different from the angel in the Grim Reaper, Bucivis's memory.
It had "forced" itself to participate in the Holy Demon War millions of years ago.
It had witnessed what Archangel looked like with its own eyes.
Although it knew that it had been lying dead for millions of years, as a member of the sacred creatures, the angelic race, such a drastic change was impossible.
The Grim Reaper, Bucivis, even saw the shadow of the underworld creatures on this Ten-Winged angel before its eyes.
She bore the mark and power of the underworld.
Even if someone told it that this Ten-Winged angel came from the underworld, it would not doubt it.
"Are you sure she is an angel?"
"And not some new creature born in our underworld?"
The Grim Reaper, Bucivis, asked again in disbelief.
"I am sure," the Rock Demon replied.
While intensively inscribing teleportation runes, the Rock Demon said, "Although I don't know why such an angel has appeared, her identity is beyond doubt. In Paradise Town, besides these Black Winged angels, there are also hundreds of thousands of holy angels!"
"Furthermore, based on my speculation..."
The Rock Demon hesitated for a moment, then continued, "The reason why these Black Winged angels have the aura of our underworld must be related to the half of the underworld that was taken away by the angelic race."
"Half of the underworld taken away?"
The Grim Reaper, Bucivis asked in confusion, "What does that mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like!"
The Rock Demon said, "You died too early, so you don't know about this. After the Holy Demon War ended, one day, the angelic race invaded our underworld and eventually took away half of it."
"????"
The Grim Reaper, Bucivis was completely dumbfounded.
The underworld was cut in half, and one half ended up in the hands of the angelic race?
It found it hard to believe.
It even suspected that its consciousness was not complete, leading to auditory hallucinations.
Just then, Victoria pulled out a blood-red divine sword from the void, glanced indifferently at the Rock Demon, and finally fixed her gaze on the Grim Reaper, Bucivis.
"Are you the corpse of that Grim Reaper?"
"What a pity! Only a fragmented consciousness has revived, and the divine soul has long been extinguished."
"Otherwise, with your divine soul origin, I could cultivate multiple Infernal Soldiers!"
"Arrogant!"
The Grim Reaper, Bucivis, was instantly infuriated.
Even though it had fallen and its divine power had plummeted, it still had no problem dealing with ordinary lower gods.
The Ten-Winged angel before its eyes was even at the peak of the Saint Rank.
Even a Demigod is not worthy.
To it, it is simply an existence as insignificant as an ant.
As a result, this Ten-Winged angel not only disregards it, but even wants to seize its divine soul essence.
"No matter who you are, if you offend me, you will only have one path: death!"
The Death God, Bacchus, raises its massive snake neck and coldly stares at Victoria with its dark red vertical pupils. "I am already a being of the dead, and I have no fear of your angelic race!"
When it was alive, it would definitely have feared the angelic race.
But now that it has been dead for millions of years, what does it have to fear?
Furthermore, this revival will not last long.
After its consciousness dissipates, it will have to go back to lying dead.
The collapse of the universe has nothing to do with it.
So, it is basically fearless now.
As the saying goes, the bold fear the tough, the tough fear the reckless, and the reckless fear what? They fear those who are already dead!
As it speaks, it opens its large mouth and spits out countless blood-colored sword lights.
Wherever the sword lights pass, the void is all slashed apart.
In the eyes of the Death God, Bacchus, this one move alone can kill Victoria, after all, Victoria is just a peak Saint Rank Ten-Winged angel.
It even feels somewhat dissatisfied that the Rock Demon forcibly revived its consciousness.
Such a weak ant, does it really need to personally take action?
The Rock Demon can handle it on its own.
However, just when the Death God, Bacchus, thought that Victoria would be shattered by its rain of sword lights.
Only to see Victoria wielding a blood-dripping divine sword and slashing horizontally.
In an instant, all the sword lights are extinguished.
Even the void that was slashed apart by the sword lights returns to normal.
"This..."
"Interesting!"
The Death God, Bacchus, is not angry but rather delighted.
It suddenly transforms into a middle-aged man wearing a black robe.
In his hand, he holds an exaggeratedly shaped scythe.
That is the scythe of the Death God.
Specifically used to harvest the souls of living beings.
Immediately, he swings the scythe of the Death God directly towards Victoria, attempting to hook out Victoria's soul.
Being able to enjoy the delicious soul of an angel before annihilation is also a delightful thing for him.
However, he swings it several times in a row.
But it seems like he is hooking at the air.
His scythe of the Death God is completely unable to shake Victoria's soul.
"How is this possible?"
The Death God, Bacchus, is shocked.
Although his divine power has plummeted, there is no problem in hooking the souls of mortals.
But what is the situation now?
At this moment, Victoria, standing opposite, suddenly sneers and says, "Such audacity! A mere middle-ranked Death God like you dares to even try to harvest my soul!"
As she speaks, a massive angelic phantom appears behind her.
It is none other than an Eighteen-Winged angel!
"I'll give you a chance, try again!"
"..."
The Death God, Bacchus, looks at the phantom of the Eighteen-Winged angel and instantly freezes.
His mouth also opens wider and wider.
Finally, in a trembling voice, he says, "You are... the Eighteen-Winged Grand Archangel, under the crown of Victoria??"