A streamlined fire shield spread out with her staff as the center, blocking her in front of her.

Those seemingly angry holy light arrows were caught in it, escaping invisible, like moths rushing into the fire.

"Despicable Undead!" Pakar's eyes widened, and the more majestic holy light swept out his head ring. He shook his hand and fired in all directions.

The holy light arrows shot in all directions seemed to be attracted by magnetism, and quickly drew a arc and turned towards Anne. Countless holy light arrows attacked from all directions at the same time.

Anne shook her head gently: "Funny and exaggerated, this is not Quelio, Quelio is concise, clear, powerful."

After saying that, she gently waved her staff for a week: "Biger Fire Shield."

The flames from the staff became more and more intense, and soon completely wrapped Anne, which made Anne look like a moving ball of fire, and the Holy Light Arrow in any direction was just adding fuel to the flame.

"Sacred Anger" is a kind of energy that spared no effort. Soon it reached the end of the force. Seeing the last holy light arrow slowly thrust forward like a moth, Pakar had to breathe heavily and put down his hand. The scorching head ring made him feel a splitting headache. The magic equipment was already overheated. If he continued, his head would turn into a brain flower with the explosion.

Anne retracted her staff, and the fire shield dissipated. Facing the last mini holy light arrow, she threw the short knife out with her left hand. The moment the knife and arrow touched each other, the dazzling fire light emitted. The holy light arrow burned out in an instant, but the short knife returned to Anne's hand like a boomerang.

Anne walked forward steadily, gently waving the embers of energy in the air.

The distance between the two sides was only ten meters, but Anne still had not taken action and was still walking towards Pakar at a steady pace.

"Look at me, Pacal." Anne said word by word, "put aside the holy light and tell me who needs to be saved, and where is Quelio?"

"Shut up... Quelio has already arranged all this."

"Yes, I believe more deeply than you." Anne looked at him with pity, "You prayed to Quelio so devoutly, but chose the wrong way. Quelio was moved by your piety. He wanted to respond to you, but could not cross the holy light that obscured his eyes. Pacal, I know that you have never heard Quelio's voice, and because of this you often doubt your piety, you are more loyal than anyone else."

"Shut up!"

It is impossible to keep silent. Pakar never asked Anne for advice when he talked about saving.

But now Anne is more enthusiastic and friendly than Pacar: "What you don't know is that Quelio is eager to respond to you, but the Holy Light does not agree."

"Devil! Pagan!" Pakal covered his head, but his hand quickly retracted, and the overheated headband made him collapse, "You are not allowed to say his name again!"

"For the sinners, the facts are always cruel. You know better than anyone else. Saving is often accompanied by pain." Anne had already walked to Parker, raised her left and right arm in parallel, loosened her hand, and the staff and short sword fell to the ground at the same time. "I was originally a dead soul that you should ravage, but I had the power to destroy you. I could have destroyed you easily, but I did not take action. The facts were right in front of you-you would be wrong, and Quellao would not."

"You... don't... mention his name again." Pakar covered his scorching headband and had a split headache. He really wanted to take it off.

"The sinner always wants to escape sin, but the day of judgment will always come." Anne's expression suddenly became stern, and she asked loudly, "Who is protecting me, and who is rejecting his salvation?"

"Stop talking...please stop talking..." Pakal was almost crying and retreated tremblingly, "This is what is said in the Holy Book...you can't say..."

Anne closed her eyes and silently recited the sacred scriptures of the Elephant tribe: "The sinner rejects the facts in front of him, and God's messenger burns himself to let him see clearly."

After saying that, her arms suddenly spread out, and her pupils were like burning flames.

A pair of huge, fiery red wings spread out, Anne's wings.

Everyone was stunned, including Dazhuang, who tried his best to explain Hank, who had never seen such a skill.

Anne's body slowly soared until it blocked between Pakal and the sun. In Pakal's vision, she completely blocked the sun's light and was a dark red angel.

Even though the sun was shining, it was dark for Pakar at this moment.

Anne looked down at Pakal and continued her rumour: "The sinner surrendered to the feet of the angels and shed tears of regret."

Pakal fell into a violent tremor.

This is the scene where the saint Quelio ascended to heaven and became the true god Quelio. He had fantasized countless times, and every detail was vivid in his mind. The angel in front of him was very different from all his fantasies... But this almost cruel power also demonstrated unprecedented reality.

Tears slid down. Pakar looked at the tears that fell to the ground, and finally his legs became weak, his knees were kneeling on the ground, and his palms were uncontrollable.

Anne closed her eyes and chanted: "Pain is the prelude to salvation, anxiety is the dawn of liberation, and the night of lies is about to pass."

"And the sinner...the sinner..." Pakal trembled, looking up at Anne in pain and longing, "the sinner cleared his resentment in the flames...helped...rebirth."

Annie smiled and stretched out her right hand, slowly falling: "Quillio from now on..."

"With me..." Capal stretched his hand forward with great force, his eyes full of piety and fanaticism, "Att you..."

Just as the two were about to touch each other, an unprecedented pure holy light came from the sky, and even Anne, who was controlling the flames, felt the danger.

Anne subconsciously jumped back, and then a scorching holy light appeared, as if the sun was blinking, her wings burned out instantly, and she had to land and cover her eyes and retreat repeatedly.

When the holy light faded, Miti had already stopped Pakar.

At the same time, two shadows followed one after another, blocking Anne's face.

"Can't afford to play?" Daliya looked at Midi with her eyes narrowed, "So many holy lights, should I 'save' them together?"

Gu Aotian had nothing to say. He only knew that Midi didn't have the courage to do anything when he stood in front of Annie.

Although Midi was blessed by the holy light, her face looked like earth. She turned around and looked at Pakar, unable to suppress her disappointment.

Pacal was weeping and tremblingly greeting his redemption: "Teacher...I saw...I saw it, it was Quelio...He is here..."

Midi raised her hand and waved her eyes in front of Pakar, and the latter's pupils immediately turned upwards and slowly fell down.

Midi turned around, her eyes penetrated Gu Aotian and Daliya, and looked directly at Annie: "You won, but you shouldn't ravage other people's faith."

Anne smiled and picked up her skirt and bowed, "I'm saving him."

Midi looked angry.

"It's true, I'll testify." Gu Aotian stood between the two seriously. "I thought it was unnecessary for Quelio to talk to her last night, but Anne was well, so she agreed. We didn't want to make it so big, but this is how he arranged it."

Before Miti could say anything, Daliya could no longer bear it: "Okay, okay, it's almost done. I'm so familiar with Quelio and I haven't pretended to be so familiar. You can say a few less words."

Midi glared at them for a long time before speaking: "What if you were wrong?"

"What does it mean?" Gu Aotian looked suspicious, "Is that guy not Quelio last night?"
Chapter completed!