Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 141: Decisive Battle! Angel Transformation!

At the bottom of the crater with a radius of 100 meters, Wen Lie let go of Zhao Yingkong and touched his throat.

A long, thin cut had pierced his skin.

However, it was only a superficial injury.

Zhao Yingkong sat in front of Wen Lie, her beautiful head resting in his palm, her face filled with confusion.

Zhao Yingkong, who was held hostage by Wen Lie in front, was the first to have his neck cut by Zhao Zhuikong's dagger.

"How pitiful! Instead of killing me, he killed the person he cared about."

Wen Lie opened the space bag and looked at Zhao Zhuikong in the distance with a smile.

"Hahahaha! As expected of you! Wen Lie!!"

Zhao Zhuikong laughed crazily, the left side of his body was covered in blood.
Even though he escaped several hundred meters at the critical moment, he was unable to completely avoid Wen Lie's holy weapon.

Zhao Zhuikong's smile slowly twisted, drool flowed from his cracked mouth, and his chaotic eyes were filled with chaotic and frenzied colors like a demon.

Obviously, the correct approach should be to retreat. Zhao Zhuikong, who has an inch of speed, can easily get rid of Wen Lie.

However, Zhao Zhuikong, who was so crazy that he killed Zhao Yingkong, had lost the mind to retreat.

Wen Lie raised the Spear of Destiny, his eyes becoming more serious.

"You've been struck by Madam Fungus's disease spell, and your arm is broken. How much strength do you have left to support this?"

He said it lightly, but he knew the principle that a trapped beast would still fight. If he failed to kill Zhao Zhuikong with one strike, he would have to face Zhao Zhuikong's desperate counterattack.

We must seize the opportunity and strike Zhao Zhuikong with another axe.

Just as Wen Lie was thinking this, he saw something that shouldn't be there out of the corner of his eye.

Clone Zheng Zha!
Fu Zheng, flapping a pair of bat wings, appeared in Wen Lie's sight, flying towards him from the sky in the distance.

Wen Lie couldn't help but complain: "Fuck! The Lord God should update it and at least fix all the bugs."

Wen Lie, who was familiar with the plot, immediately guessed the general situation when he saw Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng somehow bypassed the judgment mechanism of the Lord God, just like Chu Xuan and Luo Yinglong in The Lord of the Rings, who died one moment and were resurrected the next.

"Fighting two at the same time, it seems that I have to give it my all."

The corners of Wen Lie's mouth lifted up, forming an arc even more exaggerated than Zhao Zhuikong's.

Feeling the pressure of death, that face couldn't help but reveal an extremely wild smile.

Although the two fourth-level powerhouses are not in good condition, their strength is no worse than that of mass-produced fourth-level ones.

Fighting one against two, against two powerful men who have awakened their personalized spiritual light, his mortality rate is no less than 70%.

"That's better. A battle without pressure won't inspire any enthusiasm at all."

The restless blood caused his body temperature to rise, and Wen Lie was breathing heavily in excitement.

Twelve balls of light appeared behind Wen Lie. Nine of them were empty, and the other three contained a small axe, a harp like a work of art, and a transparent glass bottle respectively.

A transparent glass bottle floated out of the ball of light and landed in Wen Lie's palm. Before Wen Lie could make the next move, Zhao Zhuikong appeared in front of Wen Lie with a horrifying, twisted smile, his mouth wide open, and reached out to grab Wen Lie's cheek.

His dagger had already been shattered by the Holy Axe, but the nails on his five fingers were no duller than those of a D-grade dagger. His sharp nails fell on Wen Lie's face, concentrating five points of strength and being able to tear apart any metal on earth.

"Zizi-"

The Sixth Cause of Death was activated, and Wen Lie's body was wrapped in the Holy Scripture's barrier. A noise like scratching a blackboard was made between Zhao Zhuikong's nails and the barrier.

At the same time, Wen Lie's gun shot out like a dragon, the golden flash rolled up a vortex, and raised a ferocious roar.

Zhao Zhuikong's wound was torn deeper, and as blood splattered, Zhao Zhuikong turned into numerous ghosts, surrounding Wen Lie from all directions. Thousands of claw marks covered the sky, making it impossible to tell which ones were real, which ones were fake, or whether they were all real moves.

Wen Lie responded to all changes with the same attitude. The points of spear light connected into a golden light, and the strength of his body created a vortex of gravity. The attack was like a storm, blowing away the claw marks in the sky.

Zhao Zhuikong was seriously injured and could only exert 60% of his full combat strength. Although his skills were better than Wen Lie's, his strength was a little lacking. He was also afraid of the power of Wen Lie's holy axe and was completely unable to do anything to Wen Lie.

Wen Lie held the gun in his right hand and the holy bottle in his left hand. He bit the tip of his tongue, and the blood turned into a beam of blood arrow and shot into the holy bottle.

The scarlet blood turned milky white in the blink of an eye, emitting a holy glow.

Wen Lie drank the milky white blood in one gulp.

The next moment, white holy light bloomed, and under the cover of the light, Wen Lie's body seemed to swell up.

The light gathered towards the center. Looking closely, two pairs of pure white wings rose from his back. Five-meter-long wings of light stretched out, and a holy halo hung above Wen Lie's head, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

In an instant, night turned into day, and the sky and earth within a thousand miles were shrouded in holy light.

The Holy Bottle, as the holy artifact of the vampires, is called the Poison Bottle.

Dropping blood into the bottle, the blood will mutate inside. Drinking the mutated blood in the bottle can cause humans, beasts, or vampires to mutate, transforming into terrifying and violent monsters with explosive powers.

After being transformed into the Demon Hunter's holy weapon, the blood in the bottle was not alienated, but sanctified.

Wen Lie's blood was purified by the holy bottle and turned into extremely concentrated holy blood.

After drinking the holy blood, the extremely high concentration of divine power blessed Wen Lie's blood, and the overflowing holy light transformed Wen Lie's body into a Lord Angel with the qualifications to become a sanctified one.

"Uh……"

Fu Zheng's eyelids kept twitching, and he was breathing cold air. Bathing in the angelic holy light emitted by Wen Lie, his body seemed to be soaked in sulfuric acid, and he felt a strong stinging pain all over his body.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, pitch-black flames rose up and wrapped around Fu Zheng's body. The solid black flames condensed into a light windbreaker, blocking the damage of the holy light to his body.

"This monster has too much malice towards me."

Fu Zheng's face was full of fear.

First, he threw a spear of 500 kilometers, then an axe strike that was no less than his full-strength attack, and then he turned into an angel.

Wen Lie's strength was even more exaggerated than Chu Xuan had predicted. If he had not avoided the fight before and had tried his best to fight Wen Lie, his chances of winning would not be higher than 40%.

Wen Lie looked at Zhao Zhuikong and Fu Zheng, opened his arms, and laughed loudly: "Come on, both of you, come at me together, you are welcome to come and fuck me, and I will crush you to pieces at any cost!"

(End of this chapter)