Super Seminary: Blade of the Sky

Black Scythe struggled in agony, "Start the Void Engine! Start the Void Engine!"

"Cannot start...Cannot start..."

Ding Jun smiled disdainfully, reached into Hei Yan's heart with his right hand, fumbled around and grabbed a crystal core.

She took it out with a smile and waved it at the black sickle, "Don't take out such low-quality things."

Heijian coughed up blood in pain, Dingjun frowned and let him go, then turned around and quickly kicked Heijian in the face.

The huge inertia made him fall straight towards Yun Baixing. Fortunately, several guards quickly picked him up and threw him into the angel cage with Nusa.

Ding Jun waved his hand and said, "Let the Angel of Judgment treat those two losers well. I'll play with this one myself."

The guard holding the angel's cage nodded, "Yes!"

Snow tried to break free, but he was powerless. He could only watch Dingjun take Sui'an back from his arms.

Dingjun smiled at Sui'an who was sleeping in her arms. She gently scratched Sui'an's small round face.

"Sister will take you back."

The thin chains on his body bound Snow tightly and he could not move. He could only stare at Ding Jun.

Ding Jun patted Sui An's back and looked at Snow, "Tsk tsk, you're still a high-level third-generation spiritual body. Carl is really good to you."

"Then what should I say? Is there a gap between the three generations, or am I invincible within the fourth generation?"

She looked at Snow staring at her without getting angry, and took out her right hand to press his head hard.

"For a rubbish spirit like you, the best torture is to erode your consciousness bit by bit."

Dingjun patted his face, and finally, with golden light in his eyes, he began to brainwash Snow.

The beating golden code quickly rushed into Snow's brain. The painful Snow could not move his body, and only his eyes kept rolling up.

In Snow's consciousness, he was in the room of Fraser Palace. He was full of doubts and wanted to find Sui'an.

A smiling yet beautiful angelic face always appeared in front of him, and Ding Jun stabbed his eyes with his sword.

He could not resist or struggle, he could only stand there and endure the pain. When his eyes went dark, he appeared in that familiar room again.

When he wanted to turn around and run away, Dingjun's face appeared in front of him again. She smiled slightly, grabbed Snow's head and pressed it tightly against the corner of the table.

Keep pulling up and hitting, keep pulling up and hitting, repeat

Until Snow was in darkness again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to him, but it was in that room again.

Snow took out his sickle this time and wanted to resist. He looked at Ding Jun who suddenly appeared in front of him and swung it hard. As a result, Ding Jun in front of him suddenly turned into himself.

The sharp sickle chopped off his arm, and then cut off his head along the blade.

His head was surprisingly consistent with the one in front of him, and it fell down with a grunt.

He blinked as the headless body went down, then blinked again at the head not far away, but the head in front of him suddenly smiled slightly.

He opened his eyes wide in fear, and before he could react, darkness appeared before his eyes. Then, a flash of inspiration came to him, and he saw the familiar room again.

Snow swayed his body in a trance. He took out his sickle and stabbed himself again and again, muttering something to himself.

Dingjun sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching all this with a smile

Snow's eyes soon became dark again, and when he woke up again, it was the familiar room.

"No! No! It's not like that! It's not like that..."

……

Fraser Naga City Naga Cathedral

The angels standing on both sides of the church statue received the order, put on their helmets and took their weapons and walked out.

In front of the cathedral, the guards opened the angel cage and pulled out the half-dead Black Scythe and Wrathful Sarah.

The guard looked at the two Judgment-level angels in front of him and swallowed, "They have void abilities, and one is a spirit."

The two judgement-level angels nodded in unison, looked at each other again, and then walked over.

In the blink of an eye, the two angels of judgment almost simultaneously lifted up Black Scythe and Nusa.

Almost simultaneously, he kicked Heijian and Nusa's bodies several times at superluminal speed.

The two of them unconsciously formed a bow shape, and they simultaneously tore off one of the enemy's arms.

Then came the other arm, then the calf, then the thigh, and when a human pig appeared

The two judgement-level angels took out their swords in their left hands and placed them on their heads at the same time, then slowly stepped forward with force.

Black smoke billowed from the head of the spirit body. He began to slowly float into the air. The Judgment-level angel who was holding his neck loosened his left hand.

The limbless body and half-stretched neck fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The floating Nusa gradually revealed his original spiritual form, and he quickly rushed towards the horizon.

The traitorous angel raised her head, and a mechanical angel hand rose from the ground beneath her feet.

It continued to rise, spin, and twist, and finally a golden hand grabbed the spirit body's anger.

He couldn't make any sound as a spirit, but he still struggled in fear when he saw the broken limbs on the ground.

He was quickly pulled down by the angel's hand. The Judgment-level angel stretched out her right hand, and the mechanical angel's hand attached to her hand.

She took a step forward and began to tear apart Nusa's spirit body, or the painful Nusa kept changing his form, but his spirit body was visibly getting smaller.

Under the guards' gaze, an angel of judgment stood upright, with scattered bodies at her feet, and her right hand naturally drooped, grasping a round head.

The other angel of judgment stood still, stretching out his right hand and tearing the painful enemy in front of him.

But she remained calm, the golden light reflected on her silver helmet, like a beautiful scroll painting of judgment.

As the spiritual body was completely torn apart, the judgement-level angel dropped his right hand, and the mechanical angel's hand rotated in the opposite direction again and drilled into the ground.

The angel of judgment played with the skull and crushed it into pieces, then turned and walked into the cathedral.

Another angel of judgment turned around and waved his hand. The limbs, blood, and painful and hideous face on the ground disappeared together, as if nothing had appeared.

The two angels of judgment returned to the two sides of the statue. They took off their helmets and placed them on the table in front of the statue. Then, they placed their left hands on the scabbards and stood straight looking forward.

The guards who brought them here looked at each other, swallowed their saliva at the same time, and then spread their wings and flew into the air.

One of the guards stayed where she was. She curiously stuck her head out to see the faces of the two judgement angels. However, the two judgement angels had no faces. Only a faint white light like a mirror appeared on their faces.

She covered her mouth and took a step back in surprise. Before she could say anything, she was pulled aside by the guards.

"You're trying to kill yourself! Do you believe they'll catch you and chop you up?"

"They...they don't even have faces..."

"Idiot! The angels of judgment chosen by Queen Kesha from various planets are faceless! As God's executors, they are formless!

You are blaspheming the angel of judgment, and if you are held accountable, the problem will be very serious!"

"I...I know..."

"Forget it, let's go."

"it is good."