The God of the twelve-winged evil doomsday Angel

The origin catastrophe laughed sinisterly and suddenly waved a palm, reappearing the golden light of Buddha.

Metatron felt a sharp pain in his forehead. He backed away immediately, and lifted his spear. Once again, the Holy Light of divinity shone.

"Little angel, I've been playing with you for so long. Even if you're not bored, I'm getting bored."

"Why don't we increase the stakes and play a more exciting game?"

"Roar!" the giant ape let out a long roar as the demon god rushed forward.

The chanting was suspected to have fallen, although it didn't end in their hands, causing boss to miss a large number of gourmet cells and primitive fragments.

however, to the late ancient era, no matter what, such a feat of destroying a top evil god so quickly was something that even the common people would pay attention to.

"Lord calamity!"

The malevolence's eyes were gloomy, still unable to agree with the behavior of the natural catastrophe of origin.