Chapter 77 What does it take to escape from this man's grasp

Just three words, but it made all the angels present, once again, withdraw two steps backward.

  They all realized now that there was something very wrong with the man in front of them.

  Not like any of the previous humans, who could be at their mercy.

  Elon swept his gaze over these angels and said, "You're not going to do anything?"

  "Then it's just as well that I made the first move."

  There's only one outcome anyway.

  That is, they all die here.

  Hearing Elon's words, these angels all looked at each other.

  This human, bit too arrogant.

  Back yourself up, not out of fear of you.

  Can't you see the corpses of those companions behind you? What can you do when your companions are like this?

  Stronger, but still just a human.

  They, on the other hand, are immortal angels.

  An angel moved.

  It's moving slowly, but it's certainly moving toward Elon.

  Elon gave him a look, not caring.

  A green light was slightly emitted from the Bladeless in his hand, and a sword light, steeply shot out.

  "Sword One, Jedi!"

  Ethereal Sword Technique Style 1, Jedi!

  The sword light instantly passed through this angel's body.

  This angel's movements stopped for an instant.

  Next second.

  Whoa--

  A square stone, the size of a thumbnail, crumbled off this angel's body.

  Blink of an eye.

  A tall angel, reduced to a field of broken pieces.

  For a long time, the squares didn't move at all.

  There is no trend towards resurrection.

  Because this angel is dead.

  "You guys are moving too slow."

  Elon said, "And such wonky strength and physique."

  "What will you fight us with?"

  In the eyes of many, these angels are perfect, so perfect that they are terrifying beings.

  Because the defense is amazing.

  There's also great speed and great attack power.

  But in Elon's eyes, the angel is covered in brokenness.

  By their very gift, angels are destined to go no farther, and have little to no speed when they are watched.

  This directly makes the angels a fish to be slaughtered.

  He took one step out and appeared directly in front of an angel, then asked him, "Do you have this kind of speed?"

  Angel was still fuming.

  What happened?

  How is it that this human, suddenly from twenty meters away, appeared in front of him?

  Elon's hand raises his sword, and this angel instantly crumbles, another mess of broken pieces on the ground.

  The other angels saw this scene.

  Finally knows fear.

  This human, his speed was even more outrageous than theirs.

  Moreover, the sword was invincible and could completely obliterate them with a single sword.

  Run!

  This human, invincible.

  If you want to live, you have to escape!

  The angels turned in unison, trying to escape.

  But under Elon's watchful eye, they were slower than a tortoise, so how could they get away?

  Elon doesn't slow down, slowly walking up and tackling one after the other.

  The angel didn't look back though.

  But they were all well aware that there was a human that was killing their fellow humans one by one.

  Listening to the sound of debris hitting the ground and the footsteps getting closer, they really panicked.

  Panicked as hell.

  How come you're running so slow yourself?

  Why can't you run faster?

  Previously, they thought that the gift of "backstabbing" was very powerful.

  For one can see the humans fleeing in a deserted manner, and one is like a cat on the hunt, able to tease them at will.

  But now.

  All the situations are reversed.

  They're the rats.

  The real cat, right behind you.

  They hate having legs all over their body right now.

  An angel growled in his mind.

  Faster!

  Psst!

  A sword that suddenly passed through his abdomen and stabbed right through his stomach.

  Elon said, "Don't be afraid."

  "I'll take you home later."

  He glanced at the other angels and then at the gate in the corner.

  It was a black portal.

  It has a gilt pattern on it and is very nice.

  But by now the door was open and it was so dark inside that you couldn't see anything.

  Elon cuts off all the heads of these angels and throws them all into the door in front of him.

  All kinds of monsters that come out of it.

  "Take you home."

  How could they not return some of the gifts themselves when they sent the monster over there?

  He took a direct step toward the door.

  But the darkness in the doorway blocked him.

  The system explained, "This door isn't really connected to Hell."

  "It's just a doorway made by a horror game that keeps bristling with monsters."

  Brush the mouth of the monster?

  Elon got a stool directly in front of this doorway and sat down, waiting for the monsters to refresh.

  Now kill more angels.

  The rewards will surely explode when it's time to settle the rewards.

  He sat here for half an hour.

  During this time there were fifty angels, running out in a rage.

  Then only one head left to go back and be sent back by good old Elon.

  When Elon sends back the fifty-first angel's head.

  Rumble--

  The doorway in front of him suddenly shook violently.

  Elon sat on a stool and watched quietly.

  A huge hand, reaching out of the darkness, grabbed the doorframe.

  Followed by a second hand.

  Those hands were gripping the doorframe, trying to come out from inside the darkness.

  He's just a little big and seems to have a bit of a hard time.

  Elon couldn't look away, got up and said, "I'll give you a hand and forget about it."

  Say it.

  One grabbed the other's hand and flung it outward.

  A three-meter-tall angel was instantly yanked out of the door by Elon and flung over ten meters away.

  The process.

  All three of this angel's wings were broken by the doorway.

  The King of Angels fell to the floor and looked at the ceiling with a confused look on his face.

  Who am I?

  Where am I?

  What just happened?

  He had just seen nothing but felt an inexplicably powerful force that suddenly grabbed him.

  Wait for the reaction.

  All you could see was the dim ceiling.

  Elon scanned the angel's stats.

  [Name: King of Angels

  Race: Demon

  Physical Fitness: 40

  Strength: 20

  Speed: 4

  Spirit: 320

  Passive talents: Backstabbing, Powerful Regeneration, Sturdy Body]

  King of Angels!

  The first four combat stats are all indeed a cut above the average angel in terms of power.

  But the talent is the same old three.

  "Since the King of Angels has come out, there's no point in keeping this door, either."

  He reached out and tapped on the black door.

  Boom!

  The door, which was supposed to be impenetrable, exploded on the spot into a field of debris.

  The King of Angels, who had just climbed up, was struck by lightning when he saw this scene, and his entire body froze in place.

  The gates of hell.

  By a human, who just smashed it with his hand?

  Could it be that the owner of the force that had just grabbed him was the person in front of him!

  Before the King of Angels could think about it.

  Elon then turned to him and said, "You here to avenge your little brother?"

  The King of Angels looked back and subconsciously shook his head.

  Revenge?

  Revenge for what?

  He might have had the courage to take revenge before he saw Elon slam the door.

  But right now.

  He just wants to get out of here alive.

  What, exactly, would it take to escape from this man?