As Vivier slowly raised the Crimson Firmament sword in her hand, the final judgment began!
The heat constantly filled the Archangel's neck, and his golden hair gradually curled under the heat of the flames.
There were even a few strands of hair that were burnt to ashes.
Vivier raised her hand and slashed with the sharp Crimson Firmament. With the support of her divine power, it was like cutting melons and vegetables.
A head fell to the ground.
Bang!
The Archangel's head rolled on the ground. The blood on his neck was stained with a lot of dust, and his golden hair was in a mess.
The aura of life from the Archangel disappeared!
The Elven Queen, who was watching from the city wall, looked at the burning figure in the sky in disbelief.
After all, according to her knowledge, even if she was killed, she had a chance to resurrect if it did not cross ten minutes!
