Master of Fallen Angels—Ronadell!
This individual, who had recently personally slain the Dragon Mother and was once the Archangel of the Creator God, now appeared out of thin air.
His gaze fixed on the Holy Angel Battle Sword covered in crimson, with an indescribable excitement on his face.
"Ronadell?!"
After the appearance of the Master of Fallen Angels, the figure of the Weeping Blood Saint Master suddenly condensed in front of the Holy Angel Battle Sword.
You could see the opponent tightly gripping the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
Both of them had descended in their true forms!
The Master of Fallen Angels slightly raised his head, looking down with a gaze.
"Weeping Blood Saint Master, thank you for helping me activate my weapon..."
"Now, there's one more thing I want to ask of you."
His tone was calm and emotionless, as if discussing what to eat tomorrow.
The Weeping Blood Saint Master felt nothing but a chilling sensation.
