Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Time to Call Me the Demon King; Pride, Overload!

The Black Knight speaking at this moment was somewhat trying to lighten the atmosphere, but the current mood clearly had no need for any adjustment at all.

Before Pride stood angels filling the sky, a golden ocean. At this moment, the only black motorcycle quietly parked beside him was indeed too conspicuous.

"Hey! Woman over there, how about giving me a coat of gold paint?"

The Black Knight called out mockingly to the Death Messenger in the sky, while simultaneously, the cannon barrel beside its front wheel suddenly spat flames, firing a shot at Him.

The compressed energy shell exploded right before the other's eyes, but in the Death Messenger's current energy state, it naturally caused no harm.

An invisible light flashed before her, effortlessly dissipating all attacks.

But this single shot represented the Black Knight's provocation and attitude.

At this moment, its attitude was "Sin's" attitude!

The Death Messenger casually waved her hand before her, dispersing the distorted light caused by the energy, and spoke:

As she spoke, she lowered her head to look at Pride beside the Black Knight.

Coincidentally, Pride also chose this moment to look up, and their eyes met directly.

"Not bad." Pride nodded, surprisingly, his attitude was unusually calm, as if he felt nothing about the dramatic changes before him.

"Anything else?"

But in an unnoticed corner, the hand gripping the battle axe was actually trembling slightly!

"Haha! Not bad? You certainly know how to talk."

"Hmm, there really is something else!"

After thinking for a moment, she decided now wasn't the time to squeeze things out bit by bit like toothpaste.

There was no need to gradually increase strength based on the opponent's power level anymore. It was better to directly unleash the full benefits of the Saint faction after sealing all Beacons.

Although she really wanted to torment him, she did have a mission to complete, so crushing him outright was preferable.

Thinking this, the Death Messenger spread her arms wide, facing the sky that was about to enter night.

"Hehe, I should thank you for coming up with this 'Saint Lord' title."

"Heaven's sun shines brightly!"

With a furious roar, intense light erupted from the Death Messenger as the center, bursting toward the sky!

Then, a scene somewhat familiar to both the Sun and Lu Ce appeared.

In the sky, the stars reversed, night was instantly flipped over, and a crimson sun was rotated into position!

The world that was about to enter night instantly brightened, becoming daytime, reaching high noon!

Under the blazing sun's radiance, all angels and Saints became enveloped in a halo, their auras climbing once again.

Meanwhile, the figure with the golden mask was suppressed even more severely, his aura so dim it had reached its lowest point of the day.

"Hmm, fighting the Devil King is naturally better at high noon."

"You, come here." The Death Messenger crooked a finger toward a New Saint.

The other person froze momentarily. After all, they were previously the most fanatical, spiritually obsessed believers!

"This is the Saint Lord's command." The Death Messenger added.

After a few seconds of hesitation, that New Saint still lowered his head and slowly flew over!

The Death Messenger raised her hand, and the Saint immediately bowed, letting that hand hover above his head.

Beneath that hand, his entire aura began to climb wildly, even automatically manifesting a complete set of golden armor.

His strength had been inexplicably raised by an entire level.

"I heard you have a prophecy."

"That by following the Saints, you can find a turning point for this world, correct?"

"Now, you are already a Saint. I tell you in the name of the Saint Lord."

"Kill the Devil King, and the turning point you await will arrive!"

Her voice was gentle, like a special form of brainwashing.

The other's eyes wavered for a moment, then he lowered his head and said:

"Yes!"

Jiang Yuan:......

Jiang Yuan's eyes showed struggle as he watched those colleagues he had awakened. He now completely didn't know what was real, what was right.

As if all his strength had been drained, he turned to look at Pride.

"Saint Lord......"

"Haha." Pride laughed freely, completely unconcerned about this "betrayal."

The smile on the golden mask began to gradually widen. Holding the battle axe, he took a step back, adopting a power-gathering stance.

"The roles have reversed."

"I think the story He just told was quite good..."

"It seems now, perhaps I should be called the Devil King!"

The battle axe swept through the sky, creating a sound like a rocket's sonic boom that exploded through the air.

"Very well..."

The Death Messenger couldn't see his expression clearly now, but she could feel his momentum rising.

Snorting coldly, she wouldn't wait for him to finish preparing.

With a casual wave, the densely packed angels high in the sky rapidly dove downward.

With an aura of destroying everything, they pressed forward like a swarm of locusts!

Instantly, Pride was submerged within this terrifying army.

The Death Messenger watched with interest like a high emperor commanding soldiers to charge, observing the cornered beast's struggle.

"Actually, I have a question." A somewhat low voice spoke up. Xie Antong, who had started feeling emotional again, spoke beside Her.

Death Messenger:?

She tilted her head slightly, glancing sideways at Xie Antong.

"You could have completely said he was a demon that needed to be fought and eliminated."

"Why did you proactively call him the Devil King?"

The Death Messenger froze momentarily. This question, she seemed to have never considered at all.

BOOM!

Right at this moment, a tremendous roar echoed through the city, overwhelming all the voices calling for his destruction.

Before them, what seemed like a nuclear explosion occurred, except the light at the explosion's center was a brilliant, bright gold.

The Death Messenger whipped her head around, looking ahead at that aura beginning to climb rapidly, as if a deity had descended!

Of all the angels that had charged forward earlier, few remained intact now. Broken arms, blood-stained wings, shattered armor flew through the air.

And at the explosion's center, a figure flickered in and out of view, accompanied by wild, roaring laughter.

"HAHAHAHA!"

Pride looked up again, his gaze like two lightning bolts that made the Death Messenger's heart tremble.

Now, the golden mask was no longer just a mask, but had completely merged with the face beneath, becoming a golden face.

Pride, Overload!

"Come!"