The warm sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves.
The scenery of Angel Island is very beautiful. There are four seasons all year round and the temperature is like spring. There is no summer or winter here, only spring and autumn. It is precisely because of this that the Angels understand the birth and death of life very well.
They are kind-hearted, strong-willed, and each one of them is a real man.
It is already the second day set by Loambas.
Naturally, there is no news of the Wings of Lucifer. Since yesterday, all the Angels have been reading ancient books and looking for him.
But they all know that once the time is up. In the end, Angel Island would face destruction.
Facing the terrifying Loambas with a bounty of 1.1 billion berries, they have no hope. Not to mention the three terrifying generals under his command, each one of them is a big pirate with a bounty of 600 to 700 million berries. He alone is enough to destroy the entire Angel Island.
This is a strong man who is qualified to compete with the group of people who are in the limelight at this time. Although his body is not huge and he doesn't seem to have thick muscles, his strength is deep in the hearts of the people in the New World.
No one wants to provoke such a strong man, and no one wants to argue with such an old pirate.
"The Wings of Lucifer, it is certain that he is no longer on Angel Island. It seems that the patriarch has prepared in advance."
An old man sighed, his expression was slightly relieved.
If the Wings of Lucifer was really on Angel Island, then they really couldn't be sure of the consequences. Will someone abandon the teachings of their ancestors because they can't bear the suffering of waiting for death, or because of their attachment to life, and give this inheritance to others?
Even he can't be sure about all this. Because just before, this thought flashed in his mind.
"This is also good, after all, Angel Island didn't lose its inheritance."
Another Angel old man nodded.
At this time, in this small courtyard, most of the Angels gathered. Some of them wanted to say something but stopped, some looked gloomy, and some looked desperate, as if waiting for death to come.
In general, the atmosphere at this time is not good. Everyone knows that their lives are not far from withering, so how can they be in a good mood?
At this moment, a figure stepped in.
After seeing who it was, the eyes of the angels flashed.
"Shamra, you are here."
The old man who started to speak said.
"Grand Elder."
Shamra nodded and walked to the center of the crowd.
He looked around, taking in the expressions of his clansmen. His heart twisted with pain. Their expressions of despair and disappointment made him feel like he was about to collapse.
"I've let everyone down!"
Shamra took a deep breath and bowed deeply to express his most sincere apology to everyone present.
The hearts of the angels trembled, and some of them even began to wipe away tears.
"Patriarch, we all understand. You don't have to be like this. Please get up!"
The First Elder let out a long sigh and said softly.
"It's me who made everyone fall into this abyss of despair. I'm not a good patriarch, I'm just a selfish person!"
Shamra shouted. Her voice was sobbing.
If he handed over the Wings of Lucifer, perhaps everyone on Angel Island would be saved. However, for the sake of the strong obsession in his heart, for the sake of the ancestor's words, and even more for the sake of his own child, he had completely deprived himself of this hope of life.
"Alright, Shamra, no one is blaming you! This is the legacy of our ancestors, and we, the younger generation, should naturally follow it. "
The First Elder said in a deep voice.
"The most important problem now is how to deal with the upcoming disaster!"
The First Elder looked around at his clansmen and said.
He knew that the morale of his clansmen was definitely not high in the current situation. However, no matter what, they had to resist. Being captured without putting up a fight and being slaughtered was not something an angel should do.
Their ancestors were hardworking and brave. They had opened up a new land and led them to a new life. Therefore, how could they, the descendants, disgrace their ancestors?
"First Elder, there's a problem with your question."
A low voice sounded. A young angel stepped forward. He glanced at Shamra, who was bowing, and his eyes trembled slightly.
"How do we deal with this disaster? Do we have a choice?
Isn't the only choice left for us angels to fight? "
The second half of the sentence was spoken in a sonorous and forceful manner.
"Also, our Patriarch, now is not the time for you to repent.
If you really feel guilty about the lives of your clansmen, then you should pull yourself together and lead us to victory in this war! "
The forceful words made the hearts of the angels tremble. They began to gather their spirits.
Shamra's entire body trembled. He said in a low voice, "Sharon."
Sharon was the only son of his elder brother. His elder brother had unfortunately died in the first round of Loambas' massacre.
"Many of our brothers and sisters here had their loved ones killed by those demons.
This hatred can only be resolved with blood.
Therefore, from the start, we had no choice! "
Sharon's eyes burst into flames as he roared with hatred.
"Uncle Shamra, if you're still a man, if you still have Auntie in your heart, then please pick up the weapon in your hand and lead us to fight!"
These words directly hit Shamra. His wife had died at the hands of Loambas.
Shamra tightly closed his eyes and clenched his fists. However, he did not make a sound.
"The clansmen here chose you to be the Patriarch because you were the most outstanding warrior in our clan back then. You were also the wisest scholar!
If we have any hope of winning, then the only hope is you, Uncle Shamra! "
Sharon yelled.
The Great Elder nodded. He agreed with this sentence.
The clansmen of Angel Island were not ordinary civilians. They were born with a magical talent and powerful combat ability. They were not lambs to be slaughtered. Shamra was the most talented among his batch back then.
Once, the previous Patriarch had the intention to let him eat the inheritance item, the Wings of Lucifer. He became the most powerful angel in the past few hundred years!
Back then, Shamra was the strongest among the younger generation!
"Are you not going to avenge Auntie? You want to forget about the death of more than a hundred clansmen? "
Sharon yelled again.
Shamra's entire body trembled violently. After three seconds, he finally could not stand it anymore. He suddenly straightened his body and roared at the sky.
"An eye for an eye!"
His eyes were filled with anger. The wings on his back buzzed and suddenly expanded. After spreading them, they were five to six meters long!
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