On the day of the angel's arrival, many things were destined to be recorded, such as the feud between the Church and the Void, the holy and majestic figure of the angel, and the holy light that could cure all kinds of diseases.
However, these were only recorded in Isythre. What would be remembered the most, what would be looked up to by countless planes in the world, was the light that shone when the star shattered.
All the creatures in the planes looked up at the sky at that moment, enjoying the brief, indescribable, magnificent scene.
Ignatsu, the famous writer, emotional scholar, and otaku minstrel, wrote in his diary, "That was the most beautiful light I've ever seen in my life. Although it was as short as the epiphyllum, it was so beautiful, so gorgeous. It overshadowed the holy light of the angel. It was a salute for our great cause. It was our roar and roar to the high and mighty gods!"
The pope, who was far away in the Holy City of Canningham, also noticed the light of the star shattering. However, he did not expect such a crazy move as breaking the star. He simply thought it was a sign that the angel was about to arrive. The believers thought the same, so their hymns became louder and their prayers became more devout.
In the end, nothing happened. An hour later, more than 100,000 believers in the Holy City of Canningham heard the news that the angel had arrived in Shansa City.
The atmosphere became very awkward. The ceremony that they had spent so much effort to prepare, the decorations, and the atmosphere that they had created were all wasted. While they were waiting, a gate made of light suddenly appeared in the sky above Shansa City, which had been destroyed by Grant's self-destruction.
No one knew why the angel chose to come directly to the front line. Maybe they were in a hurry? But it was not necessarily a bad thing. At least the pope could accept it. It was obvious that the angel cared a lot about the war. If they came one by one, they would not have to worry about wasting time on the ceremony. They could join the war as soon as possible!
However, Shansa City did not prepare the host of the angel in advance. Who would be honored enough to be chosen by the angel?
In the end, Archbishop Austin and the leader of the paladins, Saint Zachary, were the lucky ones. As they knelt on the ground and prayed, their bodies suddenly glowed with golden light, and they slowly floated into the sky. The robes they wore for the ceremony were replaced by shining golden armor, and wings of light appeared on their backs.
The angel had chosen these two as his host, which meant that the situation that Baiyi did not want to face had happened. A bearded angel and an eight-pack angel …
What the Voidwalkers did not want to face had happened. Not only were the two leaders of the Church chosen by the angels, but the Crusaders, Paladins, and even the most powerful and devout of the clergy were also chosen. They flew into the sky and formed their own wings. Almost the entire sky above Shansa City was covered in wings.
The Voidwalkers, who had just dealt with the threat of the anti-magic spell, quickly climbed up the city wall and looked at the magnificent sight of wings of light in the distance. The Archmage voiced out the first thought that came to everyone's mind. "It's like we're going to start a team dungeon … The screen is full of pigeons …"
Although the Archmage's words were exaggerated, the Voidwalkers still looked as if they were facing a formidable foe, especially after the enemy had attacked them all over the place. They did not dare to underestimate the power of the angel.
"Let's hope that the people we've sent out are effective in harassing them." The Archmage counted the number of pigeons — no, the number of wings — in the distance. There were thirty-three angels there.
When all thirty-three angels had descended, they assumed the angel's original form, with wings on their backs and white blindfolds around their eyes. They looked holy, majestic, and powerful. Every single one of them should be looked up to and worshipped by mortals.
They flew around Shansa City, and with the golden light surrounding them, the dilapidated city suddenly became magnificent, as if it was in the realm of the gods.
The first two angels to descend on the Archbishop and the Captain flew up into the sky, raised their heads, and spoke in a clear voice.
"I am Paimon, the Archangel of Tyram, the God of Time."
"I am Paal, the Archangel of Clarion, the God of Nature."
"I am Paal, the Archangel of Clarion, the God of Nature." "I am here to punish the sinners, to bring justice to those who covet my authority!"
"Those who believe in us, listen to us, humbly present yourself to us, and bravely follow us to defeat the enemy."
"Where the light is, the power of the Lord is!"
The two of them sang in unison, and their voices were not only transmitted to the believers below, but also to the believers in every corner of the city. The golden light that had been projected earlier automatically began to filter out the true believers who were willing to fight for their faith. The light enveloped their bodies and formed a layer of golden armor.
The believers seemed to have been brainwashed. They stood up from the ground and rushed to the nearest teleportation portal, intending to rush to Shansa City and fight for the angels.
The next enemy of the Voidwalkers was an army! Moreover, it was an invincible legion led by angels and equipped with Light Cast Armor. Just as the oracle they conveyed to the Pope had said, they would be invincible!
Paal, the Archangel, pulled out what looked like a broken scepter from his pocket and turned to look at his comrades.
"This is the last of Bella's authority in the realm of the gods. We must be careful," another Archangel reminded him in a low voice.
"Then our army will need more time to gather." Paimon glanced at the ant-like crowd out of the corner of his eye, put away his scepter, and added, "Humans are always slow."
"Don't worry. We have plenty of time," Paal said calmly. Baal said calmly. He drew a longsword forged from light from his waist and pointed it at Arfin City. "Andromalius, Dantalin, go and claim victory for us. Our enemies are bathed in the divine light, and they are weak." Baal's voice was calm as he spoke.
Suddenly, the two angels who had been called flew out from the crowd of angels and headed for Arfin City. The believers, who had donned their golden armor, rose to their feet and followed the two angels to the enemy's lair.
"Oh? They actually sent two of them over? " The Archmage Archmage looked at the two pairs of wings of light that were closing in on them. "They have the upper hand, and yet they still want to test the waters? They're more cautious than I expected … "
"Watch me shoot them down!" The Fairy Walker, who had just won the battle with Little Three, volunteered.
"There's no need to rush. You shouldn't use your power like this." The Archmage Archmage waved his hand to stop the Fairy Walker. "Let this old thing take the lead."
The Archmage Archmage raised his staff, and his robe billowed. Three magical formations appeared on top of his head, in front of his chest, and under his feet.
It looked powerful, but the whole process of casting the spell did not take long. It did not seem like a powerful spell. After the Magician quickly finished chanting the spell, he even commented with interest, "As expected, the magic circle is really handy …"
As soon as he finished, the three magical formations on his body gathered in front of his chest and fired a purple ray at the approaching angel.
The light looked very simple and not gorgeous, but it was extremely fast. In an instant, it arrived in front of the angel.
"Weak," the angel said calmly. At the same time, he raised the sword in his hand and held it horizontally in front of his chest, preparing to block the ray of light.
In the end, the ray of light had an incredible penetrative power, easily piercing through the sword of light and piercing through his throat.
If an ordinary person were to have their vitals pierced through, they would have most likely died. However, that angel continued to hover in the air, calmly reaching out to touch the wound. It did not seem to care at all. This kind of injury could be instantly healed with just a little bit of power.
However, when he was about to use his divine power, he suddenly realized something was wrong. There was a strange feeling coming from the wound — pain.
"This …" The angel, who had experienced pain for the first time, had a surprised and puzzled expression on his face. His body automatically covered his neck against his will and began to twitch uncontrollably. His whole body fell from the sky …
When he fell to the ground with a thud, the gorgeous figure had long disappeared, and he had turned back into an ordinary crusader. Dark red blood slowly oozed from the wound on his throat, and soon, he lost all signs of life.
The angel who came with him looked at the scene in confusion. He couldn't understand why his comrade would be struck down by such a weak attack. Was there something wrong with the ritual?
Just as he was hesitating, the second ray of purple ray accurately pierced through his skull. He quickly experienced what his comrade had felt, and he fell to the ground in an even more humiliating manner, becoming a second corpse.
The believers who were chasing after the angel on the ground suddenly fell to the ground. Shocked, they quickly chased after the angel, but they didn't see the angel. All they saw were two strange corpses …
"Haha! Looks like my [Eye Splitting Stab] is a success! It's really powerful! "The Archmage said to the Soul Armature Practitioner beside him.
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