The angels flapped their wings of light and flew toward Arfin City. The final battle had finally begun.
Some of the angels bravely charged into the city and engaged the Voidwalkers in melee combat. Others hovered in the air and aimed their longswords at the enemies below. They fired powerful light cannons at the Voidwalkers, suppressing the Voidwalkers with their long-range firepower. Soon, the Voidwalkers were reduced to rubble, and Arfin City was destroyed beyond recognition.
Because the war of the gods came too suddenly, and the speed of the angels was beyond imagination, this caused the Void side to be a little chaotic at the beginning of the battle. They had just recovered from the attack of the natural disaster, and immediately faced the fierce enemies. It was really a little overwhelmed. Soon, they were separated by the angels who forcibly rushed in, and they fell into a disadvantageous situation of fighting on their own.
On top of that, they had to cover the retreat of some students, which made the situation even worse.
The angels' first target was the enemy's leader, the First Walker. The scorching light blades slashed at the First Walker's body, not giving him any time to chant.
The Archmage, on the other hand, seemed to have given up on resisting. He did not react at all and allowed the light blades to pierce through his body.
Then, the Archmage's body exploded, and the purple light beams that even the First Walker was afraid of burst forth. The few angels closest to the Archmage were instantly riddled with holes. They struggled in the air and screamed in agony that they should not have. Divine power gushed out of their bodies like a fountain, and they turned into dazzling torches that burned brightly before they finally turned into ashes.
This time, they weren't as lucky as their two companions. Due to the start of the Divine War, the Angels of Death were no longer able to enjoy the benefits of returning to the Divine Realm. If they died, they would truly die, vanishing like mortals. In fact, even their souls had nowhere to go and could only silently dissipate in the mortal world. They wouldn't be able to report their enemies' methods and their own experiences to the Archangels.
The Archmage's body was nothing more than a clone. Once it was destroyed, it would spit out a purple light beam that was effective against the angels. It was very sinister! And he had already prepared for this when the angels set off.
"We've really been completely underestimated …" The Magician who had already hidden in a house said disdainfully. He was definitely an elder who had been through hundreds of battles, and he liked to personally lead the army and even personally go into battle. It could be said that no one knew a Magician's way of survival better than him. These angels who did not have much actual combat experience would only be toyed to death if they played with him.
After that, he used short-distance teleportation to shuttle to various hidden corners and secretly shot the insensible angels with magic. He no longer looked like an upright mage, but more like an assassin?
It had only been an hour since the start of the battle, and as many as 30 angels had died in his hands? It could be said to be a very brilliant battle result, but he himself was not very satisfied with it.
"The efficiency is too low. Isn't anyone going to cover me? I want to release a more powerful spell, so I need a longer preparation time. These birdmen definitely won't let me get what I want. " The Archmage ran carefully through the alleyway, asking for help from the other Voidwalkers. "We can't split up! We have to gather!"
"The students are not done yet," the Cleric Walker said. "There are five students trapped in the underground fortification on Strawberry Street. Can anyone go help them?"
"I'll go …" the Warrior Walker replied calmly.
"Wahhh! Who's going to help me? " The Engineer Walker replied in a panicked voice. Most of his belongings had been destroyed by Nature's Wrath, and he only had a few marionettes left. They were not good at aerial combat, and they were no match for the angel. Naturally, they were in a tough battle. He had taken out a lot of items from his storage pouch, but most of them were useless. He had no choice but to sacrifice his marionettes to stall the angel so that his students could escape.
At the same time, the Blacksmith Walker's voice rang out. "Where are the perverts from the two churches? My Second Commander is injured! Quick, help me heal him! "
Aren't you guys good at bullying the believers? Why can't you see it when you're in a tough fight? The Archmage Walker was speechless. Reluctantly, he activated another of his trump cards. The dragon knights that he had been suppressing all this while entered the battlefield through the teleportation portal and began to fight the angels.
"Brave heirs! Receive my blessing! Together with me, we shall rule this sky! " Mordred, or to be precise, the baby metal dragon on Mordred's back spoke passionately. At the same time, it flapped its wings, and a halo spread out from its chest. The dragons that had just joined the battle and were still a little afraid of the angels were instantly invigorated. They pounced on the angels in the air as if they were injected with chicken blood, wrestling with the angels in the air. The combat squads on the backs of the dragons were also forced to attack the angels in a completely different state from their training, sharing the pressure with their companions.
However, for reasons known to all, the Divine Dragon's blessing did not have much practical effect. It was mainly a form of recognition, which meant that the dragons' combat power did not increase much. The addition of the air force only served to buy time, and the overall situation did not improve much.
"This doesn't look good!" The Soul Armature Practitioner said in a deep voice. He had already released the summoned beasts he had prepared. These beasts were effective against normal humans, but they were no match for the angels, who were a notch higher in terms of attack, defense, and recovery. To cover the Astrologer Walker's retreat, the tall and mighty land dragon, Agu, had already been killed by the angels. It did not last long enough to transform into Miga.
"The point is, they're moving the stars again. It's very likely that they're going to unleash some ultimate attack! Can't we find a way to solve this? " The Astrologer Walker said as he rolled on the ground. One of the angels that targeted him did not seem to want to fight the summoned beasts that were protecting him. Instead, it chose to fly into the sky and bombard the angels with long-range laser cannons. This gave the Astrologer Walker the chance to roll on the ground like a rat. If the angels had fought hand-to-hand, the Astrologer Walker would have been cut in half.
"What else can we do?" The Soul Armature Practitioner said helplessly. "I don't have any summoned beasts that can shatter the stars!"
At this point, the angels had the upper hand in the battle. They had the absolute advantage in numbers. Most of the human soldiers had been killed, and the remaining students had become a burden to the Voidwalkers, making it difficult for them to focus on the battle. It seemed like the outcome of the battle was already decided.
"The War of Divinities is going to be easier than I expected." Paimon, who did not join the battle immediately, sighed in relief. "The True God on the other side did not activate his Authority again."
"They're already struggling at death's door. Once I reposition the stars and let the holy light shine on the battlefield again, they won't stand a chance anymore," Archangel Paar said excitedly as he raised his longsword to move the stars.
Being able to easily win a divine war was extremely beneficial to both their masters and themselves. This meant that their masters could share Nehemiah's authority and obtain greater power and a higher status. Just think about the domineering authority of interfering with reality through prophecy! They were about to have their own masters!
Now that the angels had the upper hand in the battle, their combat prowess would increase exponentially under the holy light's illumination. With the addition of the angels who had yet to join the battle, the two Archangels had reason to believe that victory was within their grasp.
How could the Angels lose? There was no way they would lose! It was a sure win!
The Voidwalkers were in desperate need of some time to regroup and reorganize their forces. They also needed to make sure that the students were safe. As long as they had a small window of opportunity, they might be able to take on the angels without an Archangel. However, the angels did not intend to give them the chance.
Attie the Kitty Cat Maid, who had been guarding Noirciel all this while, did nothing to help the Voidwalkers. Instead, she rolled around on the ground, raised her hands above her head to mimic cat ears, or clenched them into cat paws, and licked the back of her hands. She was just acting cute!
No one knew if she was scared out of her wits or if she was trying to use her cuteness as a weapon against the angels.
The angels were just like some of the gentlemen in the room. Eight of them were attracted by her cuteness and surrounded her from the sky as if they were watching the Kitty Cat Maid's last act. They did not even rush to attack. Instead, they held their weapons in front of their chests and looked vigilant.
Could acting cute really be used as a weapon?
Attie, who was surrounded by her enemies, was on the verge of tears. After a few more rolls on the ground, she curled up like a kitten and started to tremble. It was then that the voice she had been waiting for a thousand years rang in her ears.
"The ceremony is complete. Let us begin!"
"Yes! War God! " Attie jumped up from the ground like a carp, the War God's Sword in her hand glowing with three colors. However, she did not swing it to kill the angels who were enjoying her shameful act. Instead, she closed her eyes, raised the War God's Sword, and pressed her petite body against it.
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