The priests on the earth felt the sacredness that was getting closer and closer to their heads, and the warm light made them cry. Most of these people might be the moment they took their faith for the rest of their lives.

But Dell and other expeditionary forces' top leaders could see clearly that the angel fell in the sky with golden blood, leaving only a single wing, and he seemed not to be able to adapt to the gravity of the main material world and was adjusting his posture.

Every time you flap your wings, you will bring up a large piece of golden blood, rendering a beautiful luster in the air, and then turn into the purest holy light and melt into the sky.

The old pastor also shed tears, which was regret for incompetence, confession to the gods, and touched by sacrifice.

Dell clenched his fists, and when he saw the angel being blocked, Dell breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not that he no longer believed in the Lord of Dawn devoutly, but when he saw that the god he believed in had not become omniscient and omnipotent as he saw in his dreams, and that there were other forces that could restrain him, Dale felt himself relaxing.

His faith became even more stable. Dale's heartfelt hope was that the god he believed in maintained the status quo. The new Lord of Dawn that he saw in his dream made him shudder whenever he woke up.

"Great Lord of the Morning, may you always be as warm and not aggressive, bright and not dazzling as the rising sun, and every time you return to the world, you will bring light, as pure as a newborn baby." Before the angel came to the ground, Dell prayed in a small voice that only he could hear.

There is an invisible barrier, and the great Lord of Dawn cannot hear his faint voice at all.

"Xu, can we deal with that thing?" Vitoria, of Germanic descent, had no respect for the angels. In their myths and legends, the Valkyrie who rides and the battlefield is the object of respect.

No matter which world is in, this kind of bird man with two wings on his back is not a good character to deal with.

They are players who can be arrogant and look at the indigenous people with a superior perspective. Even if the gods come in person, these players cannot surrender.

But the body can be destroyed. In the face of absolute power, the only fig leaf left by players is the only spirit.

"I have dealt with armed helicopters before, but it's the first time I have winged ones." Vitoria drank leisurely, her tone full of expectations for an unknown powerful enemy.

But Yang Yuefan was not so indifferent. If a creature that could not resist at this stage really appeared, it would be difficult for them to keep the [Mechanical Heart], especially if the other party could fly, the danger would increase significantly.

Xu Yichen looked at the [Deception] in his hand and began to miss his 75th.

However, when he was serving, even when he went deep into the enemy's back, Xu Yichen had always been the one with air supremacy. From orbital strikes, to the air support force he lived in twenty-four hours, to the drone carried by the team, he had never been troubled by the enemy's air force.

"Let the civilians enter the bunker, the next war will not be controlled by us." The Demon Hunter gave an order to Li Huamei.

Li Huamei did not argue about command this time. The scene of the angel coming before caused a great impact on this proud daughter.

Not only her, but Li Xuanbai's face began to look ugly. Since the angel appeared, the connection between Wangxiangcheng and the Witch King was completely interrupted.

The power belonging to the gods disturbed the magic array in the dark, and both the communication array and the teleportation array became unstable.

The gods and the witch kings have had more than once in a thousand years. The witch kings are progressing, and the gods have not stood still. They have found a way to interfere with the power of magic.

They can not only create a forbidden motorcycle space and a dead magic area, but also interfere with the operation of magic energy on a large scale at the macroscopic level.

Of course, this interference is aimed at those complex and exquisite advanced magic. Rookies like Luo Yan cannot even feel this interference.

The rookie mage is currently receiving education from half-elves. They plan to set a trap for white-skinned players on the other street, but the caster's poor casting skills are despised by the half-elves.

Having seen the witch casting spells as freely as water and the heavy armored mage of the Iron Al clan, Radia's vision was also infinitely raised. He could hardly understand how this human mage could make such a hard time setting a fireball!

"I need you to prepare your spells in advance and release them directly when I shoot archery. There is no time for you to chant spells on the battlefield, and those extraordinary people will not wait for you to stand in place like green skins to cast spells." Ladia roared at the spellcaster in a low voice. His hearing inherited from the elves' bloodline told him that the team of extraordinary people who had attacked them before was in a room on the next street.

"Sorry, I can't do it!" Luo Yan shook his head. In his eyes, magic was full of orderly beauty like mathematics. Every node and every magic mark are regular geometric figures. Maybe someone can cast spells by relying on instinct, but he is from the academy.

If possible, Luo Yan would rather study the mystery of magic in a quiet, incense-burning, cushioned quiet room, rather than using corpses as mats on ruined streets, using green-skinned roars to destroy life with magical art.

But Luo Yan still came to the responsibility of the citizen and was willing to pay a lot of money for it.

"But I have a scroll that resists the fire ring, which should meet your needs." Even the mage, Luo Yan felt a little painful when he took out the scroll. This was the only magic scroll he found from the magic tower that could still be used.

"You know the price of this thing, don't waste it, we will have this opportunity!" The mage grabbed the other end of the scroll and was reluctant to let go.

But the half-elf snatched the scroll without mercy. With the half-elf bloodline in her body, Ladia is also a half-baked magic sensitive person who can barely activate the scroll: "Believe me, this time, if your friends can survive, your good days will come!"

As soon as the half-elves finished speaking, a light golden figure flew over their heads, because the speed was too fast, causing a whirring wind on the street, and the dust in the sky made people unable to open their eyes.

It was an angel. He didn't even stop on the temporary holy land built by the paladins, but went straight to the direction of the demon hunter.

The half-elf looked at the traces left by the angel in the air and asked hesitantly: "Why don't you wait anymore. If your friends don't survive, your previous investment will be wasted."
Chapter completed!