Beyonita just used extremely rough techniques to kill the last angel. The flesh and blood under the angel's white porcelain skin was splattered all over the ground. Although the blood soon evaporated into golden spots, the smell of rosemary still covered her hair, almost overwhelming the perfume of diamond lily she used. She inserted a long knife into the angel's marble face and stomped the gold ornaments decorated on the armor with high heels. "The little boy said he was going to the sky?" she asked, "Have he asked us for help?"

"I don't think that thing can stump him." Joan of Arc turned his wrist to relieve the pain caused by the previous attack of the angel. "When did you worry about him like a mother? I remember this is Miranda's job. Your little boy is crying in the sky. Are you going to feed him?"

Beyonetta laughed, "When did you become so irritable, Joan of Arc?"

"Maybe it started when I didn't cut off the angel's head." Joan of Arc breathed, "Fortunately we didn't adopt his stupid advice. If we used a bomb gun, I wouldn't have only soft tissue bruises."

The head of the snake-shaped superior angel is nearly ten meters high, with its exposed sharp metal fangs fitting tightly, reflecting the sunlight above the clouds. The elegant streamlined body is covered with gems and halos, the geometric metal wings and rubies are inlaid on the top of the head, and the watches with complex patterns all show the perfection of this creature.

This is a giant. Compared with it, Salomon's is like a newly born kitten, but the upper angel retreated like a natural enemy when he saw him, trying to escape from Salomon's pursuit. The only threatening is the few intermediate power angels accompanying the superior angel. The jet pack behind Salomon sprayed a scorching cone flame, pushing him to pounce towards the snake-shaped superior angel in front of him. At least five intermediate angels and a large number of lower angels stepped forward to stop him, but in front of Salomon who had untied the holy marks and the gradually lit up holy sword, the intermediate angels could not last long.

"Stop!" The superior angel has enough intellectuality to be able to communicate and think.

The face of the serpentine angel was located below the head, like a cobra, which also stood upright like a cobra, flapping its deformed wings and golden claws. No matter how it was, no matter how urgent the situation was, the voice of the angel remained quiet and peaceful, with a sense of tranquility and sublime, and even a high chant chorus in the void. When Salomon penetrated the white porcelain skin and bright red flesh of the intermediate angels and lower angels, and knocked open the clouds with the smell of rosemary, the superior angels immediately shouted.

"We can talk. We only have the witch of Ambra!"

Salomon responded with the pouring bomb.

Unlike the explosive bombs used by others, the explosive bombs he used were all alchemy products made by him by himself. The engraved runes can enhance his chance of hitting. The alloy materials used by those warheads also contain trace amounts of vibrator. Under the action of high-explosion, the bullet body can even drill a small penetration injury on the body of the superior angel, causing a cavity effect and messing up its internal organs. Although the superior angel can heal quickly, even if the superior angel has resistance to attribute attacks, the pain caused by the enchanted explosive bombs is not so easily dispelled. What's more, every bullet hitting the serpentine superior angel will burst out with flames and lightning, and the bone powder of the black magic creature is even more poisonous to the upper plane creatures.

Similarly, he also has explosive bombs made of metal mixed with upper planes, which can be replaced according to the situation. If the witch didn't hate the roughness of explosive guns, he would even want to replace them with such strong and durable guns. If the alchemy materials were not too expensive, he would also want to replace such warheads for all the Immortal City armed personnel.

The jet engine faithfully performed its duties, pushing Salomon to roar like a meteor into the marble face of the superior angel.

"Did you see it?"

"Of course I saw it." Beyonita stepped on a little angel to death, and stood on tiptoe and looked at the Midtown area across the river bank. No one could ignore the huge figure falling from the sky. The witches' vision and magic made them see more clearly, including the blood that burst out from the superior angel. The blood spread into the air like a light rain. The residents of Brooklyn and Queens were surprised to find that they suddenly smelled the rich rosemary. If someone compared the temperature in Manhattan and Brooklyn, they would find that the temperature in some neighborhoods of Brooklyn increased by at least two degrees Celsius, because the superior angel was bleeding.

"You will pay the price for the actions you disgusting creatures before!"

Salomon swung his sword and sword, methodically using the sword blade and explosion to cut open the blood and flesh of the superior angel, peeling off the skin and muscles. He activated the jet pack from time to time to avoid the angel's huge metal claws, and let the superior angel's metal claws grab the white porcelain skin comparable to high-intensity alloy and the blood-red armor inlaid with gold. He was covered with rosemary-smelling angel blood, and the blood evaporated into golden light spots. He was also glowing, and the hot holy sword and the hot holy marks worked together to let him stroll in the courtyard and slowly kill the superior angel, deeply implanting the concept of pain into this soul. Even if he knew that the superior angel would never be resurrected, and would never come to the real plane.

Some lucky or unlucky guys who have not had time to evaporate blood on their heads will find that the chronic diseases and pains that have been plaguing them will suddenly heal, while some originally healthy bodies will inexplicably suffer from cancer due to out-of-control cell proliferation. The latter is more difficult to detect, but the former, such as blind people's recovery and lame recovery, are more obvious. So soon some more devout guys will declare that they have been inspired by God to "save the United States, restore the order of Protestants, kill homosexuals and blacks, and Mexican smugglers." Or "destroy the United States, restore the order of Protestants, kill homosexuals, blacks, and Mexican smugglers."

The difference between the two is actually not big.

But that's what happened later. Now the future popes are running away because the witches' fighting venue has come from Williamsburg to the Green Point community. Most of the Polish immigrants living here have a large number of restaurants, bars and live music venues, not many high-rise buildings, and the most are warehouses rented by poor artists.

This gives the witches room to show their strength.

"It seems he's doing a good job." Beyonita turned around quickly and shot behind him. The bullet hit the marble face of a superior angel. Not long ago, the same type of angel tried to siege the witch, but was killed by Salomon with its own giant sword. The witch was very satisfied that such an opponent had not completely died. If all the superior angels were killed by Salomon, how could she be a cowgirl at night in the future?

Just as the angel of wisdom swung his huge sword, the huge arm weaving and summoned by black hair suddenly punched forward. Lady Butterfly, who was the demon of Beyonetta's contract, urged Beyonetta to summon her again, but the witch habitually ignored this urging.
Chapter completed!