"Garuda Awakens. []" Sanjati jumped into the air and transformed into a huge monster with the body of a bird and the head of a bird. With its eagle wings spread out, its body was more than two meters high.
After the two awakened, Ming stood between them, as if waiting for the latter's order.
At this moment, Ming raised his eyes and looked at the sky, but said nothing, as if he was deep in thought.
Faisal opened his arms, and the nine beauties behind him slowly poured water from the golden pot onto his body.
"The Sand Demon Awakens."
As the crystal water flowed down the snow-white body, Faisal's skin suddenly turned yellowish and dry, like sand, with slight cracks. The moment it completely turned into sand, the whole person instantly collapsed and shattered into
Several tiny grains of sand were scattered in the air, but the sand soon condensed into a stream, sweeping into the air like a sandstorm, and instantly wrapped several angels in it. In the chaotic flow of sand, only blood and feathers fell.
Under the fall of thousands of angels, the apostles immediately fell into panic. Even the senior members of the first generation could not face such a large number of ancient awakeners, and the total number of the first generation apostles of the four Zhouxu was only a few hundred.
As soon as several apostles rushed out of the water, they were immediately surrounded by dozens of angels. Four of the six were ancient awakeners. They had just awakened at this moment and were torn apart under the attacks of dozens of people.
In such a situation, it was no longer possible to fight with the opponent. In an instant, most of the apostles were killed by the swords of the angel legions. As a last resort, the few apostles who were still alive sent requests to their respective leaders, and after receiving the approval of their respective leaders,
Finally, a few people teleported and disappeared on the ice field.
At this moment, thunder, flames, and blood were mixed in the sky and the earth, and no one could be seen in the confusion. Only the corpses of the apostles lying on the ice, and the angels falling to the ground from the fire and thunder.
As Harold swung his giant hammer, bolts of lightning shot out, blasting several angels in front of him into pieces. After striking the enemy, the lightning struck again and spread to dozens of angels in an instant.
The flames on the ax rotated, splitting apart the angels that kept approaching.
Although these angels are all ancient awakened beings, they are all at the level of lower gods. For the two brothers of the lower gods, it is no longer a problem. On the other side, a rolling yellow sand is also passing by.
All the angels turned into blood.
"Assholes, damn Americans, I will never forgive you!" Harold roared, thunder and lightning surged around him. Although there were hundreds of angels surrounding him, none of them could get close to him.
Scan moved quickly around his brother, blocking long-range attacks from all directions for him. When the two brothers cooperated, they only formed a huge vacuum in the air where fire and thunder intertwined.
"Faisal, how are you?" Harold yelled into the distance.
On the other side of the sky, the swimming stream of sand stopped and turned into the figure of a man. Faisal said calmly, "It's okay."
"Hey, it seems that there are only a few of us left." Harold looked over with a smile. Although he was reckless, he was not stupid. He knew that although the apostles had teleported away, they were already damaged in that moment.
It's quite huge, and it's estimated that only less than half of the people who went back would be there.
When he thinks of those brothers who have lived and died together from the beginning, Harold's roar can be suppressed and rushes to the top of his head. But then again, why does North America have such a large number of gene users of God, and they are all uniform?
Angel genes. As far as I know, the only ones in the other side of Zhouxu who possess angel genes are the seven archangels headed by Alsoton.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Kong. Although he wanted to question Alsoton personally, it seemed that the two men were killing each other fiercely at the moment, and it was not something he could easily get involved in.
Although I don’t know where that kid I’ve never seen before comes from, he’s really not bad at strength.
Although Harold was a little dissatisfied, he could only temporarily turn his attention to the group of angels in front of him. These weak low-level birdmen were only in number, and he could not kill them happily.
A burst of sand suddenly rolled over, swallowing up several angels around him and tearing them into pieces. Harold hurriedly shouted, "Hey, Faisal, you guy, don't steal my business."
The wind and sand stopped behind him, and Feisal's face appeared, and he said in a low voice, "The people from East Asia Zhouxu seem to have left as well."
"Leave?" Harold looked around, and sure enough, there was no sign of Ming and others. He couldn't help but cursed, "What are these guys doing?"
"I don't know, he didn't say hello to anyone when he left," Faisal said.
"Forget it, we are more than enough for these mere birdmen." After Harold finished speaking, a white light suddenly fell in front of his eyes. Where the light gradually dispersed, an angel with six wings on his back was holding a hand.
The sword is pointed at himself.
"Huh? One of the seven archangels?" Harold laughed, "I'm tired of killing these little bastards, so here comes someone who can relieve my boredom."
At the same time, a seraph fell in front of Feisal and Scandi, blocking their way.
In another area of the airspace, three blazing snow-white light pillars penetrated the layers of clouds and mist, streaking straight through the airspace. At the end, they were blocked by the two-edged tri-pointed halberd in the man's hand.
The man wearing a bronze battle armor and holding a two-edged tri-pointed halberd had a twinkling eye above his forehead, and his three eyes were looking at the archangel holding a long sword in the air at the same time.
"It's a bit too naive to think that you can kill all of us here with only seven archangels." Ling Li snorted.
The angel opposite moved his neck, and the six giant wings behind his back flapped, and several white holy lights scattered in the air, and suddenly turned into a bunch of lightsabers and shot towards him.
"Retreat from the True Eye Technique!" He yelled with a sharp voice, and the eyes on his forehead suddenly shot out a ray of light. Under its shroud, the lightsaber suddenly turned into pieces of light mist and dispersed.
"Hmph." The angel on the opposite side bowed and said, "The country's Erlang God Yang Jian is indeed worthy of his reputation."
"Excuse me." Ling Li looked at him and said, "Can I ask why your department betrayed the contract and became our enemy? You and I have fought side by side before. If this is just someone's malicious intention, then you don't have it.
We must adapt to it and continue together.”
"No." The other party shook his head, "We are not following someone's will, or being forced to obey someone. As Alsoton said, all of this is to put the world on the right track."