Ao Feng still didn't understand, and looked at Robben blankly, wanting to know the true use of this feather.

Robben said, "Don't underestimate this feather, he can help you become a real angel!"

"What!" Dylan and Aofeng were both taken aback.

Robben continued to explain: "Of course, your own strength first needs to be worthy of the wings of an angel!"

Dylan and Ao Feng were still a little foggy, but they saw Robben take back the feather from Ao Feng: "Look at it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently crushed the end of the feather, only to see the white angel feather turn around and disappear.

Then, a pair of white wings appeared behind Robben, waving and carrying him into the air.

Dylan and Ao Feng were stunned, it turned out that the seemingly small feather could be transformed into angel wings!

Robben quickly fell back to the ground, his wings disappearing, and the feather appeared in his hand again.

"Keep it safe!" Robben finished speaking, and handed the feather back to Ao Feng, "This thing is really not for me, I still prefer to use lightning!"

Ao Feng put the feather in front of his eyes, looked at it, and then followed the example of Robben, the god of thunder, and gently turned the feather for a while, but found that the feather did not disappear, and the white angel wings did not appear behind his back.

Robben said: "I have just said that only when your strength matches this feather can you sacrifice angel wings. When you reach the peak of your strength, you can sacrifice eight wings, that is, four pairs. At your peak, you might have been able to sacrifice a pair of wings, but now that you have given up all your faith in the Holy Light, your strength has also been affected to a certain extent, so I don't know if you can conjure up wings! ”

Hearing this, Ao Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, indeed, he no longer believes in the Holy Light, and maybe he will not be able to return to the top in this life, but even so, he still has a heart that wants to become stronger.

Who says all paladins have to believe in the Light?

Even without the Holy Light, he can still be a paladin who believes in his own power.

Moreover, after experiencing this great battle, he saw more clearly how arrogant and arrogant the God of Light was.

He didn't know that over the years in the Heavenly God Realm, the power of the Holy Light God had become more and more powerful, because he had a large number of believers in the Heavenly and Earth Realm, and their prayers provided him with continuous faith power, which to a certain extent, enhanced the status and influence of the Holy Light God in this big world.

You must know that in the past few decades, the Garneman Empire has always admired the Holy Light, and the entire empire has continued to expand outward, which has made more and more believers believe in the Holy Light.

Because of this, the current God of Holy Light can be said to be in the limelight in the Heavenly God Realm, and his status is close to that of the God King.

Seeing that the battle had stopped here, Thor Robben said: "You can clean up this mess by yourself, I want to go somewhere, there are some things that need to be dealt with." ”

After saying this, he turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared into the distance.

Dylan looked around, the place was already full of devastation, the ground was uneven, there were many ravines, and I don't know how much manpower and material resources it would take to refill it.

The so-called gods fight, and civilians suffer, I think this is the truth.

Looking at the twin cities not far away, the city walls have collapsed more than half, and many buildings in the city have been damaged to varying degrees, and I don't know if there are any casualties.

However, there should be few casualties, after all, although the Holy Light Prison of the Eight-Winged Angel trapped Dylan and the others, to a certain extent, it also blocked the battle situation, so that the battle inside the battlefield did not have much impact on the outside world.

The few Great Magisters who came from the Violet Countries were all injured to varying degrees, and three of them were seriously injured.

Dylan also went over to heal and comfort them, and in gratitude for the sacrifices they made for the entire Violet Continent, Dylan gave each of them some treasures.

There are codex, secret techniques, weapons, armor, and so on.

Today's Dylan can be said to be wealthy, and the treasure contained in his void ring cannot be used up in his own life, so it is better to give it to these people who have helped him, not only to thank others, but also to form a friendship.

In the future, if you encounter difficulties again, maybe these powerful archmages can also help a little.

Seeing that Dylan was so heroic, those people had a great affection for the young man for a while, and everyone talked about it happily, and finally dispersed in a send-off.

When Dylan came back, Ao Feng couldn't help but smile and asked him, "Isn't it really distressing to send out so many treasures?"

Dylan said nonchalantly: "I'm a shadow magister, although I want to study all kinds of different types of magic, but I don't need so many magic books!

The smile on Ao Feng's face was even stronger: "I found that after you started to control the commercial trade in the past few years, you have become more and more savvy! This time, although you gave away a lot of treasures, it cost a certain amount, but in the long run, it is indeed a good deal to be able to befriend so many great mages. ”

Dylan smiled embarrassedly: "In the past few years, I have indeed gotten used to it!"

Ao Feng looked to the southeast, and there was some worry in his words: "I don't know what happened to Simon's situation? With Kratt's character, this time Simon ruined his plan, Kratt will never let Simon go easily!"

Dylan thought for a moment and said, "I'm not too worried, I sensed it before, and found that Simon's momentum has improved dramatically compared to three years ago!

Ao Feng nodded: "This guy, I don't know if he doesn't eat or sleep at all on weekdays, and spends all his time on magic research, otherwise why would he improve so quickly!"

At this moment, in the Twin Cities not far away, there was a young and beautiful woman, pushing a middle-aged woman with a somewhat haggard face, and slowly walked towards here.

The middle-aged woman sat on top of the wooden wheelchair, although her face was not very good-looking, but her eyes were full of essence, which was a kind of wisdom and calmness after going through hardships.

Amy pushed Angela to Dylan and his son.

Angela coughed lowly: "I'm really sorry, now I can only be a bystander, I can't participate in the war!"