Asteroids, the Land of the Abyss.

A beautiful figure vibrated the four pairs of wings behind it, like a streamer of light quickly rushing out of the underground abyss. She was holding two feathers in her hands at this time, one was snow-white and shiny, with a faint white light flowing on it, and the other was as black as ink, with a deep black light circulating on it. "What's going on here? What happened here? Why did the central battlefield become like this? What the hell is going on with all this? Are they all dead? I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Thinking so, she clenched her fists, spread her wings behind her back, and took off into the air to get out of here.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, staring at an inconspicuous blood stain on the ground in the distance, and the wings behind her rushed over with a slight shock. As the light fell, she leaned over and picked up a handful of blood-soaked dirt from the ground, put it in front of her eyes and began to stare at it. "This is," frowning and pondering, the white light of her fingertips flashed, and a fist-sized milky white ball of light wrapped around the handful of dirt slowly rose a little, staying in the void.

Staring at the ball of light, she raised her slender hand and stretched out her index finger, and the white light flashed on her fingertips, and a silver-white filament of light swam out of her fingertips, and immediately coiled and flew on her index finger, as if it was a small snake swimming in her index finger. Secretly gritting her teeth, her wrist moved her index finger slightly, and the light filament shot out, and suddenly disappeared into the ball of light in front of her.

At this moment, an incomparably magical scene appeared, only to see that after the light filament entered the ball of light, it immediately wrapped the small handful of dirt tightly around it. Immediately after that, the silk of light flashed silver, and turned into a cluster of silver-white flames, which began to scorch the bloodstained soil inside. Gradually, the soil is decomposed and dissipated little by little. Completely dissolved into nothingness, eventually leaving only a white point of light the size of a grain of rice, silently suspended in the silver flames.

The white light spots the size of rice grains swirled and kept absorbing the silver flames. As the silver flame continued to absorb, the white point of light became larger and larger, and gradually it became the outline of a miniature angel. And it's getting clearer and clearer, and it's getting clearer and clearer, and eventually it's becoming an incredibly clear. The vivid six-winged mini-angel stands still in the ball of light, like a mini-elf sealed in amber. It looks like it's lifelike.

"Amra, it's you, who killed you!" As he muttered to himself, the man grabbed the white ball of light and pressed it into his forehead. He closed his eyes. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, her sharp gaze fell on the direction of the departure of the Yu Clan's army, and she said to herself with hatred: "Dark Feather Clan, mysterious black-robed man, I will make you pay the price of blood!" As she spoke, her wings stretched out behind her back, and she disappeared with a whoosh

On the battlefield, in the void.

The neat phalanx stood in the void and looked solemn, and at this moment, thirty rays of light flew out from the open hatch. Immediately, a circle fell in unison at the forefront of the angelic army, and then at the same time stroked his chest and saluted: "Judas. Thankfully, Kukusiris, greetings you with the 23rd Wing of Kathu. (He was speaking the lingua franca of the Bright Feather Clan) Looking at it, two thousand and one hundred warriors knelt down on one knee and saluted in the void, looking so neat and shocking. And the thirty people in front of them, without exception, are all Seraphims, thirty Seraphims who are comparable to the powerhouses of the Holy Domain!

At this moment, the hatch on the top of the assault ship opened automatically. The figure of the 'Pope' slowly flew out from within, slowly rising into the air. He holds the papal scepter, wears papal robes, and wears a papal crown on his head. The four pairs of light wings on the back slowly flapped. The holy white light emanated from his body, reflecting his whole being so holy and majestic. "Welcome here, my warriors, and the glory of God will be with you and light the way for you!" The voice wasn't very loud, but it was full of divine aura. It recalls in the minds of every angelic warrior, and gives them an urge to give up their lives to defend the master of the voice.

(Due to the start of the Great War, in order to facilitate the overall deployment and coordinated operations, after defeating the Warcraft army, all the Holy See personnel were popularized with the lingua franca of the Bright Feather Clan.) Although they are not very fluent in speaking because of the rush of time, there is no problem in understanding it, this is a necessary battlefield need! ）

A group of Seraphim powerhouses looked for prestige, and immediately bowed their heads and knelt down on one knee in the void and said, "See Lord Gabriel Angel!" ”

"Arise, my warriors, the radiance of the Great God of Light will shine upon you!" The 'Pope' said slowly, with a holy face.

Hearing the conversation between them, most of the sectarians of the Holy See couldn't help but exchange their thoughts with each other!

"What's going on? I heard you right! They say the Pope is the Archangel Gabriel! One of them said in surprise.

"Hmmm! I think it's true, you see the Pope has four pairs of wings on his back, isn't that what the Bible says? The other nodded.

"But what is recorded in the Bible is that the archangel Gabriel is an eight-winged archangel, but behind the Pope is a light wing, not a real wing!" Another shook his head.

"Only the Great God of Light knows what is going on, and it is impossible for you and me to know the inside story of those upper levels in a middle- and low-level position!" One pouted disdainfully.

For a while, their minds were intertwined, although no one asked to ask the last question, but in their spiritual consciousness, they were arguing, and the chaos was like a toad arguing pit.

The 'Pope' slowly descended, and finally stopped in front of Kukusiris, who looked at Kukusiris in front of him with kind eyes, his expression calm and indifferent, as if a loving father was looking at his child. He is very happy in his heart now, and he is simply happy! What he feared did not happen, and although there were thirty Seraphims among them, they were far inferior in rank and status. The hierarchy of the Yu clan is very strict, the so-called official level crushes people to death, in front of these people, he has not only the right to speak, but the right to dominate! Thirty seraphims and two thousand one hundred four-winged angels were added to himself at once, and his fate was not too good! This kind of pie-in-the-sky good thing can be called to meet himself, and he is full of confidence in defeating the alliance army at this time!

"Honorable Lord Angel, Captain of the 23rd Wing of Kathu, greetings to Kukusiris!" Kukusiris respectfully stroked his chest and saluted. He had also felt the strangeness of the 'Pope' when he first saw the 'Pope' salute him, but the unique aura of the archangel Gabriel was so real. Knowing that there must be a secret in this, he immediately had a brief spiritual exchange with Judas while saluting.

In the spiritual communication, he only received a very simple message, but it was enough to shock him. Judas's words were very concise, but they said it all, 'The Dark Feather Clan is coming, the asteroid space node is defeated, and our Lord Gabriel is killed, this person is a Gabriel clone of another star field, and his strength is extremely terrifying! Just a short sentence is enough. For an angel like him, it is not necessary to know the details of things, only the outcome of things. Whether it is the archangel itself, or the clone of the archangel, whether it is the star field of this department or other star fields, for him, as long as it is confirmed that all this is true, he must obey unconditionally, there is absolutely no exception!

Seeing him respectfully salute himself again, the 'Pope' smiled and said with a kind face: "My captain Kukusiris, you don't have to be so restricted, the great god of light has said that the status of all living beings is the same, and there is no distinction between high and low. "He did not show his majesty to Cucusiris, because Cucusiris was not Judas, he was just the most ordinary Seraphim, and he would only obey himself unconditionally, and the 'Pope' knew very well that he knew this. In that case, then why bother to do more, wouldn't it be better to have this opportunity to show your kindness and make the other party die for you!

Looking at the kind eyes of the 'Pope', Kukusiris smiled awkwardly, scratched his head like a child, and said: "Great angel lord, see if you can deign to go to my warship and sprinkle the divine light of the 'Lord'!" Our Angel Warriors are looking forward to receiving your blessings! ”

"Oh, my captain Kukusiris, I can't refuse your offer," said the 'Pope', looking at the papal congregation behind him, his wish self-evident.

Kukusiris looked at the papal ministers behind the 'Pope' and immediately reacted: "Yes, yes, yes, all go, all go!" We are all the people of the Great Light God, and we should not divide each other at all. ”

The 'Pope' didn't say anything more, but the smile on his face said it all

An asteroid, somewhere in the sky above an unknown large forest.

A warhead-shaped medium-sized battleship roared over the air, and behind it were dozens of black triangle aircraft in hot pursuit, and on several of them stood several figures like javelins, they were Lucifer, Abraham, Bo Tuo, and Ben Xue, the four fallen angels! The diamond-shaped defensive barrier broke through the air currents in the air, and the gale in the air could not blow a trace of their long hair at all.

Lucifer looked at the rapidly fleeing and scarred battleship in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up to reveal a sinister smile, only to hear him mutter: "You can't run, damn the Bright Feather Clan, I will definitely destroy you with my own hands today!" As he spoke, he flipped over and took out a black crystal ball, infused it with magic power, and threw it with a flick of his hand (to be continued). )