In the "Theory of Heavenly Steps", angels to seraphs are divided into three levels and nine grades, which are the upper three levels, the middle three levels and the lower three levels.

The upper three levels (the sacred class) are divided into the Seraph, the wise angel, and the seat angel, the middle three levels (the sub-class) are divided into the main angel, the virtuous angel, and the able angel, and the lower three levels (the holy spirit) are divided into the right angels, the archangels, and the ordinary angels.

By the time of the sixth pope, he divided the angels into nine ranks, the upper three representing Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones; The middle and third levels of angels represent Dominations, Virtues, and Powers. The lower three angels represent the Principalities, Archangels, and Angels.

The level of the angel can also be seen in terms of the number of wings, from the lower level (Holy Spirit) to the higher level (Divine level), the wings are increased by one pair for every two levels (one pair of wings in the case of ordinary angels), and the wings are increased by one pair after each level of ascent to the higher level (Holy level).

What is being summoned at the moment is a definite Seraphim, that is to say, the highest upper level of angels.

"It's good that it's not a Seraph...... Dudley obviously had a lot of dealings with the Holy See before, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the six wings were not made up of holy light.

"You don't need a Seraph." Lu Ge sneered, his face was a little unhealthy, the forbidden technique just now had actually caused a lot of damage to his body, and he couldn't borrow the holy light in a short period of time.

Middles laughed, and the barbarian's warlike bloodline made him a little excited, and he was going to make this legendary creature bleed himself.

The great sword whipped up a gust of wind, and it was about to fall on the angel's holy and pure body.

But, after a moment, Middles was surprised that his sword could not move any further, and the angel's white arms pressed against his blade.

"Kind of interesting! Compare your strength with me? The big man shouted, the stone slab under his feet was shattered by his step, and the blade gradually tilted in favor of the angel.

Then, the unimaginable happened.

The angel spoke.

How so? Ivan couldn't understand the characters, and the language of the angels was so obscure, I'm afraid no one but Ruger understood what it meant.

However, there is no need to understand it.

The six wings splattered with a holy light, but a large amount of blood was splashed!

Middles looked at his chest incredulously, he didn't feel the wings go through, only the pain reminded him that it was all real.

He hurriedly retreated, out of range of his six wings.

"This idiot!" Dudley scolded.

"That's no ordinary Seraphim." The black-robed man in the last place was also obviously a little surprised.

"And the air traffic control others? Flame Blast! Andrea exclaimed.

A huge fireball exploded over the heads of the two Dudleys, and the roar made it impossible to hear anything else.

"Damn it! How long is left? We won't be able to do it for long! He shouted loudly to the back.

"It's going to be soon, it's going to take a little bit of time, it's just a little bit ......"

Andrea frowned, she had thought that the person in charge of solving the leyline spirit flower enchantment was the leader of the three black robes, but now judging from the attitude of this black mage, it seems that this is not the case.

She suddenly felt a little dizzy, and all the spells she had been chanting disappeared into thin air.

Bernice felt bad when she saw the small body swaying and holding her forehead, but she couldn't stop casting spells, and the magicians on the scene were the only ones with the highest level except for the head of the academy, and if she stopped casting spells at this time, the other party's destruction spell was very likely to cause irreparable consequences.

Fortunately, there is also a wanderer (idler) on the battlefield.

Ivan had been careful to stay behind Andrea since the beginning of the battle, lest the magic that came from nowhere would cost him his life. 、

The gods fight, and the little ghosts suffer.

Ivan complained very much about Andrea's behavior of forcibly bringing him here, and he couldn't help anything in this level of fighting, which only made him feel more about his powerlessness and weakness.

However, complaining is complaining, Ivan is not the kind of villain who takes the opportunity to take revenge.

He grabbed the crumbling Andrea, and while silently remembering in his heart that he didn't mean to do everything for victory, he left the battlefield with this petite body.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that the magic is overused." Andrea shook her head, maybe she was too weak, or maybe she didn't need to be hypocritical at such a critical moment, she didn't force herself out of Ivan's arms.

The battle with Tartaxia was too difficult, she had to use the "secret weapon", and then cast a large-scale teleportation spell, even if she later relied on the magic crystal to replenish her magic power, and her mental power was restored, but the exhaustion accumulated in her body could not be ignored.

It's been a long time since Andrea feels like this, so eager to get some sleep, her origin, her brain is signaling her.

Is it already the limit?

......

On the other side, the battle gradually entered the white heat,

The barbarian Middles became more and more frightened the more he fought, and everyone on the continent said that their race was the darling of battle, born to fight and died to fight.

But he had never faced such a desperate battle, never!

On the battlefield, he has always terrified the enemy, and for the first time, he has also experienced this feeling.

The other party is simply an emotionless human weapon, cold-blooded, precise and powerful.

He tried to shake off his fears,

In the past, he liked to smash the heads of his enemies and cut off his hands and feet. The sight of an enemy or his own blood always fueled his desire to kill, but now he didn't want to fight any more.

Because he couldn't find anything in that perfect face, there was no wave, and it didn't contain a trace of emotion.

But it was this face that had no emotion that was so oppressive, and he didn't like it, the last guy he hated so much was in the Northern Wastelands, it was his patriarch, and then he crushed his throat in front of all the people.

He tried to shake off his fears, and if the barbarians lost their prowess and feared in battle, he would not be blessed by the god of war, and they have believed it throughout the ages.

Then defeat this angel once and for all, and use the gift of the god of war to give them a gift!

He roared wildly, the strange tattoos on his body glowing crimson, and his eyes surrounded by the blood-like color.

Rampage!

An ancient talent passed down from the barbarians to the present day, a gift given to them by the god of war!

Middles felt like an endless amount of power was surging in his body, and he liked it, and he could instantly grasp the feeling of life and death of his enemy!

The last time he used Berserk he slaughtered an entire team of the Holy See, and today he will kill the "spokesman" of the goddess!

"Ahh

Allowing the six wings to penetrate his body, his greatsword fell, and the holy light was completely shattered after only a moment's delay, directly slicing off one of the angel's wings.

Middles was holding his "trophy" in his other hand, and he began to laugh.

The furious opening made Middles' body not feel any pain, only the excitement of tearing the other party apart, and even the more blood flowed, the stronger this excitement would be, so he was not afraid of injury at all.

Having lost one of his wings, the expression on the angel's face finally changed slightly.

"Can't hold it anymore? I'm going to pluck your feathers little by little! Middles threw away his wings and strode forward with his broadsword.

The angel suddenly began to scream, and the strong sound waves caused everyone present to feel a wave of discomfort.

"Shut up!" Middles' greatsword slashed at Seraphim's head with a roar, but an expanding energy field threw his tall body out.

Then the golden spear fell from the sky, and Middles rolled sideways to avoid being pinned to the ground.

But that wasn't the end of it, a scorching beam of light shot out of Seraphim's hand, and Middles, even though he was in a state of rage, didn't dare to take the move, and he used his wide sword to push it in front of him.

After the Seraphim's attack was over, he shook his greatsword vigorously.

"Ground Split!"

There was an ugly scar on the ground in an instant, and countless rock thorns rose out of the ground and headed straight for the angel.

The angel stretched out his hand, and the energy gathered in the palm of his hand.

A moment later, an explosion sounded.

A tall figure jumped out of the black smoke, and he roared, and the great sword slashed down!

......

"No, you should know exactly what will happen if you use magic again!" Bernice adamantly disagrees with Andrea's continued overuse of magic, that would ruin her!

"What else can be done?" Andrea was calm, having told Ivan that she would fulfill her responsibilities as head of the North, whatever the cost.

"This—" Bernice fell silent.

Without Andrea, it would be wishful thinking to defeat Dudley and the black-robed monster at the end, and even now it was barely able to support it and not be defeated, and even just now his side had already lost several spellcasters.

"Trust me, we can't lose." Something seemed to be shining in Andrea's eyes.

She opened her mouth and read:

"O elf floating freely in space, I am here to tell my obsession, please lend me your power temporarily, so as to transcend the boundaries of space, connect the distance between each other, cross the place that cannot be reached by reaching out, and turn the shape of space into obsession, I will open the door of time and space here!"