The priests on earth felt the divine approaching overhead, and the warm light brought tears to their eyes, and most of them would probably spend their entire lives in the moment when they had recently accepted their faith.

But Dale and the other high-ranking members of the expeditionary force, they could see very clearly, the angel was falling in the sky with a body full of golden blood, and he seemed to be not adjusting to the gravity of the main material world with only one wing, and was adjusting his posture.

Each flap of its wings brought up a large patch of golden blood, which rendered a beautiful luster in the air, and then turned into the purest holy light and dissolved into the sky.

The old priest also shed tears, which was the remorse for incompetence, the repentance of the gods, the touching of sacrifice.

Dale, on the other hand, clenched his fists, and the moment he saw the angel blocked, Dale's heart breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he's no longer a devout believer in the Lord of the Dawn, it's just that Dale felt relaxed when he saw that the gods he believed in hadn't become omniscient and omnipotent as he had seen in his dreams, and that there were other forces that could restrain him.

His faith was even more secure as a result, Dale's heartfelt hope that his gods would remain as they were, and the newborn Lord of the Dawn he saw in his dreams made him shudder every time he woke up.

"May you, O great Lord of the Morning Sun, always be like the rising sun, warm and not aggressive, bright but not dazzling, and bring light every time you return to earth, as pure as a newborn baby." Before the angel descended on earth, Dale prayed undoctrinally in a small voice that only he could hear.

There was an invisible barrier, and the great Lord of Dawn could not hear his faint voice.

"Xu, can we deal with that thing?" Vittoria, of Germanic descent, had no respect for angels, and in their myths and legends, the Valkyries of Riding and Battlefield were the objects of reverence.

No matter what world you are in, this kind of winged birdman is not an easy character to deal with.

They are players who can look at the natives with a superior eye, and even the presence of the gods cannot bring these players to their knees.

But the physical body can be destroyed, and in the face of absolute power, the only fig leaf left for players is the spirit.

"I've dealt with helicopter gunships before, but this is the first time I've grown wings." Vittoria drank leisurely, her tone full of anticipation of an unknown and powerful enemy.

But Yang Yuefan is not so indifferent, if there is really a creature that cannot be resisted at this stage, it will be difficult for them to keep the [Mechanical Heart], especially if the other party can fly, and the danger will increase greatly.

Xu Yichen looked at the [fraudster] in his hand and began to miss his point.

However, when he was in service, even if he was deep behind enemy lines, Xu Yichen had always been the one with air supremacy, from orbital strikes, to the air support force that was ordered 24 hours a day, to the drones carried by the team, he had never been distressed by the enemy's air force.

"Let civilians get into bunkers, and the rest of the war will not be under our control." The demon hunter gave an order to Li Huamei.

Li Huamei did not argue about the issue of command this time, and the scene of the angel descending before made this proud daughter of the sky have a great impact.

Not only her, but even Li Xuanbai's face began to look ugly, since the angel appeared, the connection between Wangxiang City and the Witch King has been completely broken.

The power of the gods disturbed the magic circle in the darkness, and both the communication circle and the teleportation circle became unstable.

The gods and the witch kings have clashed more than once in the millennium, and the witch kings are progressing, but the gods are not standing still, and they have found ways to interfere with the power of magic.

Not only can they create forbidden spaces and dead magic areas, but they can also interfere with the operation of a large area of magical energy on a macro scale.

Of course, this kind of interference is needle for those complex and subtle high-level magic, and a rookie like Luo Yan can't even feel this kind of interference.

The rookie mage was being educated by the half-elves at this time, and they planned to set a trap for the white-skinned players on the other street, but the caster's clumsy spellcasting skills were despised by the half-elves.

Accustomed to the witches' ability to cast spells like water and the heavily armored mages of the Ayn-El, Ladia's eyes were also infinitely raised, and he could hardly understand how this human mage could have so much trouble releasing a fireball!

"I need you to prepare spells in advance, and release them directly when I shoot arrows, there is no time to chant spells for you on the battlefield, and those transcendents will not wait for you to stand in place like green skins to cast spells." Radia whispered at the caster, his elven hearing telling him that the team of transcendents who had attacked them was somewhere in the next street.

"Sorry, I can't do it!" Luo Yan shook his head, in his eyes, magic is like mathematics, full of the beauty of order, every node and every magic mark is a regular geometric figure, maybe someone can rely on instinct to cast spells, but he is academic.

If possible, Luo Yan would prefer to delve into the mysteries of magic in some quiet, incense-burning, soft-cushioned ashram rather than use corpses as cushions in the ruins of the streets, destroying lives with the art of magic with a green-skinned roar.

But the responsibility of citizenship made Luo Yan still come, and he was willing to pay for it.

"But I have a scroll that resists the ring of fire, and it should meet your needs." Even as a mage, Luo Yan had some pain when he took out the scroll, which was the only magic scroll he had found from the magic tower that was still usable.

"You know the price of this thing, don't waste it, we'll have this chance!" The mage grabbed the other end of the scroll and was reluctant to let go.

But the half-elf took the scroll mercilessly, and with the half of the elven blood in her body, Radia was also a half-mana sensitive person who could barely activate the scroll: "Believe me, this time, if your friends can get through it, your good days will come!" ”

As soon as the half-elf's words fell, a pale golden figure flew over their heads, because the speed was too fast, bringing a whistling wind in the street, and the dust in the sky made it impossible to open people's eyes.

It was an angel, and he didn't even stop at the makeshift shrine set up by the paladins before heading straight in the direction of the demon hunters.

The half-elf looked at the traces left by the angel in the air, and asked hesitantly: "It's better not to wait any longer, if your friends don't make it through, the previous investment will be wasted." ”