Elliot hung in mid-air, looking up at the mechanical angel higher up.

Although the other party's appearance has become a little strange and his power is not as strong as he remembers, Elliot clearly knows that he is the king who once made all angels look up to him.

It's not about image and power, it's about a concept.

He then asked, in that quaint and vicissitudes of tone:

"Why, you didn't fall?"

"Your sword is broken, your shield is broken, your wings are burned, and even your Lord is gone..."

"But why didn't you fall?"

The mechanical angel didn't answer him, but just waved his fist at him from a distance.

In the air between the two angels, a circle of ripples and twists suddenly appeared, as if it was crossed by an invisible force.

In the next second, most of the ink-black wings on Elliott's back disappeared in an instant, as if they had been cut off by an invisible blade.

The dark angel's figure suddenly trembled violently, and a piercing roar came out of his throat.

But he did not fall, he still maintained his form, and his broken wings quickly returned to their original shape.

"You can't win against me, you're not the king of angels on high anymore..."

"Without the protection of the Lord, you are nothing more than a wandering ghost..."

"I don't know why you suddenly woke up, but I will grant you the last liberation on behalf of my lord!"

With that, he flapped his pitch-black wings behind him and bravely rushed towards the mechanical angel.

But he had just activated, only to find that his opponent's form had suddenly disappeared again.

Elliott subconsciously stretched out his arms to protect his head.

But instead of being hit on the head, he was grabbed by something in his right leg.

Then he felt his form fall again and fall to the ground again.

This time, he was grabbed by a mechanical angel by his right leg and dragged down by force.

The mechanical angel twisted the right leg of the dark angel, landed outside the city in a swoop, and slammed the body of the dark angel to the ground with the momentum of the fall.

Boom!

After a loud bang, the earth trembled, and a huge human-shaped crater appeared in the ground.

The mechanical angel didn't stop there, reaching out again, grabbing the dark angel's leg from the hole, pulling him out, and then smashing it back and forth like a rag doll.

Knock knock!

There was another series of loud noises, and the rubble and earth chips flew in all directions, and a large wasteland outside the city had been shattered by this round of rough beating, and a huge hole had been smashed out.

The city of innocence trembled, and many of the fragile houses were shattered, and all the citizens knelt down in prayer to appease the angel's wrath.

Under the beating, Elliott's body was blurred like a mosaic in the black, and his entire body was already a little unstable and fragmented.

But He is not gone!

He even had the strength to cut off his own leg on his own initiative, and then with the help of the mechanical angel, he wielded his power and took to the air again.

Elliott, who flew again, quickly recovered his body again, and the missing leg was quickly reborn.

The severed leg that he voluntarily abandoned turned into a black cloud of smoke, which was instantly dispelled by the light on the mechanical angel.

"As I said, my lord will not perish, and I will not perish, and what you do is meaningless."

"How much power do you have left? How long can you survive? ”

Although he was pressed to the ground and rubbed from the beginning, and one of his legs was broken, Elliott was still confident.

This is not an unfounded delusional self-confidence, but a judgment made by him after judging the situation and analyzing it carefully.

Without the protection of the gods, the mechanical angel has limited power after all.

And he is immortal and immortal.

What's more, the Garo in front of him is much, much weaker than the king of angels in his memory, and his state is indeed very bad.

If it were Gallo, Elliott probably wouldn't be so confident.

The odds are in place, just keep going!

In the face of the opponent's provocation, the mechanical angel still did not answer, as if he could not speak.

He just stretched out his big hand and grabbed the city of innocence beside him, as if he was looking for something to take advantage of?

The inhabitants of the city were frightened, thinking that the mechanical angels were going to do something to them, and immediately wailed:

"Angel don't!"

"Woo woo, I obviously pushed the angel from the first shot..."

"I'll never write the angel's ** fanfic again!"

The mechanical angel didn't hear everyone's voice, but still stretched out his hand.

But instead of reaching into the city, he stopped outside the protective barrier supported by the Wall of Sighs.

His fingers gently rubbed against the translucent barrier, then slowly closed.

The barrier of the Wall of Sighs suddenly turned into dazzling rays of light, converging towards the palm of his hand.

In the end, the barrier disappeared completely, and the mechanical angel's hand was filled with a huge shining ball of light.

Then He clasped his hands together and kneaded the ball of light.

Then, His hands parted again, and the ball of light was stretched out like a soft ball of dough, condensing into a shining lightsaber!

The heavenly Elliot watched this scene silently, his heart tightened slightly, and the lightsaber in the other party's hand made him feel a strong threat!

He hurriedly mobilized the strength of his whole body, condensed a huge black shield in front of him, and protected his body to death.

In the next second, the figure of the mechanical angel flashed, suddenly became a little blurry, and then disappeared in place in an instant.

By the time he reappeared, he had bypassed the black shield and appeared behind Elliott.

But as if Elliott had expected his backstab, the black wings behind him suddenly retracted, and then stabbed out in the back like two black spears!

A solid touch on his wings told Elliot that he had succeeded!

Gallo has fallen into my trap!

I have wounded this unattainable king of angels!

Elliott was overjoyed.

But His joy lasted less than a second...

Immediately afterward, he felt three sharp pains coming from behind him.

Two of them are the pain of having their wings broken...

And one more, coming from his vest...

In the split second just now, although his wings successfully hit the chest of the mechanical angel, they failed to cause the slightest substantial damage, and failed to leave the slightest trace in front of the opponent's extremely mechanical breastplate.

Instead, his wings were shaken by his own power and snapped...

At the same time, the lightsaber in the hand of the mechanical angel also stabbed him in the back.

The broken wings can be quickly restored with the power of Visa.

However, the wound on the chest is not quite the same...

"No... This... What the hell is this..."

Elliott looked down at the half-cut tip of the sword sticking out of his chest, and felt an aura of extreme danger from above.

This aura is somewhat familiar, sometimes unfamiliar, but extremely powerful.

It is not the power of some authority, it is not the power of any god, it seems to be purer, more noble, and at the same time personless than angels and gods!

Help from Visa could not make up for the chest injury.

Elliott tensed up, trying to break free from the dangerous lightsaber.

Instead of trying to compete with the mechanical angels with brute force, he used a smarter way to transform his body into a black plume of smoke and scatter in all directions.

The mechanical angel also sensed the opponent's abacus, and the lightsaber in his hand quickly changed, expanding into something similar to a ball of light bubbles, trying to collect the escaping mist.

But his movements were a little slower, and only a third of the black mist was caught by the ball of light, converging it into a small black ball, trapped in the middle of the bubble, looking like a bright ball of light, with an extra black core.

As for the remaining black smoke, it did not condense into a new angelic body, but quickly fled in all directions.

Elliot actually chose to escape?

The mechanical angel stood in place, not chasing the opponent for the first time, but standing in place in a daze.

Probably didn't expect the opponent to run away suddenly, right?

As Elliott escaped, the cabin of the floatship, which had been hidden in the darkness by him, reappeared in mid-air.

The cabins that had lost their top airbags should have fallen straight down, but they seemed to be affected by some force and nailed in mid-air.

And the inside of this cabin is even more of a mess...

In order to maintain Elliott's infinite rebirth, the Visans here have done their best.

If the barrier collapses, Elliot will lose the protection from Visa, and will be torn apart by the mechanical angels in an instant.

And every time the dark angel suffered a heavy blow and needed to recover, several disciples fell down with blood spurting from their mouths, maintaining the stability of the barrier with their own lives.

Rao is Visa Order's hole cards on this trip are exhausted, and the top leaders of the sect are almost overwhelmed, and they can't withstand such personnel attrition.

The battle between the two angels only lasted a few minutes, and most of the Visas in the cabin were dead, and if they fought for a while, I am afraid that they would not be able to wait for the power of the mechanical angels to run out, and the people who maintained the barrier would die first.

However, Elliot did not know this, he did not understand or care how the tiny human summoned him.

His advantage is not as great as he thinks.

Some Visacians saw that their angels were being pressed and rubbed all the time, and they were already shouting cheers for the other angels in their hearts.

Thankfully, the mechanical angels intervened in time to defeat Elliott in one fell swoop, allowing the Visaclists to survive somewhat.

"Why... Why is this happening..."

At this time, the Pope Visa, who was in charge of the enchantment, also looked dying, slumped weakly on the seat, and said with blank eyes.

He still can't understand why the battle has turned out like this.

It's the same angel, why is your own team powerless?

At that moment, he heard a wicked laugh coming from beside him.

"Hahaha..."

It was the laughter of the prince of Rhodes.

His condition was very ugly at this time, and at the beginning of the ceremony, in order to prevent him from causing trouble, the Visans directly nailed his hands and feet firmly to the floor with four nails.

But he didn't see the slightest look of pain on his face, but laughed maniacally, and said loudly to the people around him:

"You must not have thought of it, did you? I don't know why this is happening, right? ”

"Because that's Gallo! O invincible Gallo! ”

"Your Elliot is like a poor little chick before Him..."

The Pope was not in a hurry to get angry, and while brushing himself with magic, he asked:

"Gallo? Who, exactly? ”

A contemptuous smile appeared on Prince Rhodes' face, and he continued:

"You claim to know the history of the gods, but you haven't even heard of his name?"

"Yes, the Visa of your faith is nothing more than a grass on the wall with a hidden head and a tail, and even he has never seen Gallo, let alone you?"

"Otherwise, where did he have the courage to confront this king of angels who would make all the gods tremble?"

With that, he continued to let out a series of shrill and shrill whispers, causing headaches among the surviving Visas around him.

"Kill him, whether it's a puppet or his body!"

The Pope hurriedly ordered.

Immediately, someone who could still move walked towards the prince of Rhodes with a knife.

"Hehe, it's late..."

"You never believed me, but have you ever imagined who would betray you?"

Prince Rhodes said with a sneer, completely ignoring the butcher's knife that swung at his neck.

But in the next second, a light blue barrier suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the knife.

A distorted wave appeared in the space beside him, and a figure emerged from it.

It was a handsome and young mage in a robe, but with a swaggering face.

The surviving Visa guards immediately raised their weapons and tried to catch the strange mage who had suddenly invaded.

The young mage only glanced at the guards slightly, and their figures began to blur, and their whole bodies disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A suffocating wave emanated from him, making the rest of the people no longer dare to act rashly.

"Supplicant..."

The Pope recognized the mage's identity and squeezed a few words out of his clenched teeth.

He was supposed to be an ally of his own, he was supposed to interfere with the other party's angels during the attack on the City of Innocence, and solve the possible reinforcements on the side of the three major Orthodox Churches, and then he was also responsible for providing magical support to help the Order of Visa take control of the City of Innocence.

But now he's in the float...

"I have appeared, and the whole world celebrates! As I pray, I am here! ”

The strongest demigod on earth spoke aloud, and at the same time looked around, explaining his purpose with a little sarcasm:

"Recognize your own vulnerability, a weapon like an angel is not something you can master, and the profound realm should be explored by me."

With that, his figure flickered and came to the front of the Pope Visa, and reached out to the other party's chest.