The appearance of the manticore, the evil destruction aura of the blood-colored power made the hearts of the angels tremble, and then one angel left the group and pounced on Aaron, while the rest of the angels continued to maintain their speed and swept towards the strong archers at the head of the city.

As servants and attendants of the gods, even the combat power of these lower-level angels has reached the level of the Holy Domain, even if they cannot exert their actual combat power when they descend, their control and understanding of power still give them the combat power of a twelfth-level powerhouse no less than that of the golden peak stage.

An advent angel with eleventh or second level combat power would simply be bullying a big bully before facing a seventh-level power like Aaron.

However, when the arrogant angel casually unleashed a powerful divine force that thought it could kill or seriously injure Aaron, a sublime aura of destruction accompanied by a fiery and ferocious aura rushed towards him.

"Ahh

Judging by the strength of this angel, Aaron is at best a seventh-level level, but why does his evil power have a trace of sublime aura in it?

The angels and such strong people call it the essence of sublime power, so there is only one, and that is God.

However, although the angels felt the sublime destruction of the blood from the power of Aaron's blood, they could not feel the breath of the law that the gods should have.

Could it be that this mortal in front of him is the apostle of some god in the main continent? If it really exists as an apostle, then I'm afraid it won't be easy.

However, whether or not Aaron was an apostle of some great being, light and darkness were destined to be mortal enemies. After a moment's thought, the angel swung the lightsaber condensed by the holy light and slashed down.

When a person is cornered, he often bursts into an infinite will to survive, and Aaron is no exception.

Fighting hard, it is obvious that he is vulnerable and dead. Aaron was not discouraged, but instead inspired his fighting spirit. War is war, but it is by no means a hard fight.

After blasting out a blood-colored force with all his strength, he turned around and ran, and he drilled wherever there were many people from the Bright Empire. Compared to the danger that there may be high-level swordsmen hidden in the swordsman group of the Empire of Light, the angels who are chasing after them behind them are too terrifying.

He would rather take a frontal blow from a high-ranking swordsman or a high-ranking magician than a divine blow from an angel, because it would be certain death.

In the middle of the desert, Aaron occasionally fired a few counterattacks to slow down the speed of the reaper-like angel behind him. It's just that the speed of the angel is too fast, and the seventh-level Aaron is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the angel.

Maybe it was because he hadn't descended on the main continent plane for too long, and the arrogant angel played with his heart together, and after playing with Alun like a cat and mouse for a while, he put away his playfulness and planned to attack the mouse scurrying around under his feet.

At the head of the city, the two legion commanders led hundreds of warriors above level 10 to fight fiercely with the remaining seven angels, and more than thirty great magicians launched magical attacks on the lone angels from time to time.

The battle was in full swing, and the scale of victory seemed to be tilting back to the side of the Empire of Light.

On the battlefield, the soft soil was muddy under the soaking of blood, and the blood that was constantly added had nowhere to penetrate, and the entire battlefield was a dazzling scarlet.

With a strong aura of blood and slaughter, even the sun did not dare to face the extremely bloody scene that was happening below. The great fortress was enveloped in blood.

Aaron gradually sensed the blood-colored power in his body and let out a cry of joy, hungrily sucking and devouring the rich and pungent blood around him.

"Hey, the magnetic field around this little thing's body seems to have changed, what's going on?" the angel wondered inwardly.

But surprise is astonishment, and evil will eventually be purified by the Lord.

Just as the angel was about to unleash a killing move at Aaron, a dangerous aura suddenly came from inside the fortress.

"Dangerous! Powerful!"

This is how any soul on the battlefield feels about this breath. Even the Holy Spirit as powerful as an angel trembled after this breath appeared.

Gradually, the mage tower of the fortress was entangled in a black mist, exuding a strong aura of danger and resentment. Faintly, the people on the battlefield could even feel that there seemed to be a faint divine aura in the black mist.

"Damn, what power is tainting the divine power!" said an angel suspended in mid-air, frowning in disgust.

The black mist grew faint to thick, and finally became viscous like oil. When the hedron on the top of the mage tower suddenly cracked, an angelic figure was already suspended above the fortress, and with four wings on her back, she looked down on the beings under her feet like a demon god, her expression was arrogant and full of resentment.

In her hand, there was also a great sword burning with deep black flames, and the black fire was constantly spitting, and the fierce fire was hunting in the wind.

"Ah, Fallen Angel!" both the people on the side of the Aracan Empire and the Empire of Light had shocked and disbelieving expressions on their faces.

"Have all the angels fallen?" a soldier from Aragan whispered on the battlefield.

"Impossible, impossible, angels will never fall!" the soldiers of the Empire of Light covered their faces in disbelief.

"Damn, this must be a conspiracy of the Aragones. It's all fake. ”

"Do we still have to trust the Lord of Light?" wondered the Aragonians.

At the head of the city, Wilson, who had been badly injured in the battle, struggled to support his body with a broken sword, pointed to the people in front of the fortress and sneered: "Haha! See, even the angels have fallen, do you still have to work for the tiger and the Holy See in the Empire of Light?"

"Your Highness, watch your words!" Lull, who was not far away, immediately shouted.

After all, although he has now faced the Holy See, he has not yet reached the point of life and death. When Wilson said such a thing, didn't that push the empire to a Jedi that would never die with the Holy See?

Wilson's father, Duke Howell, also spoke out to stop his son's recklessness. As an important minister of the empire, the first thing that comes to mind is the interests and safety of the empire, and it is also the consciousness that an important minister should have.

"Hmph, father, and the honorable Marquis, have you not seen the intentions of the Holy See clearly at this point?, or do you still have a glimmer of hope for the Holy See like those guys in the Imperial Capital?" Wilson replied without hesitation.

"Well, this Wilson is cold and indifferent, but he is a hot-blooded young man. I'm afraid it would take a lot of determination and will for an ordinary person to say this!" Although Alan did not have a good impression of Wilson, he still admired his performance very much. If I was in his place, I am afraid I don't have the courage!

The four-winged angel, an entity in human form and accessible, is clearly a lower, mid-level, fallen archangel.

As a child, Aaron had heard a group of mysterious mercenaries talk about angels, so he wasn't completely ignorant.

But even if she was a low-level fallen angel, her majestic and incomparable dark power quickly formed a black power on the battlefield and spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the cover of the power field, both the people of Aragon and the Empire of Light have felt the loss of power in their bodies, and their bodies and spirits have been negatively affected by the dark forces to varying degrees.

However, there were two lives in the field that were not affected in the slightest. One is Aaron, and the other is a manticore lion from the abyss. Moreover, Aaron and the Manticore even sensed the explosion of strength in their bodies, and their fighting intent became even stronger.

"Four-winged angel?" In the distance, Duke MacGrady rode on a tall horse, his eyes narrowed into a line, and his pleasure had been replaced by heaviness.

The four-winged angel suddenly flashed, and the next moment it appeared in the sky outside the fortress. The great sword burning with the black flame of hunting slashed at random, and a thunderbolt blasted towards the angel behind Aaron.

At this critical moment, the angel shouted angrily, and the divine power poured out wildly, and the holy sword was blocked by it. The moment the Holy Light and the Flame collided, countless black and white flames burst out.

However, the difference in strength caused the holy light to weaken rapidly, and after a loud bang, the holy angel was burned by a cloud of dark flames and flew away. Planted headlong on the blood-stained battlefield, the lightning and flames all around him were chaotic.

Immediately afterward, the powerful Fallen Angel turned around and struck several blows, only to see several flames with a thick aura of destruction actually shoot towards the griffin knights around her.

Everywhere the Flame passed, all forms of life instantly turned into a mass of burning charred corpses. On the battlefield in the sky, the people of Aragon saw that the black dots were helpless under the attack of the powerful fallen angel, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The rest of the angels were furious, and they abandoned their respective targets and turned to face the four-winged angel in unison.

"God says, "What is evil will pass away!" cried out the angels in unison.

Seven pillars of holy light filled with a thick divine aura instantly descended from the sky and shrouded the bodies of the seven angels.

It's just that when the guys in the Empire of Light were full of anticipation, the Divine Pillar of Light was suddenly cut off by the Dark Flame Sword in the hands of the four-winged angel, and then endless Dark Qi rose from every corner of the battlefield, and then was pulled into it by the Dark Flame Sword......

"Die, haha-" The four-winged angel looked horrible and terrifying, and his sharp and loud cry shook the entire land.

The seven holy angels were shocked, and groups of holy light suddenly rose above them, intending to tear apart the forbidden escape of the fallen archangels.

"Let your holy souls cleanse 'him' from his original sin!" said the fallen archangel coldly.

The sword of the Flame slowly fell, and the entire sky was darkened, and time seemed to stand still in this moment, silent.