There is no tactics and no strategy, it is completely a violent suppression of the absolute surname, and the angry storm dragon directly forced Fei'er into a desperate situation. The huge difference in strength between the two sides could not be more obvious.

After knocking Phil into the cross with one move, the Storm Dragon began to scan the cathedral in front of him, as the last bastion of the entire city, the cathedral has a super defensive barrier, enough to resist most natural disasters.

However, even the people who built this cathedral probably never imagined that this sacred building would one day welcome such a powerful creature as the Storm Dragon. In the eyes of the Storm Dragon, this fortress was just a little stronger than the other buildings he had destroyed, and there were more people to hide.

"Whew!" Flying high in the sky, the Storm Dragon aimed the crystal in his hand at the cathedral on the ground, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the last human fortress.

The massive wind elemental continuously converged from heaven and earth into the palm of its hand, filling the "eye of the wind" spell that had unfolded. This time, tens of thousands of cyan spears will be shot from here, enough to raze the entire cathedral to the ground and reduce all the people praying inside to flying ashes.

There will be no hesitation, for the Storm Dragon, born from the storm, this is exactly what it has come to this world.

"Oh God!"

"No, it's over!"

"Who's going to save me!"

After witnessing the last hope being defeated at the church door, the vast majority of people were in complete despair. Even ordinary people without any magical power could feel how terrifying the storm gathered in the sky was.

It was a force that humans could never contend with, a force that could destroy an entire city. In the face of the overwhelming power of the absolute surname, all resistance seems to have lost its effect.

Moreover, as if to make the humans on the ground feel deeper despair, the Storm Dragon, which could have destroyed the cathedral with a single impact, actually launched the final blow directly in the sky, so that the last desperate opportunity of the warriors on the ground was lost.

In the face of the judgment that came from the sky, even the most brave warriors could only watch the arrival of the end of the day. That sky is not a world they can get close to, it is a world that only belongs to peerless powerhouses.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Am I unconscious?, having just woken up from the cross, saw a bright red patch of her own blood, blasted out of the cyan spears because she couldn't stop it.

The forehead, shoulders, hands, and feet were all wounds, and a large amount of blood was constantly flowing from her body. If she continues like this, she doesn't have to wait for the enemy to attack, and a large amount of blood loss will make her die directly.

Even if she surpassed her limits and reached the realm she is in now, she is still a living being, not an immortal monster. Bleeding makes her feel weak, injuries make her feel pain, that's what humans are.

She couldn't compare to the storm dragon composed of pure wind elemental power, the hundred shots just now were almost the strongest move she could use at this stage, and it did break through the storm dragon's defense and damage it.

Unfortunately, this little damage was far from enough, and all the wounds she had made disappeared in just a few breaths. The perverted special surname, which is immune to physical attacks and halved all energy attacks, gives the storm dragon a huge advantage in battle.

Unwillingly, his full strength can only cause a small amount of damage.

She doesn't want to lose, even if she gambles everything she has, she wants to protect the church under her feet, the people of those tribes and the ordinary people who believe in God.

This was the determination of her, the seventeenth god witch of the Southern Church of the Supreme God Sect.

So, turn it on again, the dreamy bloodline she inherited from her ancient ancestors, resurrected in modern times, her strongest power, her treasures!

"I stand alone in the center of the world, calling for my own power. The white cross, stained red with Phil's blood, seemed to answer her prayers, emitting a red light. It was a leaping color of life, beautiful and dangerous.

"What you want to gain, you always have to lose, equivalent exchange, is the truth of all things. The white cross reflected Fei'er's pale face, and the bright red blood continued to spread, as if all the blood in Fei'er's body had been pumped out.

As the bright red color permeated her surroundings, and when the sound of her heart beating could be heard even by the Storm Dragon standing tall, Phil pressed her hand to her chest, and the agitation from her heart told her that it was time.

"I am the light that burns life, I am the flame that brings hope, I am the dream of immortality, to ...... At the price, I summon ancient sacred garments, become my armor, become my weapons!"

"Boom!" Like an explosion of the sun's brilliance, the bright red color that encompassed Fei'er's body suddenly sublimated, turning into an incomparably dazzling golden red, and the white cross representing the divine and faith was also contained by this golden red light and became a part of her body.

Crushed, transformed, recreated, and when the blood-stained cross disappeared into the world, a gorgeous and glorious armor appeared on Fei'er's body.

It was an armor studded with jewels as brilliant as the starry sky, with patterns of fire and lightning dotted among the gemstones, and a white cross engraved in the center of the chest. A pair of golden-red wings of light extended from the shoulders, larger and wider than the one that had just been destroyed in battle.

Three flowing energy tail feathers floated behind the wings, emitting a colorful golden-red light, like a burning flame, like a waterfall falling down a galaxy.

A dreamlike phantage appeared behind Fei'er, a beautiful creature with outstretched wings and golden-red flames all over its body.

"That's Master Phinicos. "At the bottom of the church, many of the tribal soldiers who witnessed this scene knelt almost instinctively, in awe of the legendary dream creatures, and in the worship of the sacred birds that once descended on this southern land.

It is a legendary creature in this world that is really close to the gods, just like the ice phoenix that flies in the aurora and is known as the god of ice, and the legend has it that it awakened in the flames of the eruption of the volcano, and the eternal flame bird Phinicols is also worshipped as a true god in the southern tribal areas.

Even, in many tribal regions where the belief in the supreme god was not so devout, the status of the immortal Phinicos was still above the church.

"Won't let you hurt anyone. Fer, who summoned the armor of the immortal bird connected to her own blood, stretched out her right hand, and a blazing golden light came to her palm from the energy light feather behind her.

At this moment, the light on her body is incomparably hot, incomparably brilliant, so brilliant that people can't even open their eyes. It's the brilliance of life burning to the limit, it's the brilliance that makes people feel scared.

However, there is no regret in the eyes of Fei'er, who radiates such brilliance, it is a pair of eyes full of life and concentration, like beautiful rutile.

The light condensed in her hands changed its shape with her mind, changing from the original chaos to the appearance of a flaming bird. This is the phantom summoned by Fei'er with the power of the bloodline she inherited, the creature that once flew on this land.

This is a bird that Fei'er often saw in the sky when she was a child, it has agile wings, a vigorous body, and always flies high in the air carefree, making a crisp and beautiful sound.

And now, it will fly again.

"Drink!" The golden-red light burst out on Fei'er's body in one breath, three beautiful energy tail feathers fluttering high behind her, and the slender legs drew a graceful and gorgeous arc in the air, kicking the body of the flame bird she created with all her might.

"Whew!" At the same time, the storm dragon had accumulated enough wind power to destroy the entire cathedral in an instant, and through the "dragon's eye" spell in front of it, the cyan spear that was more than ten times denser than just now poured out frantically.

The golden flame bird let out a crisp chirp and turned into a rainbow light that crossed the sky, shooting towards the cyan crystal in the hands of the Storm Dragon, the center of thousands of wind spears.

It was a blazing stream of lightning, and where it flew, a golden-red flame of light continued to burn, and all the cyan spears that stood in its way were evaporated and dispersed, looking like a meteor that slashed through the sky.

"Boom!" Before the storm dragon could even move the cyan crystal in his hand, the incomparably fast golden bird struck it, shattering its unfolded spell completely, and even the hand that was carrying it to pieces.

The cyan crystal was also blown away, and it spun in the air for an unknown number of times and fell to the ground.

And when the storm dragon rolled its tail, ready to roll back the fallen cyan crystal, a cold feeling swept through its body.

On the roof of the church, Fei'er stretched out her still intact right hand, three fingers parallel to each other, and the three energy tail feathers floating behind her floated high, and three different golden-red lights shone on these three fingers in turn.

No longer using the attack magic from the church, what is gathered in the hands of the fantasy shooter Fei'er at the moment is the power of blood from her body, as for the consequences, she doesn't think about it at all.

What appeared at her fingertips was one after another burning golden-red flames, which were weapons made by her own burning life force, carrying out her beliefs and her will, invincible magic arrows.

Shoot - 100 times!

(To be continued)