Thousands, or perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, when humanity only lit the first light of civilization, the world was ruled by an endless number of magical creatures. At that time, in the eyes of those magical creatures, human beings were weak creatures that could not be interested at all.

It wasn't until one day that the first person to master the power of a magical creature appeared, and he could summon fire and thunder, and in a short time he grew into something more powerful than the most dangerous magical creature.

He sheltered humanity, banished magical creatures that threatened human life, and passed on that great power to his people. Later, more and more people had the same power as Him, and humanity gradually stood at the top of the food chain.

During those brutal and glorious years, those who first wielded great power slew countless dangerous magical creatures, such as the ancient dragons, dangerous creatures that were more than ten times larger than today's dragons. But at the same time, they have also subdued a lot, making them the force that protects humanity.

Most of them have disappeared in the long past, but a handful have survived to the present day.

Angels are one of them.

Ike returned to the Vatican Palace and went straight to the Sistine Chapel, quietly watching the figure that suddenly appeared above the cross. It has twelve pairs of fleshy wings with a bright, soft white light. A pair of arms with large muscles look strong and powerful. The face is rough, with a beard that is connected and brown, but also shiny.

“@#！” The angel's eyes were red, and he looked coldly at Ike, who was much younger than him, and his mouth opened and closed, making a voice that Ike couldn't understand. With both hands waving, two weapons of light suddenly appeared, and with a single stroke, a piece of the cross beneath him was cut off.

"Huh!"

Ike sneered, just looking at it for a short moment, he almost understood what this so-called "angel" was: it was just a hodgepodge of patchwork.

Extremely sensitive to magic, he could clearly perceive that there was a subtle crack between the angel's body and the wings behind him, and there was more than one kind of power in his body, and the holy power that was displayed did not even prevail, but was only secondary. The one who occupies the main position is the one who is most in harmony with the body, and it can also be said that it is the strength of the "person" itself.

It was already clear that this was the product of an ancient wizard's experimentation with his own body. For some reason, perhaps immortality, or perhaps to gain greater power, an ancient wizard modified his body, gathering the power of the most powerful of an "angel" clan into wings and sewing it onto his body. Reach out to them in your own power and integrate them into yourself.

After enduring an unknown number of hardships and experiments, the wizard succeeds and lives from time immemorial to the present. However, the fusion of the powers of humans and magical creatures is not simple, even if he uses his magic to suppress the power of the "angel", he is still affected and even falls into a deep sleep.

Almost 2,000 years ago, someone found the place where he was sleeping and realized the magical power from him. After that, the man began to walk on the earth, preaching what he had learned from him, attracting many believers.

Gradually, there were more and more believers. In the beginning, the believers maintained their devotion to the "angels", but later, as the number of people grew, some of them developed strange thoughts - they wanted to find out the power of the "angels" and wanted to obtain that great power.

They took the sleeping "angels" and brought them to the Vatican. Later, by chance, they learned of the existence of the wizard and found that the power possessed by the wizard was very similar to that of the "angel". Compared to the "angels", who will not damage the slightest bit no matter how they experiment, the fragile wizard is obviously a better test subject.

Thus, the mighty prey movement began, and they fought the wizards with the power of the "angels", and mobilized the believers to besiege the wizards and loot the wizards' collections.

The wizards had not expected such a day, or perhaps they had expected it, but they had not expected that there would be so many people besieging them. In just over a hundred years, wizards had to hide themselves and disappear from the sight of ordinary people.

The Holy See got what they wanted, and from the books and secret texts passed down from generation to generation by those wizards, they finally knew what an "angel" was, and thus mastered the "angel". As a result, they have actually the most powerful power in their hands, and they have become the real masters of the land of the West.

This history was what Ike saw in the old man's mind, and looking at the current situation, it was almost certain that it was true.

Looking at the "angel" in front of him who kept talking and couldn't understand the language, Ike's eyes suddenly showed a trace of pity.

This may be the worst ancient wizard in history, although he is immortal, he is mastered by a group of ordinary people.

With his wand in his fingers, Ike closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them with determination. He already knew that the only way to obtain the precious information collected by the Holy See was to defeat the "angel" in front of him. After all, the other way was for the Pope to perform some kind of ritual with the five old men, and he didn't have time to go to the Pope who was hiding now.

With a wave of the wand in his hand, a golden arcane magic circle suddenly appeared at his feet, and with another wave, another magic circle appeared, blocking under the ceiling. Countless golden threads were selected in the circle, surrounding him and the "angels", and then raining down on the "angels".

Although the "angel" is not very good at using his brain, he can also tell that the little person in front of him is attacking him. It flapped its wings and frantically swung its weapon, slicing the golden threads that struck it in two.

Holy white light flickered, and the golden threads broke. The "Angel" was not only beaten and did not fight back, the wings behind him flapped, and he rushed to Ike in front of him in the blink of an eye, and the weapon in his hand slashed at Ike's head.

"Dang!"

A huge crack suddenly appeared on the silver-white shield, and then it shattered directly, turning into a little silver light and disappearing. The white mask was also broken, but it finally gave Ike time to react. With a movement of his fingers, his body instantly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the "angel".

Ike didn't hesitate, and the double protection reappeared, and at the same time, the wand swung violently, and the golden thread gushed out again. This time, it was directly towards the wings behind the "angel".

He could see that if he wanted to defeat "Angel", he had to slow him down.

That's as fast as a phantom shifting, it's cheating!

"I can only say, isn't it an ancient wizard......

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