The Valhalla Temple, the sacred place where the ancestors of the Angelic Clan are dormant, is located three thousand meters above the St. Michael Mountains, dozens of kilometers east of the Helchi River, at the same height as the City in the Sky.

In front of the solemn temple is a ten-meter-high statue carved from a single piece of white holy stone that contains immense energy.

This is a beautiful woman, the face of the statue is lifelike, there is not a trace of carving, everything looks so natural.

Behind this woman, there are the wings of the angel clan, and these wings are made of pure gold, and even after a long time, this holy incarnation still shines without a trace of dust.

The elegant posture and the beautiful and solemn face seem so sacred and inviolable, even a statue is dazzling and makes people dare not look at it directly.

It's just that what puzzles the angel people who have seen this huge statue is that this angel has as many as ten pairs of wings on her back, that is, she has twenty wings.

This is really beyond the imagination of the angels now, no one knows who made this statue, and no one knows when she existed here, this god-like woman.

It's just that the base at the foot of this huge statue is engraved with a sentence, which is the oldest writing on the Chaos Continent, from nothingness, born in chaos.

Behind the statue is the Valhalla Temple, which is surrounded by twelve stone pillars, each with an angel carved on it, and at their feet are ancient written records, all of which are angels from ancient times.

Cristia had seen the Valhalla Temple, a sacred place now shrouded in darkness, and saw a huge chaotic vortex formed above the temple, as if absorbing the energy of the temple, and as if sending darkness into the temple.

The speed of the flight increased, and in a few moments, Cristia was already at the door of the Valhalla Temple. From the moment his feet hit the ground, Cristiana saw a man whom he also knew.

One of the seven fallen angels of Voltenia during the Angelic Holy War a hundred years ago.

Presumably, this time the seven fallen angels are here.

The fallen angel Geralt's upper body was not dressed, and his red skin, strong body, and angry expression showed his belligerent character. Behind his back were also ten bright red wings that seemed to drip blood, and he held a huge scimitar in his hand, which exuded the aura of depravity.

"It's too late, Christian, your brother and the family are in a hurry. Geralt said in a rough tone.

Ignoring Gerat, Cristiana walked straight into the temple.

Christian's subordinates did not enter, but guarded outside the temple, and in the Angel Clan, only the patriarchs of the past were eligible to enter the temple.

Now that it has been overrun by fallen angels, the majesty of this temple will be gone!

"Christian's men, prepare to collect the corpse of your patriarch. Hahahaha. Geralt laughed wildly.

"Our patriarch will punish you wicked fallen angels!" said Klossis angrily.

"Hahaha, then just watch. With that, Geralt flew into the temple.

As Cristiana entered the temple, bright and flickering flames burned on the candelabras that stood around the hall. Flickering flames cast a figure on the walls of the hall.

As the flames swayed, so did the figures on the walls. This shadow only shows the outline of a person, but the wings behind him indicate that it is an angel.

There are as many as twelve wings on the shadows!

"My brother, you're finally here!" a voice came from the position of the dark shadow. This is an indescribable voice, and when you hear this voice, all kinds of negative emotions of depression, sadness, and pain will instantly invade your heart.

As the tall shadow gradually shrank, Christia was approached by a man who was more than three meters tall, holding a two-meter-long pitch-black scepter, and hiding under a black cloak with red patterns and twelve pitch-black wings behind him

Cristiana could not see his face, but he recognized his younger brother, Voltaivia.

Cristia's throat shook slightly, but the words that came to her lips didn't come out. He used to love his brother so much, and for the younger brother in front of him, Christian's inner complexity cannot be expressed in words.

And it was not only his brother Voltevia who failed, but also his sister Nyosfia who became a fallen angel. As an older brother, I am really sorry for my mother, and I didn't do what I promised my mother and take care of my younger brothers and sisters.

Angels, this holy race, are holy, but they are also the most susceptible to darkness.

"What's the matter, brother, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and you're speechless with excitement?" said Volttenia, taking off the hat from his cloak.

A hundred years have passed, and the years have not brought the slightest trace on Voltenia's face, and it is still as young as it was at the time of the holy war a hundred years ago.

It's just that those evil eyes are telling this Cristiana that it is impossible to go back to the past, from the moment the holy war began.

"Brother, a hundred years have passed, and you still don't know what is wrong?" Cristian's question seemed so pale and weak.

"Hehe, wrong, brother who relegated me to the land of chaos for a hundred years, did you think about it back then? ”

"I want you to reflect on yourself!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. I reflect, and I want to thank you, my brother, for giving me new power in the Land of Chaos. Voltevia said this with a mockery in his tone.

Christian's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that his brother had really gained that power, the power of that evil angel sealed in the Land of Chaos.

Cristia knew that it was impossible to avoid this crisis of the angel clan, and even he had no way now, so he couldn't help but be in a trance.

"Voltaivia, even if I put my life on the line, I will protect this land and will not let you do evil. ”

"Oh, do you want another jihad on the scale of a hundred years ago? I don't want to fight you anymore, I'm too tired. And I don't think your current strength can defeat me, so, surrender obediently, don't make senseless resistance, I can leave you a whole corpse, otherwise, I will kill all your people. Voltenia's tone was imbued with the inability to resist.

Cristian's hand pulled out the holy sword at his waist, which was the inheritance left to him by his father, the holy sword of Micalia.

"I said, brother, you are still the same as when you were young, you are fearless with a lot of courage, but ah, this time is different. ”

"Bring them in!" said Volténia.

There was a sound of footsteps in the temple, and looking at the people who entered the temple, Cristian's eyes seemed to crack open because of the extreme staring!