Not far from Akitche, two gods of carving and poetry appeared one after another, in the form of corpses.

Those who meet for the first time will not have feelings for these four god corpses, which can not be concealed from the four art goddesses.

They knew very well that the 'old friends' in front of them had not only lost their spiritual powers for a long time, but had also been completely drained of their divine powers, and now they were nothing more than war machines with empty divine shells.

"Oh my God! Samikina, that demon! How far does it want to blaspheme the gods of art? Barbara was already in tears.

Of the other three goddesses, none of them had a good face.

If Barbara hadn't taken the lead, none of them would have ended well.

"I'm going to be one of them." The three goddesses had the same idea in their hearts.

Some gods have lost their 'life' but gained 'freedom'.

Some gods have lost their 'freedom' but gained 'life'.

The more difficult the environment, the more important it is to make a choice.

"Woooooo The four goddesses all cried and pounced on Mark, and the angels around him could only be seen as if they were not visible.

"If you can't bear it, I can ask Vivien to help them rest in peace."

"Nope! Or do it ourselves. "Barbara, the weak goddess, is rarely tough.

The four goddesses looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

For true mortals, they can be goddesses on high.

For a mysterious and extraordinary person who can easily provide a source of divine power, ensure that their godhood does not fall, and even take them to escape from this world, Mark has no doubt that he is already equivalent to the existence of a small god-king. Not to mention the addition of the god of trees and the goddess of the lake, it completely established Mark's status.

Change the goal, they are coquettish, blowing the pillow wind, maybe they will pass the test.

After learning that Mark is likely to receive the twin goddesses, they develop a sense of crisis in their situation.

Mark had worked hard to help them get together most of the Soul Fragments, and if they didn't do anything, it would be difficult for them to get along in this growing organization.

The divine thoughts of the four goddesses moved, and all the angels bowed in unison.

In the next moment, their figures disappeared from the ship, and a large array of angels appeared in the sky outside the gates of San Marino.

The golden dancing angel formation looks like a swinging dance skirt from a distance, or a blooming dahlia.

The fiery red musical angels form a huge treble clef.

The formation of the white literary angel looks like a stack of parchment from a distance.

Colorful painted angels are framed into a large oil painting.

More than 500 angels flashed in the sky, and the flamboyant style of painting immediately attracted the attention of mortals.

"The goddess of art, they have collectively shot!"

"It's the angels of art!"

The sudden appearance of the angel brigade immediately affected the entire battlefield, and even the [Death Knell] Samikina, who was hiding in the gap between the space, couldn't help but raise her ethereal head of smoke and look across the space at these uninvited guests who suddenly broke in.

[They actually have the courage to fight!? 】

The appearance of the Angel of Art is obviously beyond Samikina's expectations.

In its opinion, the goddess of art, who has lost the kingdom of God and even secretly erased her own god name from this world, should not have the courage to face it.

After all, there is a lack of divine power supply, and the power of the angels can be said to be a little less, and after a long time, even maintaining the body is a very difficult thing. The divine power accumulated by the angels is theoretically left at the last moment to fight hard.

What kind of suicide is this?

Since the Art Angel Brigade attacked in advance, Samikina was also a bit of a headache. After all, the four fallen gods of art and their subordinates are really just cannon fodder.

At this moment, Samikina has scolded the war demon god in his heart I don't know how many times. If it weren't for his family's waste Apocalypse Knight who lost the [War Stone], he wouldn't have had to bother so much. This bit of cannon fodder is enough to force Mark's core combat power.

【Up!】 】

Samikina had an idea, and those cannon fodder immediately stepped up the offensive.

Countless pieces of building were thrown away by the architectural demons: a bathroom, a living room, a stable, all sorts of outrageous large structures mixed with evil spiritual powers, turned into large projectiles, and slammed into armored treants across a distance of two kilometers.

On the ground, the small carved demons collided fiercely with the reincarnation knight of Barak's heroic spirit. The whole front appears to be intertwined.

Of course, everyone's focus is still on the air.

At the head of the pack are the dancing angels, who look like butterflies dancing with their swift and agile posture as they dodge projectiles. Each flash of golden light was followed by a counter-attacking pillar of light. It was the divine light that shot from the ribbons on their hands.

When this kind of brilliance containing a higher purity divine power fell, at least one of the anti-void demon bodies immediately exploded.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Four teams of heavily armed angels poured superior firepower from high in the air without impunity, much to the misery of the architectural demons who were also being bombarded by the Treants.

Unable to bear the beating, the four fallen gods finally sent their fallen angels.

It's just that these fallen angels, who obviously lack divine support and look like they affect the appearance of the city, are simply a bunch of kites compared to the art angels on the other side.

The battle seemed to have just unfolded over the vast canopy of several kilometers long and wide, and it was over in a few rounds.

The fallen angels fell silently like moths on fire, turning into a grand and short-lived meteor shower.

In the vast expanse of the sky were still the angels of the four goddesses of art—each angel with wings overflowing with divine power behind them, and the thick and condensed long-range beam strike, as if to swear that they were the real angels.

The battle was so one-sided that there was silence on the battlefield for a while.

Immediately, the morale of the human coalition was greatly boosted.

"To the goddess of art—"

"Long live the great Mark Destiny!"

Without the presence of the guards, the bodies of the four fallen gods were exposed to the range of the artistic angels.

Next scene.

All of the Angels of Sequence 2 and Sequence 3 threw spears at the same time, and twelve spears turned into brilliant small meteor showers and stabbed at the remnants of Akitche, the god of architecture.

Twelve, divided into four colors, stretched from the palms of their hands to the handshake of the gun.

In an instant, these rays pierced Akitche completely.

There is no surprise, Akittche, whose divine power has been hollowed out, is like an empty cicada in front of the real power, and it is easily blown to pieces.

Akitche let out an inhuman wail as he was about to be annihilated, and the black mist burst out of his body, turning inky black. Just before he was about to collapse, he was like a dying beast fighting back, and with his backhand, he pulled out the Architectural Hammer embedded in his chest with his backhand, and smashed it into the air.

It's an artifact after all.

A Petty Sequence 3 angel was seriously injured on the spot.

That was the only result for Arkittche.