Incarnation of a Deity

Incarnation of a Deity

Saturnilos's smile gradually froze at the corners of his mouth.

Although the worship of deities was widespread throughout Rome, with temples and believers everywhere and people from every trade devoted to their own gods, the scene before them still far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Those wings formed entirely of shadow were like a nightmare invading the real world.

Including Saturnilos, quite a few people even suspected at that moment that they were dreaming.

Yet no matter how hard they slapped their own cheeks, they could not wake from this nightmare. They could only watch helplessly as those black wings spread wide. They even saw what looked like feathers drifting down from the sky, and their mouths fell open in shock.

Zhang Heng did not linger where he was. He had not forgotten that the wings on his back only lasted twelve seconds each day.

So the next moment, he grabbed Bach in front of him. The Germanic man felt his body grow light, then realized his feet had left the ground as he began to rise.

Despite Zhang Heng's warning beforehand, Bach could not help letting out a strange cry. The Germanic man who had feared neither heaven nor earth began struggling in terror.

There were no airplanes or hot-air balloons in this era. Aside from that unlucky fellow fitted with wax wings to cosplay Icarus, who had once been launched by a catapult, no one had ever experienced the sensation of flight. The insecurity of leaving the ground suddenly overwhelmed Bach, who had spent his entire life on land.

Only then did Zhang Heng learn that the Germanic man actually had something he feared so badly. From the look of Bach, he would rather fight a crowd below and battle Saturnilos and the others to his