"Can your side bear the consequences?"
On the mine, listening to the voice coming from Jack's phone.
Luo Yan said coldly.
"If we're talking about ownership, the Golden Apple should belong to Greece, to the Spartans, not to 'Freedom Wings.'"
"Besides, I'm only carrying out orders. If you're dissatisfied, go complain to our commander."
"Finally, I'll give you two choices."
"First, withdraw. I can pretend nothing happened."
"Second, stay behind as corpses. I have no objections to that either."
The phone fell silent for a moment. Then McCleary roared, "Jack, kill him and bring back the Golden Apple!"
Jack nodded, tossed the phone to the ground, and called softly, "Gabriel!"
At once.
From an immeasurably distant place in the sky, a milky-white radiance whistled downward and landed on Jack.
Within that radiance, which emitted a divine aura, a holy figure emerged. It held a golden horn in one hand and a longsword in the other.
Six enormous wings, condensed from light, spread out behind it, forming an invisible pressure.
Luo Yan remained expressionless. He pointed Blazing Flame forward and said calmly, "Fire Yang True Lord."
Boom!
One after another, illusory vermilion pillars of fire rose from the ground. The temperature on the mine soared, and the roar of the flames sounded like a battle hymn.
Jack's expression changed slightly.
A moment later, a figure stepped out of the Blazing Flame behind Luo Yan.
He had swordlike brows, bright eyes, and a rugged, handsome appearance.
His gorgeous crimson robe was ancient in style, its flame patterns spilling forth rays of light.
His wide sleeves fluttered. He looked like an immortal or deity, while a Crimson Gold Heavenly Dragon coiled around his waist.
The Heavenly Dragon glared furiously and growled at the Holy Projection behind Jack.
At that moment, the flames filling