It had to be said that when it came to gathering the Power of Faith, angels left other Epic Troop Types in the dust by more than just a little.
Male angels were handsome, female angels beautiful. Their looks were far superior to those of Epic Troop Types such as the Flesh Mountain Lord, Undead Bone Lord, and Frost Giant Dragon.
After all, the vast majority of ordinary people and mortals did not understand what an Epic rank was, nor did they know that strength had nothing to do with appearance.
All ordinary people could see was that angels were powerful yet made them feel warm, while Frost Giant Dragons were powerful yet terrifying.
This difference in appearance naturally brought about a tremendous disparity in the efficiency of gathering the Power of Faith.
Besides...
Angels were not only strong in appearance.
Before a certain war zone,
several angels flew down from the heavens and silently gazed at the ravaged, blood-and-flesh-covered earth before them.
A noble Legendary general stood there, leaning on his already-shattered greatsword and staunchly guarding the front line. His back was broad and imposing, inspiring respect and reassurance. Yet at that moment, the Legendary general's head hung low, and his entire body had already gone still.
He had fallen.
He had died from exhaustion and his wounds.
It was heartbreaking.
But then, suddenly,
"Buzz—"
As the leading angel captain raised his radiant golden sword high, a beam of pure white heavenly light pierced through the dark clouds and descended, covering the general's corpse, which was as withered as a dead tree.
In the blink of an eye, the Legendary general's broken body was rapidly repaired and restored, while the filth spreading across him was swept away.
More importantly...
A familiar aura to all professionals slowly began to recover