On the battlefield, as the Holy-Light Barrier teetered under the barrage of attacks, the Archbishop in command changed expression.
"Maintain the barrier with everything you have!" the Archbishop roared.
The Priests gritted their teeth and desperately poured energy into the Holy-Light Emblems.
Their faces grew paler and paler, their foreheads drenched in sweat.
Some began bleeding from the nose, some staggered on their feet, and some collapsed to the ground, only to be dragged back up by the Priests beside them to keep maintaining the barrier.
More and more cracks spread across the barrier, growing denser by the second.
Finally, beneath the Stone Man's relentless iron fists, the barrier shattered.
Fragments of holy light scattered in every direction like shattered glass. The Priests vomited blood in unison and collapsed, unable to rise again.
Lynn gave them no chance to catch their breath.
With a wave of his hand, thirteen Fallen Angels, sixty-nine Graywings, three Radiant Fallen, and four Withered Bone Angels appeared on the battlefield.
The Angel Legion rose from the Undead army, spread their wings, and flew toward the Holy Light Legion.
The Fallen Angels led the charge, their wings black and white, Holy Swords in hand, radiating an aura that was both righteous and sinister.
The Graywings followed behind, with gray wings, gray armor, and gray eyes, like a moving cloud of gray mist.
The Angels of the Holy Light Legion froze.
They saw their own kind, yet those counterparts possessed no holy light—only death and grayness.
"What are those?" a Two-Winged Angel asked, his voice trembling.
"Fallen... Those are Fallen Angels!" a Four-Winged Angel cried angrily.
"They have desecrated the bodies of Angels!" a Six-Winged Angel shouted in fury.
The commander of the Holy Light Legion was a Six-Winged Angel named Bafiel.
He flew at the very