The Angel Legion flew out of the Stigmata Domain. The fallen angels formed a wedge formation, Sacred Swords in hand, dark violet flames burning along their blades.
They pierced through the demon horde, swinging their bone swords. Every swing claimed a demon's life.
The Graywings followed behind, with gray wings, gray armor, and gray eyes.
They were not as sharp as the fallen angels, but they were greater in number and their formation was denser.
They used shields to block the demons' attacks, swords to stab into the demons' weak points, advancing step by step and compressing the demon horde into an ever-smaller space.
A new force joined the extermination army as well.
The void swarm Lynn had previously taken into the Stigmata Domain crawled out from behind the meteorite.
Hundreds of half-undead insectoids, their shells having changed from dark violet to grayish-purple, emerged with tiny mirrors slowly turning within their compound eyes.
They pounced on the fleeing lackeys, biting with their mandibles, tearing with their claws, and wrapping around them with their bodies.
The lackeys struggled. Some slashed with blades, some blasted them with sorcery, and some threw down their weapons and turned to run.
The swarm caught up, tackling them one after another.
The Chaos Dragon stood at the cave entrance, its golden eyes staring at everything in confusion.
It did not understand what had happened.
Just fifteen minutes ago, it had still been under siege by those two Stigmas, desperately manipulating spatial-temporal turbulence to block their attacks.
Now, the human Wizard among those two Stigmas had been dragged into that gray-white space. The demon had been surrounded by three Stigma-level undead, while the lackeys and demons were being slaughtered by a horde of undead that had appeared from nowhere.
Its thoughts were slow, but its body was