Michael glanced at the time, then looked at the angel leading the team. "Your turn. Fly toward the target at full speed, and scan for secret realms along the way. The Demon Race should be hiding nearby. If things become impossible, expose their position and draw the fire onto them for us."
"Even if you don't find them, you know what to do."
Azeroth's expression was solemn as he drew the Sword of Light and held it before his chest. "We will complete the mission."
"Brothers, follow me!"
Five Twelve-Winged Angels and twenty Ten-Winged Angels rose into the sky, their bodies wrapped in the power of light, and flew toward the target at full speed.
The God Race legion guarding the area was startled. Watching the enemy's high-ranking angels fly straight toward them at full speed, one guard could scarcely believe his eyes. "What?"
He immediately shouted, "Enemy..."
A Lightsaber pierced his throat. His head rolled a long way across the ground, his eyes wide and his lips murmuring, "...attack."
Cries rose all along the border: "Enemy attack!"
The angels did not stop at all, instead flying toward their target at full speed.
Hearing the cries, the God Race's Quasi-Sages and Sage Realm experts immediately rose into the sky and pursued the angel legion at full speed.
The Devouring Demon God stationed there rose into the sky but did not give chase. Instead, he looked at Michael approaching the area and barked coldly, "What? Looking for a fight?"
Michael shook his head with a smile. "Don't misunderstand. They've defected. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with me. I'm just here for a chat."
"Hmph. Whatever tricks you're playing, these defecting angels will sleep here forever."
Michael wore a look of regret. "Oh? What a pity."
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