Angel Legion

The 997th Layer of the Abyss.

Azkele led his Demon army to the familiar Blood Plain.

At this moment, besides him, two Demon Monarch and more than a dozen Demon Lord had already arrived on the Blood Plain with their Demon legions.

Because the number of Demon led by Azkele was so small, it attracted the attention of the Demon Monarch and Demon Lord.

Most of the Demon Monarch in the 997th Layer of the Abyss know each other.

One of the Demon Monarch looked at Azkele and laughed loudly.

"Azkele, how did you fall to such a wretched state? Your Demon legion is now no better than those of mere Demon Lord."

Azkele blushed upon hearing this, but didn't know how to refute it, so he just roared.

"Hmph, Boaibis, your day will come."

Even when I'm down on my luck, I'll never be like you are now.

Boaibis showed him no respect whatsoever, and another Demon Monarch stood by, mocking him mercilessly, showing no sympathy whatsoever for his fellow countrymen.

To some extent, this is one manifestation of the chaos and disorder of the Abyss Demon.

Just as the three Demon Lord were about to fight each other.

A Demon Monarch with silver eye markings on his forehead and two horns on his head and body emerged from a massive Spacetime Teleportation Gate.

"Stop your pointless bickering, all Demon, you may come in with me."

The three Demon Monarch stopped abruptly and led their legions into the time-space teleportation portal.

Azkele led his Demon army through the Gate of Spacetime to a scorched land.

This place seems to have been scorched by flames for thousands of years, filled with an atmosphere of decadence and decay.

An elite Demon legion and a powerful Demon Monarch have been guarding this place for many years.

The Demon Monarch here are often the direct descendants of the Demon God Silver Eye, and they hold the power to allocate newly arrived Demon legions.

To Azkele's good fortune, because his Demon army was so small, although he was scolded, he was assigned to the central front of the Abyss Demon and the Valen World, and did not have to face that Greater Divine Power who had recently advanced.

Furthermore, the central front is where the Demon legions have the greatest advantage, allowing Azkele to Slaughter more creatures and acquire more souls.

With the arrival of the new Demon Monarch and Demon Lord, and their Demon legions, the central defenses of the Valen World collapsed once again.

Another Kingdom was razed to the ground by the Demon army, villages were burned, farmland was destroyed, cities were reduced to ruins, and countless nobles and commoners perished, their souls harvested by the Demon.

The flag of the Rodi Kingdom fell to the ground, the King and the Kingdom Knight Order were killed in battle, and the Manta Kingdom, which was originally in the rear, suddenly became the front line.

Looking down from above the Valen World, the eastern, central, and southern defense lines, which were originally a straight line many years ago, have now all become a ")" shape.

Large numbers of desperate refugees fled to the rear, praying for help from their gods, unaware that their gods had fallen before the Kingdom's destruction.

Generally speaking, the rapid fall of the Kingdom has a negative impact on the faith in the gods, and may even cause the faith to collapse, because a large amount of negative emotions will impact the Divine Kingdom in an instant.

Therefore, sometimes, some deities who are unwilling to see their kingdom of believers destroyed will choose to fight to the death.

To date, many gods have perished in the Valen World, and countless refugees have been scattered across the rear of the world. Everyone is praying for hope, but no one knows when that hope will arrive.

Feland World.

The year 2700 of the Elf Dynasty Calendar.

The Fourth Paradise Mountain.

After a hundred years of rigorous training, a million- Angel Legion stood in formation in mid-air above Paradise Mountain.

When the number of people reaches tens of thousands, it becomes boundless.

A million Angel arrayed themselves in the Void, like a vast ocean. The clanging of steel and the flapping of wings transformed into the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses, shaking the heavens.

Four High Angel Chief stood at the forefront of the legion, their faces filled with fervor, leading a million Angel in a respectful bowing to Jiang Yuu.

A million people bowed down at the same time; the scene was magnificent and exhilarating.

These are not a million ordinary people, but a million Angel who are at least Legendary.

In mid-air.

Standing before all the Angel.

Jiang Yuu was unusually clad in Platinum armor, his wings forged from light radiating a Holiness glow, and the halo above his head was pure white and flawless.

He stood with his hand on his sword, his handsome face full of majesty, looking at his vast Angel Legion, and nodded slightly.

Then he raised the longsword at his waist and gently swung it towards the Void!

"Marching out!"

A million Angel simultaneously raised their flaming swords and shouted.

"The Angel Legion is invincible!"

"The Angel Legion is invincible!"