"Mere mortals dare stand against my angel army?"
"Those who defy the gods shall die."
The lead eight-winged angel's left arm had been destroyed. Holding a sword in his right, he roared, "Purify!"
"Purify!"
"Purify!"
The angels readied themselves to charge, the gales stirred by their wings laden with killing intent.
"Woooo!"
The drums stopped.
Guotai Min'an flew resolutely into the sky.
Few of the Dragon Kingdom's top fighters remained.
They were the Dragon Kingdom's last line of defense.
They were also its spiritual pillars.
"The four of you think you can stop us?" The eight-winged angel laughed contemptuously.
Even severely wounded, their combat strength, comparable to Nine Awakenings, was still beyond what Guotai Min'an could contend with.
"So what? The four of us are more than enough for a bunch of birdmen."
The four stood shoulder to shoulder before the Angel Legion.
From a distance,
the four old men looked like mantises trying to stop a chariot.
Against an army of thousands, they seemed so tiny.
"Prepare to charge. Crush them." The eight-winged angel wasted no more words and swung his longsword.
The Unicorn pulling the chariot let out a long cry.
An aura of slaughter swept across the battlefield.
The Dragon Kingdom's soldiers unconsciously tightened their grips on their weapons.
If Guotai Min'an fell, the Dragon Kingdom would be utterly defeated.
The next second,
"Shriek..."
A bird's cry rang out.
Long and piercing.
An enormous shadow covered everyone's heads like a dark cloud, including the Angel Legion.
Wherever it passed, Alliance soldiers clutched their ears in agony.
"What a huge... bird."
"That's..."
"Sword Crane."
Smith's expression darkened.
A Demon Ancestor.
Blue-green feathers, bloodthirsty eyes, wings larger than an airplane...
And atop the bird stood a man with his arms folded, looking down on everyone below.
"Well, well, bullying