"Strategist, be careful. It could be a trap set by the Barcelona people. Why are there two women here at this particular time...?" Brook warned.
"It's alright, I was prepared."
Old Arjen a gentle Summon, and two magical puppets dressed in ordinary soldier uniforms appeared beside him. When the magical puppets did not unleash their aura, they even looked weaker than ordinary soldiers.
With them protecting them, unless attacked by Demigod- level powerhouse, it would be difficult to harm Old Arjen and his companions.
A moment later, two girls, still covered in thick blood, were brought up.
It was obvious that the two girls could not hide their fear and tension. When they saw the soldiers with their gleaming swords and spears, they still couldn't help but tremble. If it weren't for the promise they made to the young general, they probably wouldn't have had the courage to be here.
The moment they saw them, Old Arjen and Best were absolutely certain that these two girls were definitely not Barcelona spies.
Aside from their Zenit appearance, the expression in their eyes was something even the most astute spy could not convey.
"My lord, I have important information to report. We need to see His Majesty King of Chambord..." The two girls stood trembling, holding hands, their bodies covered in blood, looking extremely terrifying. One of them mustered her courage and spoke.
"This is the Kingdom's Military Advisor, and also Prime Ministers Best and Brook. You may speak to the three of them with any information you may have." The Saint remained vigilant, protecting the three leaders.
One of the dark-haired girls knelt on the ground and recounted their ordeal, along with Piasson's instructions, in fits and starts.
"What? People from the Holy Church are involved too?" Everyone's expression changed drastically.
No wonder the Barcelona players adopted a full-scale offensive posture; it turned out they had received such strong reinforcements. In that instant, everyone understood— the Holy Church couldn't possibly send twenty or thirty Demigod- level powerhouses to deal with the Demigod- level magical puppets of Chambord City. Therefore, tonight, the legendary Battle Angel might very well appear.
"Lord Piasson, what else did he say?" Old Arjen Earth Inquiry.
The two girls shook their heads blankly.
One of them suddenly remembered something and said urgently, "Strategist, Prime Minister, please save Lord Piasson! He didn't really betray the Empire; he's a good man. He's in great danger in the Barcelona camp."
"Don't worry, we will definitely bring Piasson out of the lion's den. He is Zenit's hero, a true warrior." Best, being the most soft-hearted, nodded and assured him.
"Take the two young ladies downstairs to wash up and settle them in properly."
Old Arjen could see clearly that the two girls looked badly injured, covered in blood and even their hair was blood red. In reality, they had only been splashed with blood and were not seriously injured. Piasson was really very clever and cautious, using this method to send them to Chambord City.
"Yes."
A soldier led two girls down from the city wall.
"Strategist, the Church's people have arrived. What should we do?" All eyes turned to old Arjen.
"Haha, no problem. They have their trump cards, and we have our killer moves too. We'll see whether their Church's Battle Angel are more powerful, or whether our Chambord City's Magic Mithril Puppet reign supreme. It's time to show our strength!" Old Arjen laughed heartily, his spirit soaring.
Everyone was greatly encouraged by these words.
"However, we still need to make some preparations. Order all the civilians in the old city to evacuate to Sky City, and Teleport all the newly arrived refugees to the Alania Empire and the Anzhi Empire. We need to be quick. We cannot leave any force other than the army in the old city. Piasson's information is very timely. We cannot leave ourselves without a way out."
In less than half an hour, dozens of Teleport had transported tens of thousands of refugees from the city walls into the city.
On the other side, the Barcelona players' magical ranged attacks failed and gradually subsided.
In the distance, torches were lit in dense array, and magical lamps rose into the air, illuminating Zuli River as if it were daytime. The puppet army from the Fourth Prince's regime was once again positioned in the vanguard, slowly approaching the Zuli River. Behind them was the elite army of the Barcelona people, a dark mass like a horde of demons from Hell.
Sixteen or seventeen figures soared into the air, releasing powerful auras.
They were all Extreme Dao experts.
The two in the lead.
One was Busquets, the commander of the Barcelona army.
The other person had white hair and beard, wore a silver-white divine robe, and held a pure gold four-ringed twelve-knot staff in his hand. He looked down at them with an arrogant expression, like a god. He was obviously a high-ranking priest from the Holy Church.
Behind the two, besides Masiqielanuo, Alves, Pedro, and other Zenit 'old friends,' there were a dozen or so other priests dressed in crimson robes.
boom!
The silver-robed priest brandished his pure gold staff, tapping it with the tip.
A terrifying pillar of silvery-white Holy Power, transformed into Spear of Judgment, carrying an aura of destruction, slammed down towards the protective magic shield of Chambord City.
It was an instant-cast [ Spear of Judgment ]! This old man's strength is at least at the Peak Mid-Stage Demigod Class.
The beam of light and the magical shield collided violently.
The earth shook violently in an instant.
The orange magical shield trembled violently, but it firmly protected the city wall below, showing no signs of breaking.
The silver-robed divine master nodded, thoughtfully saying, "To withstand my attack, it truly is God Level protective shield. The Chambord Archaeologists must have obtained an extremely remarkable God and Demon Relics. Let's not waste any more time. We should go all out, break through this city as soon as possible, slaughter the Chambord Archaeologists, and head to the God and Demon Ruins— that's the important matter."
This man spoke coldly and was prone to massacring entire cities, yet he possessed none of the compassion expected of a divine master.
Busquets nodded. "That suits me perfectly. Your Majesty Gianni Infantino, please summon the Battle Angel."
The silver-robed priest Infantino nodded, raised his pure gold scepter above his head with his right hand, and chanted a spell.
The sound was like rolling thunder, reverberating through the sky, like Holy Spirit War Song from the Grand Canyon, filled with an aura of holiness, majesty, and pride.
A massive silver cross, composed of holy Holy Power, burst forth from the head of the pure gold scepter, hovering between heaven and earth.
The eleven Demigod- level divine masters behind him flickered and hovered in the void in a certain position, guarding Infantino's side. Each of them chanted incantations of different frequencies at the same time, as if they were calling on a sleeping god. The sound waves overlapped and combined, releasing a strange and sophistical power that spread throughout the sky.
Above the cross, a silver vortex tore through the black night sky and gradually appeared.
This is an interdimensional Teleport.
A holy aura flowed out from the Teleport.
Then, a flash of silver light appeared, and a female warrior, clad in pure white armor, with a slender and curvaceous figure, slowly emerged from the Teleport. She was beautiful, but her facial expression was stiff, as if she possessed no life or intelligence. She held a silver lightsaber in her hand, and a pair of enormous, white wings, hundreds of meters long, unfurled from her back, accompanied by a destructive aura.
Battle Angel!
Second update
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