The appearance of the Battle Angel, though anticipated by some, still gave both sides an indescribable shock.
Angels, after all, are beings of legend.
They are the guards and warriors of the high and mighty gods. In the doctrines of the Holy Church and in the minds of many, they represent justice, heroism, Glory, and invincibility, and punish evil.
When the first Battle Angel appeared in the sky, the people of Barcelona erupted in a thunderous cheer.
Meanwhile, on the Chambord City, many warriors wore expressions of astonishment and shock.
The next instant, as the chanting of Infantino and the others grew louder and more melodious, silver light flashed continuously from the silver spatial vortex Teleport in the sky, and Battle Angel Teleport out from it one after another.
In the blink of an eye, the number of Battle Angel appearing in the sky had exceeded forty.
Its enormous, pure white wings unfurled, unleashing a torrent of light that illuminated the night as if it were daytime.
"Hahaha..." Alves laughed excitedly.
Forty Battle Angel, enough to slaughter the Chambord Archons, and a dozen or so Demigod- level magical puppets—after waiting for nearly a month, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Like many Barcelona generals, he longed to rush into Chambord City and wreak havoc to vent his anger.
Especially since it's said that King of Chambord's two wives are both stunningly beautiful women, known as the Twin Beauties of the Northern Region. It's rumored that wealthy merchants and nobles in the Western Region Empire have already offered exorbitant prices to acquire these two women...
"Following God's will, eradicate the evil and darkness before us! Warriors of God, charge! Tear apart the wicked below!"
Infantino pointed his pure gold scepter at Chambord City and gave the order to attack.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Forty Battle Angel transformed into forty streaks of silver lightning, swooping down to attack Chambord City.
In mid-air, the lightsabers in their hands unleashed terrifying bolts of lightning, striking the magical shield below. Instantly, the earth shook violently, and the walls of the ancient Chambord City began to tremble as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
This scene was utterly horrifying.
"Reclaim the protective zone and activate over 80% of the energy." Old Arjen quickly made the judgment.
The orange protective shield that enveloped Chambord City slowly contracted, abandoning its protection of the outer perimeter and firmly securing Chambord City within. The orange flames burned even more intensely, seemingly withstanding the bombardment from the Battle Angel.
At the same time, fifty or sixty magical puppets, their bodies shimmering with golden light and their helmets and visors emitting bursts of crimson light, rapidly rose from the Chambord City, revealing their forms. They also released extremely powerful auras, meeting the Battle Angel swooping down from the sky without showing any weakness.
"What? How can there be sixty?"
In the sky opposite, the expressions on the Infantino, Busquets, and the others changed.
Based on all the information we had previously gathered, the Chambord only possessed about twenty-five or twenty-six magical puppets. But now, how come there are suddenly so many? Almost three times the number! The difference is simply too great. If the forty Battle Angel were enough to annihilate the magical puppets before, then now...
We'll just have to wait and see.
Alves ' smile froze, and he could no longer smile.
Boom boom boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Battle Angel and the Mithril Magic Puppet collided violently in an instant.
Clusters of blinding flames erupted in the sky, and the world seemed to fall silent. Just as people were beginning to have this illusion of peace, suddenly, a terrifying shockwave burst forth like a raging torrent, surging in all directions.
The scene was like forty-five small nuclear bombs exploding in the sky.
Lead clouds and nuclear radiation shockwaves destroyed everything around them.
In the blink of an eye, the Zuli River below was directly severed by the powerful energy, and the hundreds of meters of water flow were evaporated and dried up. The water beasts and giant fish in the water turned into smoke before they could even scream.
The Rock on the riverbank turned to powder.
Tens of thousands of puppet troops near the Zuli River collapsed into tiny fragments like a sand sculpture.
Further away, thousands of puppet troops and Barcelona soldiers, like rice husks in a hurricane, screamed as they were blown into the air by the aftershocks, then crashed into the crowd below, suffering heavy casualties.
And on the other side...
Thanks to the magical shield protecting the city, Chambord City was essentially spared all the aftershocks and suffered no damage whatsoever.
Amidst the Barcelona natives and the puppet troops, a series of urgent bugle calls and military orders rang out.
As a result, the soldiers who had already assembled and were ready to charge forward retreated in a rush, making way for the two sides' fighting machines battling in the sky, so as not to be caught in the crossfire again.
The expressions on the faces of Busquets and other Barcelona's Extreme Dao martial arts experts were not pleasant.
This was their mistake.
If this had been anticipated, the losses suffered by tens of thousands of people could have been completely avoided.
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused solely on the breathtaking battle taking place in the sky.
Battle Angel vs. Mithril Magic Puppet!!!!
Clusters of Mars and flames continuously burst forth in the sky.
The Battle Angel's lightsaber and giant wings possess terrifying destructive power, while the magic golem fights purely with a pair of iron fists and an indestructible steel body. When the lightsaber strikes the golem's surface, it can only leave a white mark a few millimeters deep.
When the Mithril Puppet's iron fists strike the Battle Angel's body, they leave behind pitted and uneven dents.
The two sides initially engaged in close-quarters combat, and aside from their terrifying strength, their fighting style was almost like that of Barbarian hacking and slashing.
call!
A Battle Angel flapped its wings like a pair of giant whips, binding the limbs and head of a magical golem, rendering it unable to move or retaliate. Then, it frantically slashed with its lightsaber, and in the blink of an eye, it chopped off one of the magical golem's arms.
This scene brought a smile to the faces of the Divine Master and the Barcelona's Extreme Dao experts.
Below, Old Arjen, Brook, Best, and the others were startled.
However, in the next instant, the magical puppet with only one arm showed no signs of pain or struggle. It remained extremely calm throughout, not even glancing at the arm that had left its body. With a roar, it actually managed to break free from the giant wings' bindings.
Then the magical puppet flashed, its remaining right arm swinging out and piercing the Battle Angel directly through its abdomen.
A violent explosion occurred, scattering both sides.
Both suffered serious injuries.
However, this obviously did not affect their combat power. The magic puppet that had lost an arm swayed slightly, while the Battle Angel with a hole in its abdomen seemed to have been unaffected. After separating for only a moment, the two pounced on each other again and fought.
These are two pseudo-creatures that lack the sense of life, touch, and pain.
Their purpose in existence is to fight.
Severed limbs are nothing; the battle will not cease until both sides are pulverized.
Such scenes played out continuously in the sky.
Because of their giant wings and weapons, and because Battle Angel are more agile and have greater combat intelligence, they are slightly stronger than magic golems in terms of individual combat power. However, there are twenty more magic golems, so the battle is relatively evenly matched, and the balance of power has not shifted significantly.
"This won't work; it's too energy-consuming."
Old Arjen knew that the Mithril Battle Puppet were His Majesty the King's prized possessions, and even the destruction of one would be an unbearable loss for Chambord City.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately issued the order.
In an instant, another sixty Mithril Battle Puppet rose from the Chambord City and joined the battle like lightning.
The Mithril Puppet, with their overwhelming numerical advantage, immediately seized control of the battlefield.
"Boom--!"
Amidst the deafening explosions, one of the Battle Angel finally fell.
It was surrounded and attacked by six or Mithril Magic Puppet, losing its ability to fight back. Its pair of giant wings were torn apart one after another, and then its body was blasted apart, turning into Holy Power energy that filled the sky, and it perished.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM--!!!!!!!!"
A series of explosions appeared densely in the sky.
More and more Battle Angel were blasted apart and fell, their silver wings and broken bodies falling from the sky like a rain of light.
"How could this be? Just how many Mithril Puppet do the Chambord have?"
Busquets, Pedro, and other Extreme Dao Barcelona fighters felt a chill run through them.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness gripped their hearts. They could hardly believe what they were seeing. How could the Chambord people be so powerful? Their strength far surpassed that of countless continental hegemon-level empires. It was not the power that a first-class vassal state should possess.
Below.
The officers in Barcelona's army, who had been waiting for the city to fall so they could charge in and vent their frustrations, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
Only Piasson, mingling among the group, was filled with the excitement of performing and concealing his true feelings.
How could Chambord City possess such formidable power?
That's incredible!
Does this mean the Zenit Empire could truly be on the verge of revival?
He tried his best to control his excitement, but his body still trembled slightly.
The soldiers around him assumed that the rookie general was trembling with fear, and couldn't help but show disdain.
"It seems we must resort to this last resort."
The silver-robed divine master Infantino's face was ashen. His Summon capacity was limited; summoning forty Battle Angel at once was already his limit. He had originally thought he could unleash his divine power and easily win, but who knew...
He took out a bottle of potion from his storage ring, tilted his head back and drank it down. His body erupted with an even stronger aura, his face flushed red, as if he were drunk, as he forcefully activated the power within his body.
Then, a series of grand incantations floated from his mouth.
The pure gold scepter was raised high once more.
The Holy Light Cross expanded rapidly.
The ten divine masters beside him also drank the red potion, each recklessly channeling their Holy Power and cooperating with all their might to chant the Summon incantation once again.
An even larger, silver vortex Teleport appeared in the sky.
A terrifying aura, like that of a true deity descending to earth, emanated from the vortex.
The real crisis for Chambord City has arrived.
First update <dd>