The aura surging from the massive vortex of Holy Power through the portal caused the heavens and earth to tremble and all things to tremble in terror.
In an instant, many people sensed something was wrong, their gazes shifting from the fierce battle between the Battle Angel and magical golems to the enormous, slowly rotating vortex Teleport that resembled a nebula.
Amidst the flowing, holy silver flames, a dazzling white light slowly descended.
The light seemed to envelop creatures that shouldn't belong to this world, causing even the surrounding space to begin to vibrate unstablely.
Gradually, the white light faded.
A Battle Angel, about three meters tall, appeared below the vortex Teleport.
Unlike the previous Battle Angel who were all depicted as beautiful women, this Battle Angel has obvious male characteristics. He is clad in simple silver light armor and holds a battle spear as his weapon. Clusters of silver-white light constantly emanate from his body. What is truly awe-inspiring is that he has two pairs of four enormous silver-white wings.
Four-Winged Battle Angel!
"Evil, I smell a strong evil!" A cold, mechanical voice came from the mouth of the male Four-Winged Battle Angel.
Compared to the two-winged female Battle Angel, he seemed more agile, showing some initial signs of life intelligence, and his silver eyes, which were no longer mechanical and dull, were now sparkling.
call out--!
A silver light tore through the void, and the Four-Winged Battle Angel instantly joined the battle.
The battle spear cleaved through the void.
boom!
A Mithril Magic Puppet was hit and blasted down from the sky, crashing heavily into the dry riverbed below, creating a bottomless crater.
The magical puppet was blasted away with a single blow?
The power of the Four-Winged Battle Angel exceeded that of the magical puppet by at least twice.
The ten magical puppets' eyes flashed with a terrifying red light. Their rudimentary combat instincts made them sense the threat, and they immediately abandoned the remaining Two-Winged Battle Angel, all surrounding the puppets, wanting to eliminate this greatest enemy.
"Roar!"
The Four-Winged Battle Angel roared, and two even more powerful white wings flapped.
Endless lightsabers, blades, spears, and lances shot out from the silver giant wings like a sudden storm, instantly engulfing the ten Mithril Magic Puppet. A series of metallic clangs accompanied by a continuous stream of Mars bursting from the battle.
In the next instant, six more magical battle golems were severely damaged.
The magic array runes within his body were damaged, causing him to sway precariously in the sky, unable to fly any longer, and he fell like a clumsy boulder.
The remaining four magical puppets could still hold on, but the blood-red light in their eyes beneath their masks was flickering erratically, like robots that had lost their energy support, their strength greatly diminished.
call out!
The Four-Winged Battle Angel swept its battle spear across the battlefield.
The four magical battle golems plummeted towards the ground like tennis balls hit by a racket.
In the blink of an eye, more than eleven war magic golems were lost.
On the Zuli River, the people of Barcelona erupted in earth-shattering cheers. The war drums thundered once more, the battle horns blared across the sky, and morale soared uncontrollably. Shouts, cheers, roars, and the sounds of weapons clashing echoed between heaven and earth.
Busquets, Alves, and the others smiled again.
"Haha, great! Excellent! The people of Chambord are finished!" In the army, Armando, riding his war beast, laughed heartily, unable to hide his excitement. He shouted to the soldiers around him, "Brothers, Chambord City will fall soon! When the time comes, charge in! Go after any woman you see, loot any money you see, kill anyone who resists! Whatever you get is yours! Haha!"
"Long live the General!"
"Long live Armando!"
The faces of the Barcelona soldiers contorted with ferocity, savagery, and excitement.
Piasson stood beside Armando, his mind in turmoil, unsure of what to do.
Is Chambord City really about to fall?
Could even the last vestiges of the empire's power not stop the Barcelona's slaughter?
Has the Zenit Empire truly perished like this?
what do I do?
what can I do?
An unprecedented despair gripped his heart.
In the sky, explosions rang out continuously. The Four-Winged Battle Angel unleashed their divine power, proving unstoppable. In the blink of an eye, another thirty or forty Mithril magic battle golems were destroyed and fell from the sky.
Judging from this, the magical battle golems of Chambord City pose absolutely no threat to the Four-Winged Battle Angel.
Even if more and more Mithril Battle Puppet were defeated, it would be impossible to reverse the course of the battle.
Piasson gripped his longsword tightly, his heart filled with grief, indignation, and resentment.
At this point, if he continued to pretend, he could have protected himself and even gained wealth and power by winning the favor of Armando, a powerful nobleman in Barcelona, thus rising rapidly in rank.
However, he silently told himself, "No matter what, I am the Knight of Zenit's Judgment Knight. Since the Empire is about to cease to exist, let me die with the Empire, with my life and Glory!"
Piasson was determined that once Chambord City fell, he would seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the Barcelona's central command, sacrificing as many lives as possible to die for his country.
At this time--
"Hahaha, listen up, you lowly slaves of Chambord! You've repeatedly refused to accept the portrait, stubborn and unyielding! Today, when we breach Chambord City, we will slaughter the entire city, leaving no one alive! Hahaha, you pitiful country bumpkins, trembling, terrified, howling, hahaha!"
In the sky, Alves laughed wildly with excitement.
Below, on the ground, all the Barcelona soldiers shouted and raised their weapons, waiting for the time to Charge.
However, at that moment, a voice, authoritative yet not angry, suddenly boomed like thunder from the rear of Chambord City—
"You clown, you're courting death! I'd like to see how you plan to slaughter my entire city!"
Before the words were even finished, a streak of pure gold light flashed and arrived.
Before anyone could react, a graceful and elegant figure appeared in the sky battlefield.
An incomparably powerful force transformed into golden mist that surrounded him.
An aura of majesty and power, not belonging to the mundane world, naturally emanated from him.
Long, black hair; a tall, straight figure like a javelin; a spotless white royal robe; a handsome face; and an imposing, serene expression beneath a faint smile... Who else could it be but the long-absent Empire-Protecting Martial Saint of the Empire of Zenit, the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ], King of Chambord Alexander?
When the kingdom faced a life-or-death crisis, Sun Fei finally returned.
He stretched out his hand slightly and gently pushed it outwards.
The Four-Winged Battle Angel that charged forward like lightning was instantly sent flying back like a white fly swatted by a fly swatter, screaming in agony. Golden blood gushed from its body, and in the blink of an eye, its body was already tattered and torn, as if it would shatter and perish at any moment.
Instant kill!
A sense of dread filled the world.
Even the remaining few Two-Winged Battle Angel, who lacked intelligence and life, were stunned into silence.
"His Majesty..."
Beneath the watchtower of the Chambord City, Best, Brook, and old Arjen couldn't help but burst into Zongheng at that moment.
"Is this... the King of Chambord?"
Piasson felt as if his soul had been ignited by a scene in the sky, and he almost burst into tears.
He was like a believer desperately seeking light in the darkness, who, just when he was about to give up, suddenly saw a red sun rising.
First update <dd>