Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 813 Doomsday Battle (…
In response to Michael's call, the two huge angels who accompanied him to this plane came out of the void. They each summoned a chariot burning with the holy flames of Heavenly Mountain, and then under the guidance of countless holy knights.
Amid cheers, he flew towards the Allied Powers.
The Pope raised his hand, and the Holy Son Heathcote immediately leaned forward and listened to his instructions.
"Hiscott, please end this war as soon as possible..."
The Holy Son nodded, then flew into the air, pointing the long sword in his hand at the battle line where the Allies were beginning to show signs of chaos!
The holy light kept lighting up under the night, and dozens of holy knights appeared one by one, with looming wings slowly waving behind them.
At this moment, around the high platform, hundreds of mysterious warriors who had been standing still took off their robes and rushed towards the Allied army in groups of several people.
At this moment, a curved silver light suddenly appeared in the night. It came from nothingness, cut through half of the sky in an instant, and finally landed on a huge angel riding a flaming chariot.
The silver combat boots stretched out from the void, seemingly stepping on the flaming chariot inadvertently, and then a faint wave of power spread to every corner of the chariot on Heaven Mountain.
Suddenly a fireball with a diameter of a hundred meters exploded in the sky, and then a silver lightning flashed across the sky. This lightning was so dazzling that it even eclipsed the huge fireball!
Then there were two thunderous roars of pain in the sky and the earth. Amidst the rumbling roars, Themis, dressed in silver armor, finally appeared. Her angular lips were constantly overflowing with golden blood, and that
Her eyes shining with golden cross stars were staring at the Holy Son, Heathcote, who was flying towards her!
In her left hand, she held a huge wing that originally belonged to Yang Lian. The wing was still twitching painfully, and her long sword had long since left her hand and was nailed to the wings of another huge angel, Zhenjia.
The angel Yang Lian, who had lost one of his wings, was falling to the ground. Several meters long holy flames could not help but burst out from his golden armor. Before he hit the ground, he turned into a huge fireball, and then crashed onto the alliance's side with a roar.
In the camp, the sudden wave of holy flames swept over thousands of warriors!
Zhenjia was struggling painfully in the sky. He could no longer control the flame chariot. The chariot burning with blazing flames flew out aimlessly forward, then drew an arc and fell into the camp of the Allied Forces.
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The next moment, raging flames soared into the sky, eventually forming a mushroom-shaped fire cloud.
Suddenly a long dragon roar came from the sky, and a giant dragon emerged from nowhere, biting the sword, and then shook its head violently!
Zhenjia roared suddenly and stabbed the giant sword burning with holy flames into the chest of the sacred dragon with his backhand. The sacred dragon let out a painful dragon roar, bit the sword, turned around and ran away into the distance.
On the long sword, there are two huge wings that open and close on their own.
Zhenjia's power remained the same, and then the scar on his back began to emit a faint holy flame.
The Pope sighed and said feebly: "It was my incompetence that allowed Lilith to regain her strength in this plane and destroyed the two glorious Angels of Power you brought..."
Michael smiled faintly. His eyes were not on Themis at all. He just followed Ilos and said casually:
"It doesn't matter, there are already too many servants like Yanglian and Zhenjia in front of my master."
At this time, Iros had already landed on the high platform full of magicians, and held the crumbling Ekaterina in his arms.
Her face was as pale as paper, and she was biting her lower lip with her silver teeth, trying desperately to suppress the magic power that was almost boiling in her body.
When Ilos held her in his arms, she felt like a small boat hiding in a safe harbor, her expression relaxed.
Not only her, but the magic power in the bodies of several mages within a few meters of Iros gradually subsided, while the mages a little further away from Iros were still in pain, and from time to time some of them turned into shining magic torches.
Seeing this strange situation, the mage who was still alive on the high platform crowded towards Ilos with all their strength.
"Iros, you..."
Ekaterina looked extremely weak and couldn't even speak. However, after just a short time in Iros's arms, her complexion improved a lot.
"Don't talk. I will find a way to send you away immediately. Then you will find a place to hide. Don't be discovered by the Holy Church. Remember?"
Iros kissed her gently on the lips, and tasted a hint of burnt bitterness on the tip of his tongue.
A strong wind hit the high platform and blew the dying mages around Iros off the high platform.
Goodwin's figure appeared in the wind. Just as he was about to say something, Iros suddenly stood up and handed Ekaterina into his hands.
Goodwin was taken aback and said, "What are you doing?"
Iros said: "Take her away immediately! Return to Shire and Fiona's side."
"What about you? Why don't you run away?"
Iros smiled bitterly, turned around and looked in the direction of the Holy Empire, and sighed:
"Me?...I can't escape anymore."
Goodwin followed Iros' gaze and saw thousands of meters away, a pair of eyes hiding thousands of stars, looking at Iros calmly.
Goodwin knew that Iros's words were orders, and as the commander of the Shire, he had to obey, so he said no more, picked up Ekaterina and flew away into the distance.
At this time, the battle situation had turned into a massacre. Behind Heathcote, dozens of holy knights showing faint light wings rushed forward like meteors into the black mist that was still advancing tenaciously.
The black mist remained still for a moment, and then a pillar of flames rose into the sky in the center, hundreds of meters into the sky, and then gradually dissipated.
Where the flame pillar rose, there was only a blank area with a diameter of a hundred meters.
John Wick pulled the rapier out of a Templar's throat, his feet swaying slightly.
He looked at the new group of sanctuaries that had gathered around him, and his face gradually became serious.
Each group of temples will have two or three warriors responsible for melee combat, an archer for long-range attacks, several mages, and one or two templars dedicated to protecting the mages.
With such a combination, this group of temples is enough to send a legendary strong man to destruction.
There are only a few strong people who can break through the legendary realm, but the temples close to the legendary realm can be cultivated in large numbers.
Relying on the terrifying power of the rapier in his hand, John Wick has sent two groups of temples to the point of no return.
But in the blink of an eye, a third group surrounded him again.
John Wick did not expect any help. He knew that all the strong men in the sanctuary on his side would definitely face threats from two or three groups of sanctuaries.
He took a deep breath, gathered up the last of his fighting spirit, lightly shook the seven-colored thin sword in his hand, and suddenly jumped over the head of the temple and pounced on the mages hiding behind.
There was a soft choking sound, and an aqua-blue long sword made of pure fighting spirit caught John Wick's rapier.
In this war-torn battlefield, Oedipus still looks so calm.
Destructive winds or flames continued to fall from the sky, and white or golden feathers would occasionally fall down. Under the night, there were free colored lights and drifting gaps in space, making it impossible to see clearly the Inui who were fighting desperately.
The figures of Miss and Heathcote.
Iros wielded the Dou Qi Blade in one hand and held the magic sword Kungunir in the other. He swept through the two groups of temples like a breeze, leaving only a dozen broken bodies behind him.
Then he stretched out his arms and blocked nearly a hundred people who were pouring into the church.
However, no matter whether Iros was charging, retreating, ascending or hiding, Michael's eyes were always locked on him and never strayed away in the slightest.
This seraph who came with a star seemed to have no interest in other people, nor did he care about the progress of the battle. He just looked at Iros steadily.
On this extremely tragic battlefield, time actually passed very slowly. Goodwin, who was flying quickly with Ekaterina in his arms, had not yet flown out of the battlefield.
The pope's old, but powerful voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth:
"...the Lord says that what should stop will not go forward!"
Iros was horrified!
This is such a familiar, extremely familiar voice...
Iros raised his head, looked at the world that was losing its color bit by bit, and sighed deeply. An invisible force spread quietly. Within a few meters around Iros, the blood was still bright red and the sword was still sharp.