With a subtle roar, the flaming giant sword drew beautiful blue arcs in the air, gently passing through the bodies of the four battle angels, leaving four golden flowers of blood in the sky that changed violently.
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"Servant of the God of Light! What are you doing?"
Neotolia's voice was like thunder, falling from the sky: "You are attacking my servant, you are betraying the Lord God of Paradise Mountain! You will pay a sufficient price for your betrayal!"
Along with Neotolia's roar came large swaths of golden light rain.
In this extremely gorgeous light rain, all the demons began to howl in pain, while the wings of the battle angel showed a faint golden glow!
It rained heavily.
As soon as the body of the demon warrior touches these golden raindrops, it will be immediately ignited, and then let out various painful screams, twitching and trembling in the flames, and being burned to ashes bit by bit.
These golden light rains are very strange. The flames they cause destroy life very slowly. The ignited demon warriors are still unable to escape until they are burned to a small piece of ashes. They are still struggling slightly and trembling slightly.
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In this incomparably vast golden light rain, the domain guarding the Holy Peak trembled violently, and every raindrop falling would cause circles of ripples on the guard.
But no matter how violent the fluctuations are, this shield will always persist.
In the light rain in the sky, Iros retreated freely, not affected by the light rain at all.
Those golden raindrops fell on him, and after a moment of squirming, they would penetrate into Iros's skin and be completely absorbed by Iros.
The longer Ilos stayed in the rain, the more radiant his face became, and he obviously enjoyed the power of Neatolia, the angel of wisdom.
At this moment, more than ten battle angels gathered around Ilos, but although they had the advantage in numbers, they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of situation.
In front of Iros's fluttering blue wings, all the battle angels were afraid from the depths of their souls. What they feared was not Iros, but the faint aura of the God of Light exuding from his body!
The battle angels who were a little further away from Iros had their radiance from Neotolia dimmed a lot, and those angels fighting right around Iros were even worse. Their radiance had completely disappeared, and even turned golden.
There was also a faint blue light on the armor.
Not only were they unable to receive a strength bonus from Neotolia, but their own strength was also greatly reduced by the suppression of Ilos.
In the small space, Iros's figure flickered, and his speed had reached a whole new level. Even if Lilith was here at this time, I'm afraid she wouldn't be much faster than him.
He stretched out his left hand with a strange scream, and easily grabbed the holy spear that pierced his heart. Whether it was the extremely sharp blade or the extremely hot holy flame, it could only be struck by the flames.
There were shallow scars on his hands.
And Iros's exposed skin is covered with such scars, and these insignificant scars are still healing at an incredible speed.
In front of a dozen weapons that struck like lightning, the blue wings behind Iros quietly stretched to their maximum, covering his entire back.
Then with a clanging sound, two holy spears, a flaming ax and a thick spiked hinge hit Iros's blue wings hard!
Amidst the harsh sound of metal friction, the four weapons originating from Heaven Mountain bounced away, completely unable to break through Iros's wings. The four extremely heavy blows only sent out a few floating pieces in the air.
Flying blue feather!
The wings are originally the most glorious, sensitive and fragile part of an angel, but the pair of blue wings transformed from the wings of fallen angels behind Iros have become his strongest shield.
The contrast between reality and expectations was so huge that the four battle angels couldn't understand what they saw with their eyes, and were slightly startled.
Just this moment of stagnation was enough to lead them into the abyss of destruction.
Several invisible shadows quietly appeared, crisscrossing around the four battle angels in an instant.
The next moment, behind Ilos, there were four more gorgeous blood-colored flowers! The fragrance in the sky was extremely rich for a while!
The eyes of these battle angels are not able to see everything in the world clearly, at least the pair of void wings hidden under the blue wings of Iros have never appeared in their sight.
If the blue wing is a solid shield, then the void wing is a sharp blade.
Neotolia let out an angry roar. It was only at this moment that he remembered that Iros possessed the brilliance of the God of Light and would not be suppressed by his power at all.
The damage that the Battle Angel using the Holy Flame of Paradise Mountain as its weapon can bring to him is also very limited. From the moment it saw Iros, Neotolia unknowingly regarded him as a weak demon.
Regarding waiting, even after seeing the aura of the God of Light exuding from his body, he still couldn't figure out why...