Not far from Akitche, the two gods of sculpture and poetry appeared one after another, in the form of divine corpses.
Anyone who meets them for the first time will not have any feelings for these four divine corpses. This cannot be hidden from the four goddesses of art.
They knew very well that the 'old friends' in front of them not only had lost their spiritual intelligence, but also their divine power had been completely drained. Now they were nothing more than war machines with empty shells of gods.
"Oh my God! That devil Samikina! How far does it want to go to blaspheme the gods of art before it is willing to do it!" Barbara had tears streaming down her face.
None of the other three goddesses looked good.
If Barbara hadn't taken the lead in running away, none of the three of them would have ended well.
"I'm going to become one of them." The three goddesses had the same idea in their hearts.
Some gods lost their ‘life’ but gained ‘freedom’.
Some gods lost their ‘freedom’ but gained ‘life’.
The more difficult the environment, the more important the choice becomes.
"Woooooo!" The four goddesses cried and threw themselves on Mark. The angels surrounding him could only pretend they were invisible.
"If you can't bear it, I can ask Vivian to help and let them rest in peace."
"No! We should do it ourselves." Barbara, a weak goddess, rarely became tough.
The four goddesses looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
To real mortals, they can be aloof goddesses.
For a mysterious extraordinary person who can easily provide a source of divine power, ensure that their divinity is not lost, and even lead them to escape from the [hunting] of this world, Mark has no doubt that he is already an existence equivalent to the god king of a small pantheon. Let alone
The addition of the Tree God and the Lake Goddess completely established Mark's status.
If we change the goal, they might be able to pass the test by acting coquettishly and blowing the pillow.
After knowing that Mark was likely to receive the Gemini Goddess, they became sufficiently aware of the crisis in their situation.
Mark worked very hard to help them collect most of the soul fragments. If they did nothing, it would be difficult for them to survive in this increasingly large organization.
The four goddesses' thoughts moved, and all the angels around them bowed.
In the next moment, their figures disappeared from the ship, and a formation of angels that was quite exaggerated in the eyes of mortals appeared in the sky outside the gate of San Marino.
From a distance, the golden dancing angel formation looks like a swinging dance skirt, or a blooming dahlia.
The fiery red music angels form a huge treble clef.
The formation of white literary angels looks like a stack of parchment from a distance.
The colorful painted angels form a large oil painting.
More than five hundred angels flashed in the sky, and their flamboyant style immediately attracted the attention of mortals.
"The goddesses of art and the others took action collectively!"
"It's the angels of art!"
The sudden appearance of the angel brigade immediately affected the entire battlefield. Even [Death Knell] Samikina, who was hiding in the cracks of space, couldn't help but raise his illusory smoke head and gaze across the space at these uninvited guests who suddenly broke in.
【They actually have the courage to fight!?】
The appearance of the Art Angel was obviously beyond Samikina's expectation.
In its view, the goddess of art who lost her divine kingdom and even secretly erased her own name from the world should not have the courage to fight against it.
After all, there is a lack of divine power supply, and the angels' power can be said to be used less and less. Over time, it is very difficult to maintain the body. The accumulated divine power of the angels should theoretically be reserved for the last moment to fight.
What kind of suicide is this?
Now that the Art Angel Brigade has attacked in advance, Samikina is in a bit of a headache. After all, the four fallen art gods and their subordinates are really just cannon fodder.
At this moment, Samikina had cursed the God of War countless times in his heart. If his useless Apocalypse Knight hadn't lost the [War Stone], he wouldn't have had to go to so much trouble. This little cannon fodder was enough to force Mark out.
Core combat capability.
【superior!】
Samikina had an idea, and those cannon fodders immediately stepped up their offensive.
Countless building fragments were thrown out by the architectural evil: a bathroom, a living room, a stable, all kinds of outrageous large-scale building structures were mixed with evil spiritual power, and turned into large throwing objects, spanning more than two thousand people.
meters away, and hit the armored tree man hard.
On the ground, the small sculptured demons collided fiercely with the reincarnation knights under Barak's command. The entire battle line looked criss-crossed.
Of course, everyone's focus is on the sky.
Leading the charge were the Dancing Angels. Their fast and flexible postures when dodging the air-thrown objects looked like dancing golden butterflies. Every time the golden light flashed, there was a counterattacking beam of light. That was from the ribbons in their hands.
The divine radiance shot out.
When this kind of light containing higher purity of divine power fell, at least one anti-air demon's body immediately exploded and shattered.
Four teams of heavily armored angels poured out superior firepower from high altitudes without scruples, which made the construction-type demons who were also bombarded by tree men miserable.
Unable to bear the beating, the four fallen gods finally sent out their fallen angels.
It's just that these fallen angels, who obviously lack divine support and are so long that they affect the appearance of the city, are just a bunch of kites compared to the artistic angels opposite them.
The battle seemed to have just begun on the vast sky several kilometers long and wide, and it was over in a few rounds.
The fallen angels fell silently like moths on fire, turning into a grand but short-lived meteor shower.
There are still four angels of the goddess of art in the sky - behind each angel are wings full of divine power, as well as the thick and solid long-range beam strikes, as if they are swearing that they are genuine angels.
The battle was so one-sided that there was a moment of silence on the battlefield.
Immediately, the morale of the human coalition forces was greatly boosted.
"Praise to the goddess of art——"
"Long live the great Mark Destiny!"
Without the presence of guards, the bodies of the four fallen gods were exposed within the range of the angels of art.
Next scene.
All Sequence 2 and Sequence 3 angels simultaneously threw spears lingering with divine light, and the twelve spears turned into gorgeous small meteor showers, stabbing at the remains of Akitche, the god of architecture.
Twelve lines of light divided into four colors extend from the palms of their hands to the hand holding the gun.
These divine rays penetrated Ajitche completely in an instant.
There was no surprise. Ajitchi, whose divine power had been drained out, was like an empty cicada in the face of real power, and was easily blown to pieces.
Ajitche let out an inhuman shrill cry when he was about to be annihilated, and black mist burst out from his body, turning into a black mass. But at the moment before he was about to collapse, he was like a vicious beast that was about to fight back, and he pulled out his hand.
He took out the construction hammer embedded in his chest, rounded it and smashed it into the air.
This is an artifact after all.
One of Peiting's Sequence 3 Angels was seriously injured on the spot.
