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Chapter 790 The Power of Faith

"I didn't know those idiots could control modern weapons of war." Bayonetta, wearing a white dress, stood at the intersection of Fifth Avenue, observing the shapes above Fifth Avenue that ordinary people could not see. They had wings.

The birdman was standing on the fighter jet looking for his target. The pilot sitting in the driver's seat suddenly found that he had completely lost control of the aircraft. The aircraft he was piloting was diving at a low altitude at an alarming speed, flying towards Manhattan at a low altitude like water.

The pilot quickly issued a warning and called for help to his companions.

People on the ground also noticed the situation. After all, no one could ignore the fact that a fighter jet emitting high decibel noise flew over their heads at such a close distance, not to mention that the plane's head was facing the building. The noise was getting louder and louder.

, the nose of the plane continued to lower, and the strong airflow generated by the fighter jet swept away all the Christmas decorations on the street like a hurricane. The sound of the engine shattered the fragile glass, and a shiny snow fell on Fifth Avenue.

Bayonetta raised her chin, revealing her beautiful face hidden by her wide-brimmed hat.

A pure white choker embroidered with white roses was tied around her slender neck, and her graceful shoulders sparkled against the gray fur edges of the high-slit pure white rose dress. She took out two brand-new pistols and hummed softly.

Christmas songs are like waiting for a knight to charge, waiting for the battle to come.

The angels waved their weapons and accelerated the fighter jets without hesitation.

When the plane passed through a building, the pilot activated the ejection seat. The plane was hopeless. This tragedy will become a significant event in American history, comparable to 911. The pilot was in a panic when the plane hit the ground.

He flew out at that moment, and at the moment he ejected from the cockpit, the pilot was still thinking about what kind of charges he would get and whether he could live to leave the prison.

Breathing suddenly stopped, whether it was the crashing plane or the flying Christmas store flyers, they seemed to be frozen in the air. The engine noise was stretched into a monotonous line, the music played in the store turned into inarticulate mumbling, the pilots and passers-by

The panicked expression was clearly visible. The witches worked together, and Jeanne turned the accelerator and jumped onto the plane on her motorcycle. She swung the rear of the car and knocked out the pilot and his ejection seat, which was spraying flames. Jeanne's

After the work was over, Bayonetta walked over casually and gave a beautiful kick to the nose of the fighter jet. It was as if something exploded. Most people didn't understand what happened. The plane should have crashed.

The fighter jet soared straight into the sky in the blink of an eye, violating all maneuvering regulations that the engine could perform. The rapid flipping of the wings caused a strong wind that even blew off Bayonetta's hat.

It's hard to imagine that those long and muscular legs wrapped in stockings can have such terrifying power.

Bayonetta stretched out her palms wrapped in long gloves and gracefully grabbed the falling retro wide-brimmed hat.

"What did the little boy say?" Jeanne asked.

"Do whatever we want." Bayonetta replied with a smile. She put on the wide-brimmed hat with a delicate rosette again, and said something that intellectual women should not say, which was far away from the image she usually tried hard to disguise.

Far away. "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Is he coming?"

"He is still looking for his armor. Salomon believes that the sudden appearance of the angel must be accompanied by a conspiracy." Seeing Bayonetta say this, Joan of Arc said things like "sissy" and "softie" with disdain.

Bayonetta caught a glimpse of five armed members of the Sisterhood jumping down from the roof, wearing black power armor and carrying steel wings that were emitting flames. They carried long swords and bolters, following a beautiful arc of flames.

The line landed nearby. They could see the blurry images of those invisible creatures, but they could not clearly see the feathers, halos and armor on their bodies.

"But he still cares about us, doesn't he?" The black-haired witch narrowed her eyes happily, "Girls, follow me. I know he cherishes your lives, so stay away from the center of the battle."

"We will not back down!" The witch's words were tantamount to an insult to the sisterhood. The leading android said in a deep voice, "Even if we die here, we will not tarnish the honor of the monarch."

Joan of Arc snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, "Then you should keep up and let us see what use the swords in your hands can do."

"Sisters, we will destroy all the enemies of the monarch, including these evil spirits! Use sword blades and explosive bombs, faith and fire!" The leading artificial man activated the long sword and steel wings in his hands, with a fanatical emotion

He rushed towards the creatures with bird heads. Surprisingly, the android's electric sword actually cut into the body of the false angel, and colorless blood spurted out. Immediately afterwards

, she used two explosive rounds to kill the angel cleanly. There was a slight scratch on the armor, but there was no blood. This was impossible, but it happened.

"Appear, evil spirit!" As Catherine roared, the invisible object that was originally like a silhouette suddenly took on a form, like a glass block in flowing water. Although it was still impossible to see the details clearly, it was enough for the sisters to catch it.

Opportunity strikes them.

"Lady Catherine!"

"Shut up and swing your sword!" Catherine charged towards the next enemy, the steel wings seemed to have become real wings, "Death in battle is an honor!"

The mystic mage wearing the robe of the holy corpse walked into the temple, followed by Wanda Maximoff. When they opened the door, they found that all the deacons here were walking in a hurry, and Master Daniel even activated the emergency

Agamotto uses the crystal ball, trying to discover the scale of this extradimensional invasion through this artifact.

"How's it going?" Salomon asked.

Master Daniel pointed to the crystal ball and said, "See for yourself."

The Agamotto crystal ball faithfully reflects the scale of this incident. Like an ugly scar, New York is just the corner of this scar. "We don't know why this happened, there is no warning." Master Daniel looked solemn.

, "Some people are already salvaging the fragments of the incident in the cauldron of the universe. At the same time, His Holiness has also received all the information on this incident. New York is not the center of this incident. There is only one theory that can explain the current abnormal phenomena."

"Those disgusting guys appeared because of the command of something, otherwise they would have been a piece of loose sand and died in the turbulent astral war." Salomon said. The moment he saw the enemy, he

The general outline of the incident has been deduced. "No matter what it is that brings them back together, the existence of the witch is quite crucial."

"Yes." The old guy showed no sign of his usual unreliability at this moment, "Eye of the World, remember? The power of half a god, the residue of the first god-destroying movement."

"Does Ms. Calamity have anything to say?" Salomon mentioned the mad woman who is now living in the headquarters of the Himalayas. This woman's origin is unknown, but her prophecy and perception abilities are very powerful. However, Master Daniel shook his head and claimed that

In addition to eating, the mad woman painted on the wall without even wearing a pair of shoes. "What about those paintings? I don't believe that anyone would ignore the paintings painted by a witch with extraordinary perception. There must be some kind of symbol or meaning."

"Some people did think so at first, but I don't think Spongebob and Patrick have any meaning." Master Daniel grinned, "Don't make this matter too complicated. She can't draw as long as the TV is turned off.

Draw it!”


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