Bayonetta had just hacked to death the last angel with an extremely rough technique, and the blood and flesh under the angel's white porcelain skin was splattered all over the floor. Although the blood quickly evaporated into golden light spots, Rosemary's
The smell was still stuck in her hair, almost covering up the smell of the diamond lily perfume she used. She inserted the long knife into the angel's marble face and crushed the gold ornaments decorating the armor with her high heels. "Little boy
Said he wanted to go to heaven?" she asked, "Did he say he wanted our help?"
"I don't think that thing can trouble him." Joan turned her wrist to relieve the pain caused by the previous hard attack from the Angel of Power. "When did you worry about him like a mother? I remember this is Miranda's job. You
The little boy is crying in the sky, are you going to breastfeed him?"
Bayonetta laughed, "When did you become so grumpy, Jeanne?"
"Perhaps it starts from the fact that I didn't chop off the head of the powerful angel." Joan of Arc breathed out, "Fortunately we didn't take his stupid suggestion. If we had used a bolt gun, then I would have suffered more than just soft tissue contusion."
The head of the snake-shaped superior angel is nearly ten meters high. The exposed sharp metal fangs are perfectly connected and reflect the sunlight above the clouds. The elegant streamlined body is covered with gems and halos, and the geometric metal wings are inlaid with the top of the head.
Clocks decorated with rubies and complex patterns all highlight the perfection of this creature.
This was a behemoth. Compared with it, Salomon was like a newborn kitten. But the moment the superior angel saw him, it retreated crazily as if it had encountered a natural enemy, trying to escape from Salomon.
The pursuit. The only ones that could be called a threat were a few intermediate force angels accompanying the superior angel. The jetpack behind Salomon sprayed out scorching cone-shaped flames, pushing him towards the snake-shaped superior in front.
The angel rushed over. At least five intermediate angels and a large number of lower-level angels stepped forward to stop him, but in the face of Salomon who had unlocked the stigmata and the holy sword that was gradually lighting up, those intermediate-level angels could not hold on for long.
"Stop!" The superior angel has enough intelligence to be able to talk and think.
The face of the snake-shaped superior angel is located below the head, like a cobra. It also erects its upper body like a cobra, flapping its deformed small wings and golden claws. No matter what the appearance is, no matter how urgent the situation is, the superior angel
The voices remained quiet and peaceful, with a sense of peace and sublimity, and were even accompanied by high-pitched chants and choruses in the void. When Salomon penetrated the white porcelain skin and bright red flesh of the intermediate angels and lower angels
, the superior angel immediately shouted when he broke through the clouds with the smell of rosemary all over his body.
"We can talk. We just want Umbrella's witch!"
Salomon responded with a hail of explosive bombs.
It is different from the explosive bombs used by others. The explosive warheads he uses are all alchemy products made by himself. The runes engraved on them can enhance his chance of hitting. The alloy materials used in those warheads also contain trace amounts of vibration.
Jin, under the action of high explosives, the projectile can even drill a small penetrating wound on the body of the superior angel, causing a cavity effect and messing up its internal organs. Although the superior angel can heal quickly,
But even if the superior angel is resistant to attribute attacks, the pain caused by the enchanted bombs is not so easily dissipated. What's more, every bullet that hits the snake-shaped superior angel will erupt with flames and lightning, and the black magic creatures'
Bone meal is extremely poisonous to upper plane creatures.
Similarly, he also has bolt bombs mixed with metal from the upper plane, which can be replaced as needed. If the witches didn't hate the roughness of bolt guns, he would even want to replace them with such strong and durable firearms.
, if the alchemical materials were not too expensive, he would also like to replace such warheads for all the armed personnel of the Immortal City.
The jet engine faithfully performed its duty, propelling Salomon like a meteor that roared into the marble face of the superior angel.
"Did you see it?"
"Of course I saw it." Bayonetta stepped on a little angel and stood on tiptoes, looking across the river bank towards Midtown. No one could ignore the huge figure falling from the sky, the eyesight and magic of the witches
Let them see more clearly, including the blood spurting out from the superior angel. The blood dispersed into the air like a drizzle. The residents of Brooklyn and Queens were surprised to find that they suddenly smelled a strong smell.
The smell of rosemary. If one compares the temperatures in Manhattan and Brooklyn, one will find that the temperature in some neighborhoods in Brooklyn has increased by at least two degrees Celsius. This is all because the superior angel is constantly bleeding.
"You will pay the price for what you, disgusting creatures, did before!"
Salomon swung his sword one after another, methodically using the blade and explosion to cut open the blood and flesh of the superior angel, peeling off the skin and muscles. From time to time, he activated his jetpack to avoid the angel's huge metal claws, allowing the superior angel's
The metal claws scratched open his white porcelain skin, which was comparable to high-strength alloy, and his blood-red armor inlaid with gold. He was covered in rosemary-scented angel blood, and the blood evaporated into golden light spots. He was also glowing, fiery
The holy sword and the blazing stigmata worked together, allowing him to kill the superior angel slowly and leisurely, deeply implanting the concept of pain into this soul, even if he knew that this superior angel would never be resurrected.
There will never be a day when it comes to the real plane.
Some lucky or unlucky people who have had their heads drenched with angel blood that has not had time to evaporate will find that the chronic diseases and injuries that have been bothering them will suddenly heal, while some originally healthy bodies will suffer from uncontrolled cell proliferation.
Suffering from cancer out of nowhere. The latter is harder to detect, but the former, such as blind people regaining their sight and lame people being cured, is more obvious. So soon some more pious guys will claim that they have received divine inspiration and want to "save America and restore America."
"Protestant order and get rid of gays and blacks, and Mexican smugglers." or "Destroy America, restore Protestant order, kill gays and blacks, and Mexican smugglers."
The difference between the two is actually not big.
But that was what happened later. Now the future popes are scurrying around because the battleground of the witches has moved from Williamsburg to the Greenpoint community. Most of the Polish immigrants live here, and there are a lot of restaurants and bars.
There are not many high-rise buildings and live music venues, but most of them are warehouses rented by poor artists.
This gives the witches room to show off their skills.
"It looks like he did a good job." Bayonetta turned around quickly and fired a shot behind her. The bullet hit the marble face of a superior cherubim. Not long ago, angels of the same type tried to besiege the witch, but were killed.
Salomon killed it with his own giant sword. The witch was very satisfied that such an opponent was not completely dead. If all the superior angels were killed by Salomon, how could she be a woman of the night in the future?
cowboy.
Just as Cherubim swooped forward with his giant sword, the huge arm summoned by the braided black hair suddenly punched forward. Madam Butterfly, the devil contracted by Bayonetta, excitedly urged Bayonetta to summon again.
She, it's just that the witch habitually ignored this urging.