While the war in the Devil's City of Satan is in full swing, don't forget that in the human world, in the most prosperous city, the Big Apple, an unavoidable war has broken out.
The war between monsters and angels has been full of killing moves from the very beginning. All kinds of sure-kills at the bottom of the box have been lost again and again. It is not uncommon to see various angels hugging monsters and self-destructing. Although angels are gods, it does not mean that they cannot be killed.
. Under the well-prepared surprise attack by a group of red-eyed monsters, the angels' defense line could not even be connected. They were divided into small areas by the massive monsters for defense. The largest number of people was only about 8,000.
Here, the smallest group only has about a hundred angels supporting it.
The monster adopts the strategy of "divide the enemy and attack them". It does not seek to resolve the battle in the shortest time, but seeks to eliminate the most enemies at the minimum cost. The encircling force against a large group is the largest, but the attack intensity is the weakest.
As long as you don't let the guys inside break out, it's enough.
On the contrary, those small groups have to face dozens of times their own crazy enemies. They are just a group of beasts, more crazy than the demon army. Probably the vast majority of monsters have always been in an unorganized and undisciplined free state.
This maintains their strong wildness.
The war forced the angel groups around the three soul-gathering platforms to automatically approach them. The two soul-gathering platforms guarded by Michael and Raphael each gathered about 5,000 angels. The positions of Shuke and Reina had the largest number of people, reaching
More than 8,000 people.
The rest is almost as if it has been defined as food by the monsters, and is eaten away bit by bit in order of quantity.
Standing on the sun visor of the stadium stand, Michael walked out from a group of angel guards with frowning faces. From outside the stadium parking lot, he saw that it was densely packed with all kinds of monsters.
Whether it's the streets, the rooms, or the sky, they are all covered with all kinds of monsters. Just looking at their number makes one's scalp numb.
Michael took out the only modern product he had on him, which was an iPhone 6 that had just been released. The 5.5-inch face-slapping machine slapped the side of his face, completely covering his face.
There was only one phone number in Michael's cell phone. It also had a simple dialing function, and he called Victoria directly on the ellipsis. Although the signal in the entire Big Apple City is currently blocked, she specifically explained that it cannot be blocked.
Incoming calls from this number.
Therefore, Michael successfully heard Victoria's standard English speaking in a squatting voice, "Sir Michael, you finally called! Very good! Very good! For some reason, suddenly a large wave of monsters poured in through the subway line.
I was still worried about you when the Big Apple City was being burned, killed, and looted, but it wasn’t until I heard your voice that my heart finally calmed down..."
"Crazy human woman, please stop being pretentious, okay? Is this hypocritical performance really interesting? The monster attacks without your help, I would rather pull the wings off my back and make you Orleans roasted wings. Do you really know
What are you doing?
In addition to our nearly 50,000 angels, there are nearly 8 million civilians in this city, and you have abandoned them even more ruthlessly than the devil." Michael sneered.
"Lord Michael, I don't understand what you mean at all. If you suspect that humans are assisting monsters in attacking you, I promise that I will get to the bottom of it and find out the traitors among humans.
However, here, I can only say to you that we are the partners who most abide by the code of peace and are gentlemen with the spirit of contract. Regarding everything that is happening in the city now, I and the entire human management can assure you
I will never do anything that violates the contract. To put it another step back, those citizens in the city overthrew our administrative agency fifteen days ago and worshiped you as the true god. Now that you are causing such trouble, as the patron saint
Can you please protect their safety?
Of course, this request is not within the framework of the agreement, it is just based on your conscience." Victoria was completely dissatisfied that Michael died too slowly, and she shamelessly set a trap for this bird man.
"Don't worry, my conscience is as strong as Miss Victoria's integrity, so... just pray for the citizens who have been abandoned by you to leave a whole body!" After Michael said this, he directly squeezed the phone in his hand.
, I never want to deal with this woman again in my life.
"Sir, what should we do now? Since just now, we have been receiving distress signals from our companions. They have been divided into many small pieces and are undergoing fierce attacks." The adjutant said sadly.
"Tell them that fighting to the last moment is loyalty to God and respect for one's own life. Fortunately, monsters in the world do not have strong reproductive capabilities like humans, and not many of them are squeezed.
What we are facing now is almost all the power of monsters in the world." Michael said and took out his long gun handle, and the white spirit of heaven and earth and the spirit of wind quickly condensed and gathered into an irregular gun head.
The Seven Deadly Sins' spear rotated and its tip was aimed at the sky above.
"God said...she will destroy the world with a storm." After a simple incantation, Michael waved forward. In the monster camp not far away, the wind between heaven and earth quickly connected together.
A dozen or so tornadoes came out of thin air, sucking in the floor of the building, humans, and monsters, tearing their bodies apart with the wind.
"Everyone, this is a war of attrition, a protracted battle to see who can last until the end. They can get supplies by eating people. We can get support from the Spirit Gathering Platform behind us. They can only eat 8 million people, but we can
The spirits of heaven and earth that I rely on are endless. As long as I hold this place, what can another five million monsters do to me?" Michael smiled wildly.
Returning to the Demon World, Thirteen's confrontation with the violent Demon King Samael makes people forget about the world. At this moment, Thirteen does not carry any ideological baggage, and the mission has long been forgotten. Vivian is enough to open the door.
.
Now he only has one thing, "just defeat everyone who challenges him..."
The only weapon available to Thirteen is Xiba. Thirteen likes the new name she gave him. Looking at Xiba's dark face, I don't know whether he is happy to accept it or not.
Anyway, while Xiba was staying in the Sword Niche Ghost, Thirteen learned that Xiba looked majestic and powerful, but in fact he was a demon soldier who had never been thrown into the battlefield. Although he had heaven-level abilities, he was
Or he was directly abandoned by the creator to the Demon Soldier Cemetery.
Just because its creator is Tomoe, the most famous magic weapon forger in the demon world. He has a quirk that he pursues perfection in everything, whether it is materials, shapes, or colors.
Just like Xiba, it was forged using magic stones that Ba had collected for nearly 1,000 years. The forging process alone took 10 years.
In the past ten years, Xiba has developed a complete personality since the second year. He is like a child looking at the outside world through the small window in the forge. He watched his father prepare the complex
The formula poured in through the opening, and then became part of his body, which made him grow up little by little.
Xiba believed that Ba's father loved him the most, because even if he fell asleep, Ba's father would still look at him through the small opening on the forging furnace, his eyes full of fascination.
Baba has lived for 3,000 years, and has only forged 10 weapons on his middle finger in his life, but each one is an artifact used by the devil, and he has never failed. He is the greatest genius in the forging world, the Einstein of the devil.
But during the forging process of Xiba...he made a mistake. There was no way this old man, who had surpassed the oldest age of the tribe, was already blinded by the wind. His dream of creating the 11th artifact ended up being...
No guarantee for late holidays.
There was a deviation in the ingredients in the formula, causing Siba to undergo rapid oxidation and turn into a dark-skinned, four-armed man. His transformed weapons were also dull.
Dad Ba was very disappointed. Although Xiba still had the strength to be a heaven-level demon-hunting weapon, he was still far away from being a divine weapon. Xiba tried hard to show his power, hoping to make Dad Ba happy. But in the end, the old man only had
There was a hint of a smile at the moment I abandoned him.
Ba is more face-saving than anyone else, and even to his death he does not want to leave a reputation for making mistakes. The false reputation of the number one blacksmith in the demon world is no more important to him than a son, but... Ba has never regarded Siba as his own.
Son, even if he maintains 10 years of hard work.
In Ba's eyes, Siba is just a tool, just like a otaku who has cherished his own inflatable doll for ten years, but no one has ever thought about marrying an inflatable doll in this life.
, they are just a tool to satisfy human beings' temporary interests.
From that moment on, what Xiba hated was this world, which had never regarded him as a human being. He would rather follow the village chief and die in the Demon Soldier Cemetery than return to this ruthless world.
place.
But just as the village chief said, Thirteen is a special person. He respects all living things and the only ones he despises are his enemies.
"Siba, every time I call your name, I feel the pleasure of a long-legged oppa. Come on, let me see how strong you are?" Thirteen's proud hands clenched the Spirit Release Machine and pointed straight ahead.
"I'm the strongest. If you're too weak, you're just too weak to use me." Xiba's tone of voice when facing Thirteen was still irritable, but he had already cooperated with his four arms crossed and held Thirteen's body.
At the interface between the two spiritual release machines.
Fingertips Love You Thirteen flicked to both sides with a smile, and Xiba's body seemed to be torn from the middle, instantly turning into a black sword and a black long sword.
Yes, his power is the legendary... Sword Domain→_→