This time, twenty-nine commanders came, but Ye Fan killed nineteen of them, leaving only ten of them.
The angelic army lost millions.
Seven battleships were lost.
This loss... the first commander was so panicked, the God King would definitely not be able to spare him.
"Boss, what should I do?"
Simba is also scared, and now he relies on the number one commander.
Wild said: "Let's retreat, go back and repair and make a comeback. Anyway, we know the coordinates of the ancestral star and can come over at any time. Now we stay and wait for Ye Fan to repair and attack again. We can't hold it back. The reserve energy has been consumed.
Most of it.”
Other commanders echoed.
They were afraid of being killed by Ye Fan.
Nineteen marshals, their brothers and sisters who lived together day and night, were killed alive by Ye Fan.
It's simply inhumane.
The first commander took a deep breath, his eyes were complicated, and finally sighed: "Go back and ask the God King to come out of seclusion."
"Evan must die."
"As long as you can kill Ye Fan, you can do it even if it takes my life."
The number one commander is filled with hatred.
The main battleship wrapped around the remaining battleships, opened the wormhole, slowly sailed into it, and disappeared into the vast starry sky.
"have they gone?"
Ye Fan felt a little regretful when he saw the situation in the starry sky outside the territory. He originally thought of waiting for the repairs to be completed before continuing to seize the main battleship.
He turned back to look at the Queen and asked: "Your intuition is not correct, they just retreated."
The Queen hummed: "Who said intuition must be accurate? It's just a hunch of possibilities. It's always better to be cautious. Let's go to the Palace of Disaster to suppress those angels and explore the battleship thoroughly."
Fang Rui came over and said excitedly: "Xiaofan, I have thoroughly researched the battleship, and then we can build the battleship ourselves. The premise is that there are enough complete materials."
Ye Fan was very satisfied with this trophy.
He took everyone to the Palace of Disaster.
Five battleships, the angel army has about three million, among which there are 8,000 seraphs, which is equivalent to 8,000 monks in the realm of suffering.
Amazing.
But Ye Fan could suppress it easily.
He is now in the realm of supernatural power and has condensed six magical power seeds. How powerful he is.
Ye Fan killed a group of ruthless people, to be precise, he killed a million angels, and their blood flowed like a river.
The remaining two million angels' army was so overwhelmed by the dead souls that they no longer dared to act recklessly. They all prostrate themselves on the ground, obediently.
Ye Fan didn't bother with them either.
"If you want to survive, one way is to become my slave and sign a blood contract."
"Uh-huh."
Ye Fan used the Great Blood Pact Technique.
A huge blood book was displayed horizontally in the air. The angel army forced their natal blood essence into the blood book, and a connection was immediately established.
"Meet the master!"
An army of two million angels surrendered.
The great blood contract technique establishes a blood contract, which the angel race cannot baptize themselves.
Now these angels are Ye Fan's most loyal servants.
After establishing contact, Ye Fan also clearly felt the combat power of these angels.
Eight thousand six-winged angels, hundreds of them were killed, but plus the one thousand six-winged angels in the warship captured by Ye Fan at the beginning.
In other words, there are more than 9,000 seraphs.
There are eight hundred thousand four-winged angels.
The rest are all two-winged angels, and the weakest one has more than one million.
This is a huge force.
On today's earth, Ye Fan arranged for an army of angels to attack, capable of sweeping everything.
No one can stop it.
"Let's go study the warship." Ye Fan led everyone into the warship.
In the vast starry sky.
After the angels left, the starry sky gradually returned to calm.
A battleship suddenly appeared on the previous battlefield. This battleship was extremely strange, pitch black, and seemed to blend in with the starry sky, making it difficult to spot.
On top of the battleship, there was a terrifying aura.
One of the leading creatures sneered: "The angels are really trash, they were beaten away."
The other powerful creatures laughed.
"Commander, what should we do? Attack the ancestral planet?"