Chapter 471 I am not the Lord of Golden Behemoth, You have mistaken me!
"He really is a shining winged man!"
The old patriarch murmured to himself.
Like all the other gray dwarves, he raised his head and looked up at the group of angels gathered above the tribe, his expression falling into a dull state.
He had to admit that these 'winged men' were indeed beautiful.
Even from the aesthetic point of view of the grayland dwarves, it is the same.
The most important thing is that when his eyes fell on these 'winged people', he even had the idea of being ashamed of himself and despising himself.
He inexplicably wanted to kneel on the ground.
Tell all the mistakes you made in the past.
For self-salvation!
"Damn it, this is evil magic!"
The old patriarch shook his head vigorously to keep himself awake, and said angrily: "Sure enough, these creatures from other worlds have the power to confuse people's hearts!"
"No matter how beautiful they look, it's just appearance!"
"In essence, they are extremely evil creatures, like devils that haunt the night!"
Seeing that the other tribesmen were beginning to look confused and seemed to be bewitched, the old tribe leader immediately roared, instantly waking up the surrounding gray dwarves.
"What happened to me just now?"
"I seem to have seen the goddess's crown, and I want to worship uncontrollably!"
"me too!"
The grayland dwarves around him were talking a lot.
There is shock and fear.
The old patriarch said with a gloomy expression: "This is an extremely evil bewitching force that will make us fall into it and be unable to extricate ourselves. But as long as we stay awake and have a strong will, these evil creatures cannot bewitch us!"
"I understand, Patriarch!"
A senior tribe leader said quickly: "The levels of these luminous winged beings don't seem to be high. They are generally at level five, with a few at level six. The two highest-level winged beings are only at level eight."
"Lord Patriarch, I feel that we have hope of victory!"
Among their tribes, there are three grayland dwarves who have reached level eight.
The old patriarch is a professional at the late ninth level.
He believed that under the leadership of the old patriarch, their tribe would be able to defeat this winged army.
"You are right, victory is close at hand!"
The old patriarch also felt that he could do it.
However, he still warned: "But don't be careless! This group of alien world creatures must have some ability to capture the goblin tribe."
"Flying is one of their advantages!"
"Hurry up and gather all the spears and arrows from the tribe and distribute them to the professionals above level five in the tribe. Use long-range attacks to shoot them down from the sky."
His level has reached the late ninth level.
If you take one step further, you will be able to reach the king level.
But even so, he can't fly.
Because generally speaking, professionals can fly only after they have entered the extraordinary realm. (Elemental masters who master flying magic are not included)
On the low-end battlefield, having the ability to fly can give you a huge advantage.
However, the old patriarch did not panic.
He quickly thought of a countermeasure.
"Okay, Patriarch!"
Upon hearing this, the senior leaders of the tribe hurriedly went down and followed the instructions.
…
Above the cave.
The number of angels gathered together has reached more than 350.
This is because three four-winged angels, Angelia, Meira, and Beth, rushed over with their angel teams.
Gathered here are seven full-scale angel teams.
Plus Ieta, Sally, Vina and others.
The total number of angels is nearly three hundred and seventy.
Looking around, the cave is filled with densely packed beautiful angels at a height of 100 meters, and the area is completely illuminated by long swords burning with angelic flames.
Such a scene is beautiful and shocking.
Not to mention the gray dwarves below, even the professionals on the island would be stunned when they saw this scene.
"A group of inferior intelligent creatures!"
"If my lord hadn't needed believers, these creatures would only be worthy of being purified by the holy flame!"
At this time, Angelia suddenly spoke.
His voice was cold and his expression was indifferent.
She stands at the forefront of the angel army.
Behind him are four-winged angels including Elena, Merida, Mattie, etc.
Then, she looked at the four-winged archangel Elena behind her and said, "Elena, before the battle begins, use your faith magic to cleanse the souls of these humble creatures."
"OK!"
Elena lowered her head slightly.
Immediately, she flew towards the gray dwarf tribe below.
"Let's go too!"
"End this battle as soon as possible!"
Following Angelia's words, hundreds of angels suddenly flapped their snow-white angel wings behind their backs, and poured into the Gray Land dwarf tribe like a holy torrent.
…
"Can these evil creatures finally hold back?"
The old patriarch of the Grayland dwarf tribe raised his eyes and looked at the four-winged archangel Elena who was flying straight towards him.
In his left and right hands, he held a spear made of fine iron.
There are four at your feet.
On his back was a long sword.
He is a late-level ninth-level swordsman professional, and he is so powerful that he can call himself a great swordsman.
"If you get closer than twenty meters, I'll shoot you down with a spear!"
The old patriarch stared at Elena, who was flying quickly towards the tribe, while estimating the distance that would kill with one spear.
At the same time, he said to the powerful tribesmen around him: "Be ready. When the enemy's large force approaches, you will attack together. You must cause heavy losses to the enemy in the first round!"
"As you command, Lord Patriarch!"
All the powerful tribesmen nodded one after another and expressed that they were mentally prepared to win.
On the other side, in the sky outside the tribe...
The four-winged archangel Elena also paid attention to the old patriarch and a group of powerful gray dwarves.
I even saw the old patriarch slowly raising the steel spear in his hand.
That was obviously a weapon used against her.
However, she had no fear.
In the blink of an eye, they were above the tribe, less than a hundred meters away from the assembled gray dwarf army.
Swish!!
Suddenly, a sound broke through the air.
Two fine steel spears flew towards her one after the other.
The speed is as fast as lightning.
With the naked eyes of ordinary people, the flight path of the spear cannot even be seen clearly.
However, this is not a difficult problem for the four-winged archangel Elena.
I saw her flapping the angel wings behind her, and instantly turned into a white light and disappeared from the place.
Two fine steel spears followed closely, piercing her afterimage and flying into the distance.
As for Elena's true body, it had already appeared dozens of meters away.
As a late-level ninth-level warrior, the old patriarch's attack was enough to kill a seventh-level professional instantly, but he was easily neutralized by the four-winged archangel Elena.
Angels control the speed of the world.
It is difficult for ordinary long-range attacks to cause damage to angels.
If it were a dragon soldier who was in the late seventh level like Elena, the two steel spears would most likely be one stuck in the head and the other pierced through the abdomen.
"Humble heretic!"
Elena walked through the air, looked down at the astonished old patriarch, and said: "Attacking our Lord's saints will prevent your soul from being redeemed!"
The old patriarch took a deep breath and said mockingly: "The belief in the evil god can only corrupt the soul and rot the body!"
"Heretics are always ignorant and fearless!"
Elena raised the white jade-like staff in her hand and waved it gently.
Suddenly, the top of the staff bloomed with holy light.
At the same time, a soft voice floated from Elena's mouth.
"Lord of Holy Light, redeem the world."
"Everyone should believe in the Lord and worship the Lord..."
"The Supreme Holy Lord has created light and expelled darkness forever... The Holy Lord is fraternal and selfless... People in the world should pray to the Lord and pray for the Lord's blessing..."
Along with Elena's whisper, endless light rain slowly condensed from the void.
After a while, light rain poured into the cave.
The magic of holiness and light fills the heaven and earth.
In the dark, there seem to be countless creatures praying, which are the prayers of believers...
——The magic of faith of the four-winged archangel!