A strange buzzing sound echoed across the battlefield, as if space itself was trembling.

At the center of the light, a ferocious yet sacred pale bone crown suddenly appeared!

It seemed to have found its true owner, hovering steadily above Little Mu's head.

The seven gemstones set in the crown shimmered with an unprecedentedly vibrant, iridescent black light.

It resonated most fundamentally with the immense power within Xiao Mu's body, which originated from the core of the Seraph's clone but had now been completely transformed!

At the peak of this resonance, Little Mu's form underwent a tremendous transformation!

The smooth, rounded slime body rapidly solidified and shaped under the reshaping power of the seven-colored black light and the skull.

As the light faded, a brand new entity stood proudly in mid-air.

Her appearance still vaguely resembled the outline of her previous seraphic incarnation, but with an added inhuman refinement and perfection.

Her figure is slender yet explosive, seemingly inspired by Monica.

Her body was also covered by a strange battle suit that flowed with seven-colored black light.

The battle suit was ancient and majestic, as if woven from solidified stars and abysses.

Behind it, there were not the kind of wings of a seraph, but three pairs of wings of light composed of darkness and holy light, necromancy and stars respectively, with seven-colored black light flowing on their surface.

Each slight fan movement creates ripples in the space.

Archangel!

An aura of magic, never before seen in the Lohr Swamp, or even in this world, swept out like an invisible tsunami!

This aura is vast and profound, contradictory yet harmoniously unified, sacred with the whispers of the abyss, and orderly containing the wildness of chaos.

It did not possess an overwhelming legendary aura, but rather a primordial status that transcended all other powers present.

May every sense of presence evoke a sense of instinctive awe and excitement from the depths of one's soul.

The newly formed Archangel's eyes, formed from pure seven-colored black light, slowly swept across the battlefield, and wherever his gaze fell, space seemed to freeze.

"Roar—! Impossible!!"

"The tide has turned... retreat! Turu, take the rest of the men and cover their retreat! Hold them off!"

The ghastly green soul flames in Grom's (the eldest prince's) eye sockets flickered wildly, emitting hysterical yet terrifying roars.

The aura emanating from that archangel triggered a frantic warning from his instincts, which stemmed from his beast god bloodline!

Without the slightest hesitation, and no longer caring about the Blood Vine Heart or the Pale Skull Crown, saving his life was the top priority!

His massive undead body suddenly turned around and fled madly into the shadows at the edge of the battlefield, while shouting orders to Tulu to stop the enemy.

Tulu's withered face was filled with despair, but he dared not disobey. He raised the Beast King's arm bone and roared as he summoned the remaining undead orcs, attempting to form a weak defensive line.

On the other side, Thranduil Eldrinwal's emerald pupils also suddenly contracted.

Sure enough, Anna, this heretic among the elves, had mixed up with another group of heretics!

She stared intently at the seven-colored figure in mid-air, then glanced at Anna, who was completely blending into the shadows and becoming indistinguishable under Monica's cover.

The proud elven hunter made a decision in an instant.

"Walk!"

Her cool voice carried a hint of resentment, but more so, it was resolute.

If they continue to entangle themselves, facing this unknown and terrifying existence and the unpredictable star and moon, they might not only fail to capture the rebels, but they themselves might also perish here!

Although the one floating in the sky is called an angel, who knows which evil god she is loyal to!

In any case, she had never encountered an angel with this kind of image in her religious knowledge!

She exchanged a glance with her two companions, and the three of them instantly transformed into three streaks of emerald light.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it shot off in the opposite direction from Grom, intending to escape the battlefield before the Archangel fully gained control of the power.

As for the group of Holy Knights without banners and with mysterious identities, they were now in dire straits.

They were tightly bound by the holy light that suddenly erupted from Kyle's squad.

Their own strength was not top-notch, and now, facing the suffocating pressure of the Archangel, they felt their bodies stiffen, and escape was a pipe dream.

The eyes beneath the helmet of the leading knight were filled with horror and despair.

However, whether it was Grom and Turu who were eager to escape, Thranduil and his two companions who decisively withdrew, or even the Knights of Light squad filled with despair...

Their footsteps or charges failed to truly step out of the core area of ​​this chaotic battlefield!

Buzz—!!!

A booming sound, far louder and heavier than any previous magical fluctuation, suddenly descended from the sky!

A massive, intricate, and dazzling golden magic circle unfolded out of thin air without warning!

It covered the entire battlefield, its boundaries far exceeding the previous battle area, encompassing all forces attempting to escape, along with Mark's squad, Starmoon, Kyle's squad, and that team of knights in the center!

The array was made of pure golden magic, and the flowing lines seemed to contain the power to freeze time and space, radiating a terrifying pressure that could freeze one's soul!

A languid, alluring laugh, yet carrying an air of absolute control, seemed to resonate directly in everyone's minds:

"Tsk tsk tsk... That little girl from the Star Moon Church did a really good job."

Accompanied by this sound, a graceful figure seemed to emerge from the void, slowly appearing above the center of the giant golden magic circle.

With fiery red hair, casually disheveled, he was none other than the terrifying, nightmarish figure who had previously appeared in the Drywood Tribe.

Rita!

She lightly touched the air with her bare feet, as if standing in her own garden, observing with great interest the battlefield below that had been completely frozen in place because of her appearance.

Their gazes finally settled on the Archangel, who was suspended in the seven-colored black light and whose aura was still rising. Their eyes gleamed with undisguised curiosity and greed.

Finally, her gaze shifted to Xingyue, who was also suspended in mid-air with a solemn expression, and a dangerous yet alluring smile curved her lips:

"Originally, I just wanted to watch the show and see what tricks you little rascals could pull..."

"I never expected that this little thing you guys made would actually pique my interest even a little bit."

Her voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Now, I'm here. Your show is over. Little girl from the Star Moon Church, show me your trump card... or, let me take it myself?"

"Who are you?"

Xingyue's voice was unusually solemn, and her wine-red eyes were fixed on the red-haired woman in the air.

My doubts surged like a raging storm.

From the moment the [Pale Skull Crown] quest was secretly released, she had been secretly investigating its origin.

However, the clues seemed to have vanished without a trace, yielding nothing.

But through several encounters with the Enlightenment Society, an intuition had already taken root in her heart.

Such obsession with cranial crowns must have the shadow of the Enlightenment Society behind it!

Those madmen who stop at nothing are destined to be the great enemies of the Star and Crescent Church in the future.

Now that Mark had successfully brought the skull crown out of the royal tomb, she and Alfonso devised this plan to use this hot potato to cripple a powerful arm of the Enlightenment Society!