Chapter 673 Magic Cannon

At the same time, on the other side.

A dim yellow light flew out from Irelia's hand and flew straight towards an angel opposite.

This is also a two-winged angel.

Compared to other angels, this two-winged angel was more cautious. Although the light shot out by Irelia was only an arm-thick, gray and yellowish-looking, for some reason, when the two-winged angel saw this light, he felt an instinctive fear.

She snapped her fingers.

The next moment, the sky around the two-winged angel suddenly changed into another appearance. Countless towering trees appeared out of thin air, with beautiful flowers on the branches, huge mushrooms on the trunks, and dense vines hanging on the branches.

They are entangled with each other, layer upon layer, forming a barrier filled with natural breath.

This angel might have once been with the goddess of nature, so he controls the power of nature.

At this moment, the area around the angel seemed to have turned into a forest that was big enough to seal away history.

A dense barrier of tree trunks, branches and vines woven together blocks out the air from all around.

They grew in mid-air and had no roots in the ground, but they seemed to have brought extremely heavy pressure to the earth. The ground was shaking violently, and rocks were cracking out of thin air or collapsing directly.

Just as this strange barrier was constructed, the beam of light representing the breath of dusk hit it.

puff.

An inconspicuous voice.

The next moment, whether it was the tree trunks, branches, vines, mushrooms, flowers, or moss, all began to quickly turn yellow, wither, decay, and even rot under the erosion of the power of dusk.

But it must be said that although this angel is only a two-winged angel, her strength is definitely among the best among the two-winged angels.

The plants in front of me regenerate very quickly.

As soon as one layer of barrier withered, the second layer of barrier began to sprout and be reborn.

In this way, the defense barrier built by plants was destroyed layer by layer and reborn layer by layer, like some kind of strange reincarnation.

It can be seen that the methods of these two winged angels are quite good, and are not inferior to Irelia. If it was an ordinary battle, the two might be in a stalemate for a very long time.

But alas, Irelia is not alone.

Irelia has companions.

It's the Bloody Nun, Cecilia.

In the air, a blood mist floated in the air without anyone noticing.

The thick tree trunks blocked the light of dusk.

But through the gaps in the barrier, a faint trace of light, like misty water vapor, with a light scarlet mark, gradually seeped in.

These strange silk threads spread silently as if being pulled by some mysterious force.

The nostrils of the two-winged angel twitched slightly. She also smelled the smell of blood, but the smell was so faint that it could be mistaken for an illusion if one was not careful, so she did not care much.

What's more, the war has already begun, isn't it normal to have the smell of blood? But soon, the two-winged angel felt something was wrong.

Her body seemed somewhat out of control.

My body is shaking all the time.

The blood in the body suddenly became restless, as if it was boiling, and began to flow continuously at an extremely fast speed.

She could sense more clearly that there seemed to be an extra will in her body that did not belong to her, like a strange worm crawling in her blood vessels.

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

The next moment, with a snap, the whole body suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

All the blood vessels in his body, inside and outside, burst almost at the same time, and blood spurted out desperately.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of bloody hands stretched out from the angel's chest and tore the angel's body into two halves alive.

A person crawled out of the angel's body. Who else could it be but Cecilia? Her whole body was covered in scarlet, sticky blood, which slowly fell along Cecilia's hair and skin. She really lived up to the name of the Bloody Nun.

Only between those snow-white teeth, there was a heart-shaped crystal.

Crack.

With a little force from her teeth, the Angel's Heart shattered directly into Cecilia's mouth, and pure energy poured into her body.

On the other side, the Theocracy of Spang.

Similar scenes are also playing out.

Montelicia, Niafu, and Philomena, three masters at the level of demigod, are constantly attacking and wiping out the angels that emerge from the vortex one after another.

Above the royal city, the magic barrier sparkled brightly.

Lydia and Isabel, two witches and saints at the realm of destruction who are most proficient in magical means, support the barrier and prevent any force from destroying it. Around them are tens of thousands of magicians.

There was another figure in the sky, which looked particularly dazzling.

It’s the Dragon Girl, Ifrit.

The last dragon of the Dusk Continent.

Her realm is only the middle stage of the Destruction Realm.

At best, it can only deal with a four-winged angel.

But, just like Ron before, her fighting ability cannot be simply calculated based on her own realm, just like Ron before.

In Ifrit's hand, the Dragon Pillar became as thick as an arm. Even an angel could not withstand the artifact-level Dragon Pillar. If it hit, even an angel's head would turn into paste in an instant.

The tattered bodies of angels fell from the sky.

The snow-white feathers were all dyed with scarlet.

In a short period of time, dozens of angels died in Granville and the Spang Theocracy alone.

Although there are thousands of angels in heaven, it is an absolute numerical oppression.

The death of dozens of people is simply a trivial matter not worth mentioning to the heavenly realm.

However, the current situation is obviously very different from the plan of the Heavenly Realm. They want to use the angels to slaughter people wantonly on the Dusk Continent in order to force the strong men in the God Realm of the Dusk Continent to take action.

Only when those powerful gods take action, the gods and administrators in heaven will be able to circumvent the influence of the laws and descend into this world.

But now, the disaster has already come.

The creatures on the Dusk Continent must have suffered heavy casualties.

In such a short period of time, at least millions of people died.

But a large number of angels were also slaughtered.

The Spang Theocracy and Granville even completely intercepted the angels.

In this situation, how can we force those powerful gods to show up? This won't work.

This is the Destiny Maintainer, who forcibly transported the angels to the Dusk Continent at the cost of sacrificing himself. They absolutely cannot accept such an outcome.

Boom boom...

Suddenly, there was a sound like muffled thunder in the sky.

It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The dull sound made everyone who heard it feel numb.

The next moment, another crack was seen appearing in the dark sky above Granville and the Theocracy of Spang, but this time the crack was much larger than the previous ones.

The two cracks, at least a kilometer long, looked like ugly scars.

The two huge cracks seemed to be driven by some force and quickly changed shape in mid-air, turning into two huge whirlpools in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, densely packed figures emerged from the vortex.

Angels, all of them are angels.

Countless feathers sparkling with white light fell from the vortex, and the whole world seemed to be covered with heavy snow.

At a glance, there were hundreds and thousands of angels.

The moment they saw this scene, Patrich, Hefferson, Montelicia, Niafu, Philomena... almost all the masters in the demigod realm trembled in their hearts, and a strong sense of despair even emerged uncontrollably in their hearts.

Although they had thought of it a long time ago, when they really saw such a terrifying number of angels, they still felt it was difficult to breathe.

The deep sense of despair makes them feel that the future is bleak and there is no light at all.

The most terrifying thing is that among the numerous angels, there are at least hundreds of four-winged angels, and these are all at the peak of the demigod realm.

Even if a strong man like Patrich could handle ten four-winged angels at the same time, what about twenty, thirty, or forty?

Could they really handle it?

For a moment, everyone's faces turned extremely gloomy.

However, someone like Partridge was no ordinary little character. He was calm and ruthless. They quickly adjusted their states and took a deep breath. Partridge and Hefferson shouted almost at the same time: "Everyone, retreat."

At the command, Arianna, Irelia, Cecilia and others quickly flew towards the magic shield.

With so many angels, the advantage in numbers was reversed in an instant.

As demigod-level masters, Patrich and Hefferson would not die in a short time even if they were besieged by a large number of angels, but it was hard to say for those of them who were in the realm of destruction.

In response to this disaster, they have made various contingency plans in advance.

So when responding, there was no hesitation at all. As soon as the voice fell, one figure after another returned to the magic protective shield.

They knew very well that these angels were just appetizers.

The gods behind the angels and the so-called administrators who can manipulate the gods are the real trouble.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Arianna and Irelia had just landed on the ground when strange things were pushed out from behind.

They were huge black metal barrels.

It has four huge rubber wheels that are as wide as waists, but even so, the stone paved ground under the wheels is cracking inch by inch. You can imagine how heavy this strange metal cylinder is.

It is unknown what material the entire metal cylinder is made of. At first glance, it is pitch black, but it is flashing a cold light. The surface of the cylinder is engraved with dense runes.

That special rune is obviously completely different from the current characters. Anyone who knows the goods can tell at a glance that it is the unique writing of the Twilight Dynasty, something that has been lost for thousands of years.

The metal cylinder is more than ten meters long and at least one meter in diameter. It is spacious inside and even an adult man can crawl inside it easily.

If Zhou Yang were here, he would be able to recognize this thing... a super magic cannon.

It was this magical equipment that Zhou Yang used to almost blast open the Sky Gate eight thousand years ago.

Of course, the one in front of us is dozens of sizes smaller, and its size is about one percent of the real super magic cannon in the past, but even so, it looks quite exaggerated.

This was the drawing that Zhou Yang immediately arranged for Philomena to bring out after he realized that the situation had changed.

It is naturally impossible to blast open the gate of heaven with this kind of small-scale magic cannon. It is even difficult to deal with gods, but it is more than enough to deal with angels.

As soon as the magic cannon was launched, several legendary masters quickly adjusted the angle of the cannon barrel and aimed it directly at the huge crack in the sky.

There is a container behind the magic cannon. At this moment, a large number of people are risking their lives to throw all kinds of top-grade magic stones into the container.

Cecilia, Irelia, Arianna, and Bai Yuan were each responsible for operating one magic cannon, for a total of four. As soon as their fingers pressed on the operating table and magic power was infused into it, the magic cannon immediately made a buzzing sound.

There was also a crackling sound in the middle, like the sound of glass breaking.

Inside the container, tens of thousands of top-grade magic stones instantly turned into powder.

The energy begins to dissipate.

The magic cannon controlled by Bai Yuan was filled with magic stones of thunder attribute. As Bai Yuan poured magic power into it, crackling sounds instantly exploded, and bright purple arcs entangled on the barrel like strange chains, so dense that people's hair stood on end.

The diffuse electric arcs even spread into the surrounding air, as if weaving a big net.

The surging energy could no longer be controlled, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

There was a constant buzzing sound coming from the barrel. The barrel, which was originally shining with a cold black luster, seemed to be stimulated by powerful energy and almost turned into transparent crystal throughout.

The densely packed runes on the surface of the barrel also burst into dazzling light at this time.

The invisible pressure was like the wrath of Thundergod.

Even the few legendary practitioners who were originally relatively close could not withstand the pressure. They all turned pale and kept retreating. It felt as if the lightning in the barrel would burst out and blow their bodies and souls into pieces in the next moment.

My goodness, the pressure created by the energy that escaped was so exaggerated, what would happen if this thing really hit me? Buzz buzz buzz...

In just a few seconds, the sharp sound reached its limit and the charging was completed.

The next moment, a loud bang suddenly sounded.

It was like a bolt from the blue.

Everyone around only had time to see a trace of purple instantly spurting out from the barrel, and then their eyes lost their vision for a short time. The violent roar made the minds of a large group of practitioners go blank.

The magic cannon suddenly stopped, and the recoil directly caused a terrifying impact, spreading a circle of smoke and dust on the bluestone paved ground. The ground under the feet sank instantly, and half of the tall magic cannon was directly submerged in the mud.

The practitioners who were originally surrounding them could not withstand the force of the impact and were blown away one by one, with blood spurting out of their mouths and their faces looking listless.

Only Bai Yuan stood quietly behind the magic cannon, without moving.

The impact blew Bai Yuan's long hair, making her look even more graceful.

A pair of ice-blue eyes stared at the sky. In his eyes, a huge electric python with a thousand-foot-long body was baring its fangs and claws, rushing straight towards the whirlpool.

Boom…Boom…Boom…

Immediately afterwards, three roars were heard almost simultaneously.

A red beam of light shot straight into the sky.

A terrifying ice cone at least several thousand meters long, driven by the abundant energy of tens of thousands of top-grade magic stones, went against the trend and its target was the place where the angels above were most densely populated.

There was also a strong gale, with a sharp and piercing whistle, tearing the sky apart.

The four magic cannons unleashed their power almost simultaneously, with only one destination.

At this moment, in the huge vortex above their heads, densely packed angels had just appeared. They didn't even have time to check what was happening below before the disaster had already struck.

The speed of lightning is really too fast.

The angels didn't even have time to hear the crackling sound.

They just instinctively felt the danger, their scalps tingling, and their eyes subconsciously looked downwards. They had no time to react at all. A terrifying thousand-foot-long python, accompanied by thunder, had already rushed into the angels.

With its bloody mouth, it swallowed the three angels in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, boom... there was another deafening roar.

The huge body of the electric python exploded instantly, and the energy of lightning turned into a torrent, spreading in all directions like a tsunami.

The speed of lightning is so fast that even angels cannot dodge it in time.

In an instant, almost all the angels were affected.

Those who were closer had their bones shattered, while those who were far away were paralyzed for a moment.

Although it may be only a very brief moment, a blink of an eye, but for these angels, it is the division between heaven and hell.

The attacks from the remaining three magic cannons have already hit us.

The giant pillar of fire passed straight through the group of angels, and everything in its path was reduced to ashes.

The huge ice cone directly tore open the bodies of countless angels, and then exploded among the angels. In an instant, the sky was full of crystal clearness, mixed with blood and rain.

The raging black gale was spinning violently. Once caught in it, one would be shattered into pieces in an instant.

That scene made everyone who saw it stare in amazement.

What a powerful force.

Is this really an angel? Is this really the servant of the gods in the legend, an angel that can look down on the Dusk Continent?

When did the angels become so bad? By the way, the power of this magic cannon is really exaggerated.

Unfortunately, due to the short time and high requirements, only four machines were built. Moreover, the top-grade magic stones and even dragon crystals are not easy treasures to find.

Moreover, when the magic cannon is used once, the reaction force will basically shatter the cannon itself.

In other words, this thing is a disposable item.

Otherwise, if you come a few more times, all those damn angels will be sent to hell.

Looking up at the sky again, there were originally hundreds of angels, but after a round of bombing, only two or three kittens were left.

For most of the angels, even the traces of their existence were completely wiped out.

Even those who were lucky enough to survive had faces filled with fear and were still in shock.

Since when did these tiny humans in the lower world become so powerful? How can angels like them survive?

(End of this chapter)