Gabriel, a ninth-tier war god, wanted to forcibly seize the entire treasure vault from him...
How powerful must that person be?!
"I dare not mention that person's name."
Gabriel's wings of light unfurled, revealing a horrific scar.
The black mist was taken aback again.
Before the black mist, He could clearly see that there was a terrifying sword mark on Gabriel's wings and back!
All of Gabriel's wings of light were once severed by a single sword strike!
"Two, four, six..."
The black mist counted the wounds and then paused, stunned.
Gabriel now has four extra scars on his back!
Gabriel nodded.
“That’s right, I was born with four more wings than others of the same level.”
How do we determine the strength of angels?
It's very simple, just look at the number of wings.
If the number of wings is the same, then look at the color.
Black is stronger than the other colors, and white is weaker than the other colors!
As everyone knows, turning evil makes you ten times stronger, while turning good makes you three times weaker.
It is born with four more wings than its peers.
He was once a quasi-archangel with twelve wings!
At level 989, many near-god-tier characters were no match for him!
In other words...
The black mist cried out in surprise, revealing the truth.
"You are the strongest seed of the angel race in this generation?!"
"That's right."
When the past was mentioned, Gabriel's expression remained completely calm as he spoke.
"Before I encountered that sword, I was the strongest seed of my race, a twelve-winged black angel."
Gabriel's words were so calm, like the deathly silence beneath a vast ice field, that they sent a chill down the spine of the black mist.
There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart.
Gabriel's strong will died seventy-two years ago.
The eight-winged angel of light, Gabriel, spoke calmly and composedly.
"That's not the case now."
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