She was already a nearly perfect Sequence 7, and she had actually advanced even further in this fierce battle, becoming a true Sequence 8 Angel, almost the pinnacle of mortals. The symbol and mark on her forehead were proof of this, symbolizing her will and determination to transcend the test of Chaos and reach true power.
However, she is not the only genius in this battle.
On the other side, Frosia was also standing in the air holding a sword. The armor on her body had long been broken, revealing the long skirt underneath, which was pure white.
Although she has lived a secluded life over the years, she has not given up her pursuit of spiritual attainments and strength. Perhaps it is precisely because she has had the most noble status and now lives a simple life that she has become more aware of the huge divisions within the empire and the hidden truths in life.
"So many evil deeds, in the name of holiness, have finally made beauty no longer beautiful, and people have fallen into confusion, lost faith, lost hope, and lost the future."
"If you firmly believe that you are right, then I have reason to show you the so-called truth."
The wings woven from pure white magic were stained with golden flames, and the pupils of their eyes also reflected the standard and rotating marks. Both of them were extraordinary beings in the angel sequence, and both were sequence 8. They fought against each other, so much so that there was an illusion of fate.
Burning wings danced in the sky, and the battle between the two men left sparks and broken flames in the sky from time to time. The magnificent scene was so shocking that it even overshadowed the battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people below.
Everyone was watching the battle in the sky, praying that their side would win.
Another flash of sword light swept across, and the two flaming swords collided with each other and were in a stalemate.
Frosia stared at the figure in front of her that looked like herself. She clenched the cross sword with all her strength, trembling slightly as she pressed the blade towards the opposite side with difficulty. Maggie also flapped her broad wings and slowly pressed the blade back to the center of the two of them.
Once again they separated, crossed and swung their blades, and broken gaps appeared on the wings of both sides. This went on and on, and the battle continued to advance in the most difficult direction.
Neither of them is the type to be easily shaken. It is wishful thinking to rely on words to crush the other's beliefs. They are also past the age of innocence and will not hold back or give in at such a critical moment of life and death. The rest of the competition can only rely on the strength of both sides and the will to persevere.
Just like the hard fight on the battlefield below, the two men were also fighting hard with all their might. Gradually, their wings were no longer glorious, and the swords in their hands were no longer blazing, but became full of gaps and almost shattered.
After another cross and slash, the broken sword finally broke, and at this last moment, the broken sword in Frosia's hand also cut across Maggie's graceful neck, bringing up a streak of astonishing blood.
The blue flame wings woven with magic in the sky dimmed and dissipated in an instant, and one of them also supported the falling figure.
Holding the black-robed nun in her arms, Frosia slowly descended from the sky. Maggie in her arms was pale. She looked at the gradually blurred sun in the sky and raised her hand tremblingly, as if she wanted to say something, but the wound on her neck made her unable to speak.
Slowly, her hands fell down weakly, and the symbols flowing in her pupils gradually dissipated and lost their focus.
Then, her breathing gradually stopped and her body slowly cooled down.
The balance of the battle was broken at this moment, the morale of the Landsworthy family was greatly boosted, and the soldiers shouted and cheered as they advanced, the boiling sound like waves.
"Frosia, Sun Diamond, victory!"
"Frosia, Sun Diamond, victory!"
"Frosia, Sun Diamond, victory!"
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Amidst these devastating cries, the Eastern Alliance soldiers grew increasingly desperate, losing their will to fight. Some began to retreat and flee, a trend that spread. The already disorganized coalition, now without its core uniting force, felt a surge of suppressed fear and timidity. Many panicked, contemplating the aftermath of defeat. The more they thought about it, the more anxious they became, their previous fighting spirit fading.
Trampling, rout, pursuit, the situation on the battlefield was completely overturned, and the faces of the great nobles in the East Territory were pale. At this time, they had to turn their horses around and flee in all directions.
Countless flags and weapons were abandoned, and when the rout began, even those who wanted to continue resisting were affected, their will to fight instantly lost, and they followed their companions in their flight. They crowded and trampled on each other, completely ignoring their comrades who had shared life and death with them not long ago, and now only hated them for blocking their escape.
After losing their fighting spirit, their backbone, and their command, the coalition forces' unruly side of a mob was fully revealed, and they were no longer as strong and fearless as before.
Frosia stood up again and witnessed everything on the battlefield. She did not feel too happy, but rather a faint sadness, as if the person falling under her was not Maggie, but another dead self.
Both of them are legitimate daughters of great nobles in the East Territory, with similar backgrounds and circumstances. If the trajectory of their fate had changed slightly, their positions would most likely be switched today, and the same tragedy would have occurred.
Frosia took a deep breath to calm the sadness in her heart, picked up the lance and flag that had been thrown on the ground, held them high, gathered everyone's faith, and then rode forward.
Let’s do our best to reduce the occurrence of such tragedies.
Gathering the faith and will in her heart, she moved forward again, galloping in the strong wind.
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