Chapter 52 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (52)
At this moment, Feng Ziang frowned, he found that Lucifer's power did not seem to be invincible, and there seemed to be a slight and imperceptible stagnation.
His heart moved, and he whispered: "Michael, I found Lucifer's flaw, we..."
Michael clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes firm: "...Zi'ang, let's fight side by side and protect the heaven."
The demon army poured in like a tide, tearing the holy land of heaven with their sharp teeth and claws.
The angel's defense line was like paper, and a huge hole was torn in an instant.
Screams, roars, and the sound of weapons clashing intertwined into a symphony of death.
The pure white feathers fluttered down, stained with blood, like withered hope.
The angels fought and retreated, and their originally neat formation was broken into pieces.
Some young angels were torn into pieces by the demons before they even had time to react, and their holy feathers of light scattered like sad and beautiful snowflakes.
Fear spread among the angel army, and they began to doubt whether they could really win this war.
Michael was extremely anxious as he looked at the purgatory-like scene before him.
War and blood were reflected in his golden eyes, and his worry was evident in his expression.
He gripped the holy sword tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hand, but he was powerless to stop the massacre.
Is heaven really going to fall?
Feng Ziang noticed Michael's abnormality and felt a pain in his heart.
He walked over to Michael and gently held his hand, a warm power passing through his fingertips.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." These four short words gave Michael great comfort.
Michael held Feng Ziang's hand back, feeling the warmth of his palm, and his originally panicked heart gradually calmed down.
The two looked at each other, and an indescribable feeling spread in the air.
The surrounding angels saw this scene and cast complicated glances at him.
Some people are envious, some are jealous, and some are disdainful.
"Ahem," Uriel coughed lightly, breaking the delicate atmosphere, "Now is not the time to talk about love, hurry up and find a way to break out!"
Feng Ziang withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and his eyes became firm.
"Michael, believe me, we can win!"
He stared closely at Lucifer in the distance, and a bold idea gradually took shape in his mind.
Although Lucifer's power is great, it is not without flaws...
"His power fluctuates..." Feng Ziang narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
Feng Ziang's eyes were as sharp as a knife as he stared at Lucifer who was wreaking havoc among the demon army.
That guy was like a god of war in Musou (a powerful fighting state in the game). Every flap of his black wings stirred up a bloody storm, and wherever he went, angels fell down in droves like harvested wheat.
"This guy is ridiculously powerful, but..." Feng Ziang was able to keenly detect the slight pause before each of Lucifer's attacks, as well as the fleeting chaos in the fluctuations of power.
"That's it! This guy's skills have a cooldown time!"
He immediately called together a group of brave-looking angels around him, and said excitedly, "Brothers, let's do something big together! Charge with me, use your ultimate skills, and kill him instantly!"
The team members were excited: "Charge, charge, charge! The angel of God will take us to fly!"
Feng Ziang took the lead, the sword in his hand shone brightly, like a bolt of lightning, piercing Lucifer directly!
The team members followed closely behind, working in perfect harmony, targeting the moment when Lucifer's power became disordered.
"Bang!" Lucifer was caught off guard and was forced back several steps by this wave of precise attacks, leaving several burn marks on his black robe.
"That's it? That's it? That's it?" The team members jeered excitedly, and they were confident after beating the boss (the powerful monster in the game, referring to Lucifer here).
Lucifer was furious: "How dare you, a bunch of ants, hurt me!"
Upon seeing this, the Angel Legion cheered loudly, their morale was greatly boosted, and their originally depressed fighting spirit was instantly ignited.
This scene saw Uriel and made him so angry that he jumped to his feet.
"Nonsense! It's absolutely nonsense!" He rushed to Michael and roared, "Look at your people, they are leading the team to die! This is a war, not a child's play!"
Michael's face was calm: "Zi'ang's judgment is correct. Lucifer's attack has a flaw. Concentrating our strength to break through is the best strategy."
"The best strategy? I think it's a dead end! What if Lucifer takes the opportunity to break through the defense? Can you bear the responsibility?" Uriel's voice was firm and stubborn, and he did not accept Michael's explanation at all.
"What's the point of saying all this now? Instead of passively defending, it's better to take the initiative to attack! The battlefield changes rapidly, you should know how to adapt to the situation!" Michael refused to give in, and the quarrel between the two made the surrounding angels at a loss.
Lucifer steadied himself, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand: "Reorganize the formation and crush them for me!"
The demon army gathered again, and the air was filled with darkness and murderous aura.
Although the morale of the Angel Legion has improved, they are still nervous in the face of this new threat.
A more intense battle is about to break out!
After regrouping, the demon army rushed towards the heaven's defense line like a black tide.
They roared and howled with overwhelming force, wanting to devour everything in front of them.
"I'll lead you guys in fighting, but this is too much!" A young angel couldn't help but swear, and the holy sword in his hand was shaking a little.
The demons covered the sky like a swarm of locusts, obscuring the sky. The originally magnificent holy city in heaven was now shrouded in the shadow of death, and the atmosphere was depressing to the extreme.
"Hold on! Hold on! Everyone, hold on!" Uriel shouted at the top of his lungs, commanding the angels to regroup.
His forehead was covered with sweat and his face was pale. He watched the battle situation nervously, trying to maintain his defense.
He knew that this battle would determine the survival of the heavens.
Azazel, Lucifer's vanguard general, holds a giant axe burning with black flames and leads the elite demons, like a sharp knife, straight to the central defense line of heaven.
"Charge! Kill all these birdmen!" Azazel laughed wildly and swung his giant axe, bringing about a bloody storm.
The angels in heaven resisted with all their might, holy light flashed, swords wielded wildly, but the enemy's attack was too fierce, and their defense line was shaky and about to collapse. Angels kept falling down with screams, and their pure white wings were dyed scarlet.
"Report! The eastern defense line has been lost!"
"Report! The southern defense line is in danger!"
"report!……"
As a series of bad news came, Uriel felt as if his eyes were darkening and he almost passed out.
He clenched his teeth and tried to keep calm.
"Everyone, concentrate your strength and defend the central defense line! We must not let them break through!"
At this moment, Feng Ziang and Michael appeared.
They stood side by side, their eyes determined, emitting a powerful aura.
"Uriel, your tactics are too rigid. If we continue like this, we will be exhausted sooner or later." Feng Ziang said in a deep voice, "We need to change our strategy."
Michael nodded and pointed the holy sword in his hand into the distance: "I have a plan..."
Uriel was stunned, looking at Feng Ziang and Michael, and suddenly a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
Maybe, they can really turn the tide of the battle...
Or maybe...
In the sky, the roars of demons and the screams of angels intertwined into a symphony of death.
The black flames collided with the holy light, and each time it caused a heart-pounding energy wave.
The defense line of heaven is like a candle in the wind, shaking and about to collapse.
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