"To blaspheme the Wind God is punishable by death!"
Seeing Seris flying towards the city with murderous intent, the Wind God's messenger raised his hand expressionlessly.
As the blue light flashed, the power of the wind element spread.
A swirling azure halo, consisting of nine layers, suddenly appeared all around, descending one after another and surging towards Seris.
Wind-based attack divine spell - Ninefold Wind Ring.
Combining control and attack, this technique, when used by the Wind God Messenger who is nearly at the level of a main god, guarantees certain death if it hits.
"It's over, I've been killed." Feeling the terrifying power pressing down on him from all around, Seris was filled with despair. He even felt his body, under the control of the system, uncontrollably wanting to come into contact with the attacking divine magic.
"Who gave you the audacity to judge the believers of the Holy Light?"
Just then, a cold voice rang out, and countless golden beams of light fell from the sky.
The vast divine power drives away the other laws.
Ten thousand angels descended.
The weapons in their hands still carried traces of the demon god's aura, exuding a chilling killing intent.
Above, accompanied by a loud dragon roar, more than twenty peak-level high-god bone dragons circled endlessly, their eyes exuding a chilling aura.
The most alarming thing was what lay ahead of them.
A six-winged angel stood proudly.
Her expression was indifferent as she slowly raised a golden longsword in her hand, emanating a sense of oppression that seemed to emanate from the very soul.
"God-level! Commanding Angel Sophie?"
The Wind God's messenger was startled. He couldn't care less about killing Seris anymore. He hurriedly dispersed his attack spells and instead set up dozens of wind walls in front of him.
"How is that possible? Didn't the intelligence report say that only three Seraphim descended from the Holy Light pantheon? And only the Preacher Angel was a chief god..."
The Wind God's messenger's expression suddenly turned grim.
He represents the arrival of the wind god; we cannot retreat without a fight.
However, even if a Seraphim of the highest divine level were to be awakened, they would probably still be no match for him.
He hesitated before speaking, "Your Excellency Commander, I..."
"Do you wish to repent before our Lord and wholeheartedly believe in the Holy Light?"
"No, I..."
The six-winged angel's expression suddenly turned cold.
"Unwilling? The angelic legion, heed my command and purify these heretics who have strayed from the Holy Light."
Instantly, the angels, who had been itching to act, raised their holy weapons and charged forward with fanatical expressions.
"Damn it, so many eras have passed, how come these brainless creatures haven't changed at all? We can't communicate with them at all."
The Wind God's messenger's face darkened further, and some unpleasant memories involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Before the Abyss appeared, these seemingly holy and beautiful creatures often shouted things like "heresy," "purification," and "holy lord" to seize faith and wage war, acting like madmen.
What to do, what to do!
As the angel legion drew ever closer, the Wind God's messenger grew increasingly panicked.
If a real fight breaks out, one of these Seraphim, who are at the level of a supreme god, could wipe them all out.
Two cyan whirlwinds even subconsciously rose up at his feet—divine magic: wind beneath his feet.
Of course, this is not out of fear, but simply the instinctive reaction of every wind-elemental deity.
"My lord, I have not accomplished anything since joining the Wind God faction. I am willing to fight against the true god of the opposing faction and spread the glory of my Wind God faction!"
A passionate and inspiring voice rang out.
My Wind God faction has such a brave general?
The anxious messenger of the wind god was overjoyed upon hearing this. He turned around and saw a muscular man, easily two meters tall, walking out from behind and bowing to ask for instructions.
With the strength of a peak-level god, he shouldn't be a good-for-nothing.
"Very well! The Wind God appreciates a brave believer like you, so I, the messenger, will give you this opportunity."
The Wind God's messenger regained his previous composure: "That is the fifth Seraphim of Heaven, quite capable. Even I, the messenger, would have to put in some effort to deal with her. You don't need to be impatient; simply stopping her is a great achievement."
"Thank you, envoy!"
The burly man's face lit up with joy. He turned around and shouted, "I am Krans, a follower of the Wind God. Do you dare to fight me?"
"heresy."
The six-winged angel glanced over, and a god-like aura swept past.
The Wind God Messenger, who had originally intended to say a few words to encourage his subordinates, suddenly felt a chill and wisely shut his mouth.
"If you can't fight here, then come and fight me in the void!"
With that, the burly man charged toward the sky.
The six-winged angel seemed to be angered as well, and chased after them without hesitation, soon disappearing from sight.
"This is a true believer; even knowing he is no match, he tries his best to hold off his opponent."
The Wind God's Messenger felt a surge of emotion and secretly resolved that as long as the other party returned alive, he would definitely inform the God Lord and improve his ranking in the Wind God's Tower.
"All personnel, listen to my command and prepare for battle."
The Wind God's messenger dispelled the wind wall that had protected him, conjured two towering tornadoes with his hands, and charged forward head-on with a flash of azure light beneath his feet.
Without the Seraphim, who were at the level of a supreme god, he was fearless!
Bang!
He was greeted by a full twenty-four peak-level god-level bone dragon knights.
Scorching heat, icy cold... Several dragon breaths annihilated the tornado formed by the power of the laws, and the two thick dragon tails suddenly lashed out.
The wind god's messenger was launched back at an even faster speed than when it came, crashing through the nearby earth's core before barely managing to stop.
His body dispersed into a gentle breeze, reforming itself in the sky, and he looked incredulously at the bone dragons that had besieged him.
Isn't this the weakest undead creature in its tier...? Wait, these dragon bones...
The Wind God's envoy's eyes narrowed sharply as he realized that the dragon might emanating from these bone dragons was actually mixed with a faint trace of true divine aura.
How could that be!
How many descendants of the true gods of the dragon race are there in total? Not to mention that their remains must be hidden in the highest-level dragon tombs and guarded closely. How could they have been summoned as undead!
Damn it, that idiot Dragon God, he was robbed once in ancient times, why doesn't he learn his lesson?
And this Lord of the Holy Light and the Undead pantheon, even though hundreds of pantheons attacked together, why did he save all his main forces to deal with the Wind Pantheon?
Seeing the twenty-odd bone dragons charging up again, the Wind God's Messenger gritted his teeth and took out a flowing storm-like artifact.
Wind-type war machine - Seed of Storms.
"go!"
Suddenly, a violent whirlwind emerged, growing ten thousand times larger in the blink of an eye, engulfing and covering the bone dragon knights.
Countless solidified cyan wind blades swirled within, striking the resilient bones but causing little damage.
Most of these war machines are suitable for clearing out large numbers of miscellaneous troops, but they are not very effective against high-end combat forces.
However, the Wind God's messenger's purpose was clearly not to kill them.
He constantly changed the direction of the whirlwind, using the impact of the wind blades to repeatedly repel the bone dragons that tried to break through the range of the Storm Seed, trapping them firmly.
"I can only last two hours at most..."
"But that should be enough. The strongest Seraphim and Bone Dragons are being held back. Most of this angel legion are only lower-level gods, with only a small number being mid-level gods. I imagine that the upper-level god-servant legion, along with those lords and professionals, should be enough to wipe them out."
The Wind God's Messenger, having stabilized the war machine, breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the battlefield, his expression instantly changing drastically.
"how so!"
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