"All heresy will be purified in the holy flame."
"ruling!"
Amidst the chilling aura, thousands of hundred-meter-long swords, burning with raging holy flames, extended from the angel's hand and slashed down fiercely.
At the same time, the Wind God Legion, composed of 3,000 high-ranking gods, launched a counterattack without fear.
As weapons of war transformed from the element of wind, they, like angels, are fearless and blindly loyal to their god.
Its rank has also reached the limit of mythical level, comparable to a holy knight before its ascension.
"The winds of nothingness that obliterate all things, heed our call, and descend at this moment."
As the incantation was completed.
The surrounding space suddenly collapsed, and endless void turbulence surged out, forming a monstrous storm following the operation of the wind element laws, and surged upwards.
The all-consuming dark blue tornado collided head-on with the vast, sacred flames.
Sizzle—!
The power of holy light and the void storm clashed and destroyed each other, with violent energy collisions echoing continuously.
With such a vast difference in power, the golden holy flames teetered precariously in the storm.
But they are not fighting alone.
"Holy Light Flare!"
Behind them, five hundred war angels raised their longswords high, and a golden cloud condensed above the storm. Under their combined guidance, a vast power of holy light fell from the sky, like divine punishment!
Under the impact of this highly concentrated force, the wind element in the center began to dissipate slightly.
"Under the holy light, we are brave, resolute, and invincible!"
"Holy Light Spirit, grant the believers the power to vanquish evil!"
“...”
The divine angels turned the pages of the holy book, and one blessing spell after another fell.
The warrior angels, caught in the storm, were even more imposing. Without hesitation, they concentrated their power and charged toward the direction indicated by the holy light flare.
However, as the direct force of the true god, the Wind God Legion was clearly not comparable to those previous miscellaneous soldiers.
They compressed the power of the storm, making the ethereal winds, mixed with the turbulent currents of the void, even more violent, transforming into invisible wind blades that swept towards the center.
In an instant, hundreds of angels were torn apart, and golden blood splattered across the sky.
Despite the rising casualties, they did not stop for a moment and continued to forge ahead.
In the angelic legion, their only duty is to attack, until the last one is burned to ashes.
Other than that, just trust your companions.
“Devout believers, in the Holy Light we will live forever.”
Sure enough, at the same time, 500 compassionate healing angels raised their scepters, casting beams of golden light from afar.
The angels, torn apart in the storm, were resurrected one by one.
Without the slightest hesitation, they rekindled their holy light and joined the charge.
"That trick again!"
Below, a commander of the Wind God Legion's face darkened.
The most annoying thing about fighting against the Holy Light faction is this: unless you have overwhelming power, leaving them powerless to fight back, they will keep resurrecting.
If this continues, the power of the void storm will eventually be broken.
"Damn it, what is the envoy doing? He can't even kill a disgrace of his own rank!"
He glanced hatefully at the sky and saw the Wind God's messenger being chased away by a mere twenty-odd bone dragons, even resorting to using war machines. What a waste, tarnishing the great Wind God's reputation.
It seems that we can only rely on the lords and professionals now.
Thinking it over, he turned around and ordered, "We'll hold back the main force of the angel legion. You guys take the opportunity to circle around to the rear and kill those angels holding scepters. As long as you kill one, you'll have completed the test."
“No problem, leave it to us.” The lords, who had been keeping their distance, exchanged glances and responded in unison.
I wouldn't dare engage in direct combat, but I could easily ambush and kill a few healers.
As he spoke, the Wind God Legion controlled the opening of a small entrance at the bottom of the Void Storm.
But before they could walk out of the storm's range along the passage, faint streaks of holy light brushed past them.
Thump...
At almost the same time, except for a few lords who were carrying protective treasures and barely escaped, all the others were beheaded and lost their lives.
"What is that?!"
Several lords who had narrowly escaped death hid in the divine kingdom with horrified expressions, casting several detection spells in succession, but to no avail.
"Oh no! Close the passage immediately!"
The commander of the Wind God Legion realized what was happening instantly, but it was too late.
Dozens of soldiers were instantly destroyed at their core, turning into a wisp of wind and dissipating.
The Holy Judges, having ascended to the level of intermediate gods and equipped with the Holy Light Pegasus, moved about as if they were in an empty field.
The wind-elemental guardians, whose main power was used to maintain the void storm, were no match for their full-force attack.
Holy Judgment! Holy Judgment!
Each time an enemy is instantly killed, all divine power is returned. The Wind God Legion suffered heavy casualties in an instant under the attack of 200 Holy Judge Angels.
"What type of soldier is this?"
After repeated unsuccessful searches, the commander's face turned ashen.
As far as he knew, even the holy angels of judgment in heaven could only make their forms blurry and difficult to detect; they could never achieve permanent concealment.
The only solution right now is to abandon the power to guide the void storm and instead use divine power to protect ourselves; otherwise, the entire Wind God Legion will be wiped out before the angels above can break through.
"Abandon guidance, maintain divine protection!" the commander ordered through gritted teeth.
......
Meanwhile, in the vast void outside the plane, in an area shrouded by several spatial artifacts.
Unlike the fierce battles in the lower realm, the two sides here are at peace.
A four-winged angel commander was devoutly praying with her eyes closed. At her feet, a palm-sized celestial steed of holy light was diligently chewing on a soul crystal.
On the other side.
Clans pulled out a sofa and a holographic display from somewhere and was leisurely watching the latest movie.
"What kind of outrageous plot is this? The Lord of the Abyss was drained of his divine power in order to resurrect a crawling demon..."
"It's almost time."
Just as the angel was complaining, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the Pegasus at his feet transformed into a pair of energy wings that appeared behind him.
Upon hearing this, Clans's expression turned serious. He put away a pile of props and nodded slightly.
He took a deep breath and put on a look of resignation: "Sir, please don't hit my face."
"The Holy Lord has decreed that you will be helped to advance into the upper echelons of the Wind God System."
The angel responded calmly, his longsword splitting into countless shadows, instantly piercing dozens of wounds on the opponent's body, the holy flames still burning on the surface. Then, with a fierce blow, he sent the opponent flying back into the plane.
"ah!!"
At this moment, the Wind God's messenger, who was still mourning the heavy losses of the Wind God Legion below, was startled. He summoned a gentle breeze to hold back the bloodied and mangled Krans and asked repeatedly:
"You're not dead? Where's the Commanding Angel? Did he come along?"
“She…she’s trapped by me, for ten…minutes. Get out of here, messenger,” Clans said with difficulty.
"You said you trapped a supreme god-level commander angel?" The Wind God's messenger was taken aback.
Then look at Krans, who is barely clinging to life.
An idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
A mere high-ranking god lord actually survived for almost two hours against a seraphim of god-level power!
It can even trap the opponent!
As everyone knows, beings of the Holy Light system would never show mercy, yet they failed to defeat a single high god despite their all-out effort.
Excluding all impossibilities, could it be...?
The true gods of the Holy Light pantheon have all greatly reduced their strength for some reason, and are now just empty shells.
The Wind God's messenger's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, that must be it.
Damn it, I should have been the one to deal with that Seraph!
The Wind God's messenger was immediately excited.
What does a temporary setback matter? If this speculation is true, as long as he challenges a Holy Light God in public next time, even if he doesn't win, just being able to stay undefeated for half an hour would be enough to greatly demonstrate the might of the Wind God.
Perhaps, the deity will even bestow a divine position as a reward for this...
"Envoy...shouldn't we...return now..." Klans said helplessly, looking at the Wind God's envoy who was suddenly grinning incessantly.
"Oh...right, I can't die here."
The Wind God's messenger snapped out of his daze. He still had a bright future ahead of him, so he immediately took out a teleportation talisman to immobilize the remaining Wind God Legion warriors and unleashed his divine power.
"withdraw!"
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