booktalesy Chapter 187 The Lord of War Descends! He Slayed a Two-Winged Angel and Even Obtained Equipment!
Chapter 187 The Lord of War Descends! He Slayed a Two-Winged Angel and Even Obtained Equipment!
The twelve-winged angel raised his hands.
A ball of crimson energy gathered in its palm, growing larger and larger until it condensed into a sphere.
Once that energy comes crashing down...
Not to mention the first squad, the entire Scottish Highlands would be wiped off the map of Earth.
Yang Jian was panting heavily, his silver armor was covered in cracks and its light was dim.
He prepared to burn his last bit of essence and perish together with this birdman.
The members of the first squad also pointed their weapons at the sky.
Even in death, one should die standing.
Lu Yan tossed the black lotus in his hand into the air.
"They're after us."
"It depends on your background, whether you're clean or not."
The black lotus looked rather small and strange against the blood-red sky.
The twelve-winged angel paused briefly as it gathered its energy.
Boom-!
A war drum sounds.
The oppressive and somber atmosphere seemed to come from a great distance, striking directly into everyone's minds.
All the holy light and oppressive power were suppressed in the face of this drumbeat.
For the first time, the twelve-winged angel's energy-gathering movement faltered.
Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!
The drumbeats grew more frequent and louder.
It's as if an unseen army is marching in from the other side of the world, keeping time with the beat of drums.
The blood-red sky was smashed open by a brute force, leaving a huge gash.
A force squeezed in from the opening, its aura older and wilder than that of the twelve-winged angel, filled with the scent of slaughter and iron-bloodedness.
"These barbaric false gods dare to bark and howl before the true gods of China?!"
A roar erupted, as loud as thunder.
The deep blue lake below the highlands was swept upwards by the roar, turning into a mist that filled the sky.
Everyone looked up.
A figure descended from the rolling red clouds.
He wielded a giant axe and a halberd, his muscles bulging like those cast in bronze and iron.
His entire body emanated a terrifying demonic aura; he was no god, but a demon that had been slaughtered from the deepest hell.
Chi You, the ancient god of China and master of war!
Back in Fengdu Ghost City, Lu Yan severed the curse and unsealed this very person.
He sensed the law fluctuations of a high-level Western pseudo-god crossing the boundary and traveled tens of thousands of miles to come and help.
Chi You's entrance was completely different from Yang Jian's and Nezha's.
He is unreasonable and disdains to reason.
He didn't even glance at the so-called divine pressure, and swung the giant axe in his hand, which was as big as a mountain, down at the energy ball in the sky.
There are no rules for collisions.
There was no energy annihilation.
It is the purest form of power.
As the axe blade fell, the energy ball, along with the space around it, was cleaved in two.
The dissipated energy exploded behind Chi You, multicolored, yet it couldn't even touch a single hem of his clothing.
Lu Yan's eyes lit up.
The opportunity is coming!
He drew a line in the air with his finger.
"God-tier War Aura, Target Switch!"
"Locked on: Chi You!"
The golden halo that had been on Nezha disappeared and landed on Chi You, who had just arrived.
Chi You's body was far more solid than Yang Jian's and Nezha's souls.
He was resurrected in a coffin and has a real physical body.
The effect of this hundredfold amplification on him was simply terrifying.
"Hahahaha!"
Having gained a hundredfold boost to all attributes and magic resistance, Chi You laughed wildly, his laughter capable of shattering the heavens.
His body grew larger and larger, rising steadily.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into an eternal demon god.
The twelve-winged angel who was quite large just moments ago now looked as thin as a malnourished chicken in his presence.
The twelve-winged angel was dumbfounded.
It couldn't understand why its fatal blow had been thwarted, nor could it comprehend how such an unreasonable monster had suddenly appeared in this desolate place.
It unleashed dozens of divine spells, each powerful enough to imprison ordinary gods.
But those divine spells didn't even make a sound when they landed on Chi You.
It was directly immune to a hundredfold magic resistance.
Chi You, shrouded in divine magic, strode up to the twelve-winged angel.
He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled like a child about to unwrap a present.
With a swift movement, he grasped one of the twelve-winged angel's light wings.
That wing, every feather was made of the purest holy light, and it was incredibly strong.
For the first time, terror appeared on the face of the twelve-winged angel.
It wanted to run away.
But Chi You's hands were like iron clamps, locking it tightly.
"Sizzle—!"
A deafening roar echoed throughout the Scottish Highlands.
Amidst the screams of the twelve-winged angel, Chi You actually ripped one of its main wings off its root.
Golden divine blood poured down from the sky like rain.
The lofty image of the savior has completely collapsed.
Having recovered, Yang Jian and Nezha perked up again upon seeing this scene.
"Wow, the old-timers really know how to play!"
Nezha, carrying his fire-tipped spear, whistled.
Yang Jian's three eyes lit up simultaneously, his fighting spirit reignited.
The three great warriors of the East join forces for the first time in a foreign land.
Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword never misses the neck of the twelve-winged angel.
Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels were so fast that they were just afterimages, and his Fire-Tipped Spear was aimed at the wounds at the base of his wings.
Chi You was the most direct; he used the wing he had torn off as a weapon and swung it around, slapping the twelve-winged angel across the face.
The scene was both comforting and brutal to watch.
The once arrogant twelve-winged angel was now pinned in mid-air and subjected to frantic grinding.
Lu Yan stood below, not even glancing at the battle in the sky.
The disk of nothingness in his palm was already spinning rapidly.
A gigantic black lotus phantom unfolded behind him, greedily devouring everything that fell from the sky.
Feathers of a twelve-winged angel.
Divine blood.
Broken fragments of the laws.
These things that others would avoid at all costs are excellent nourishment for the Black Lotus.
The black lotus absorbed all of these things, analyzed them, and then reconstituted them into something else.
On Lu Yan's system panel, rows of brand-new divine-level equipment blueprints were being refreshed at an alarming rate.
"Wings of Divine Punishment (Blueprint Component): Can be forged into S-rank flying items..."
"Heart of Holy Light: The core material for the special healing spell array..."
"Twelve-Winged Lament (Chest Accessory): Increases damage dealt to angelic creatures by 1000% when worn..."
Wow... I got a loot drop?!
In the sky, the battle was nearing its end.
The twelve-winged angel, barely alive and hammered beyond recognition, let out its final wail.
With its remaining consciousness, it offered a final prayer to the deeper reaches of the void, to its "master".
"Lord...your servant...begs your..."
With its final prayer.
Outside the atmosphere above the entire continent of Europe, a cold, emotionless "giant eye of God," covering half the sky, slowly opened.
That eye had no pupil; it contained only pure light and rules.
"Disperse immediately!"
A murmur.
My eyes were suddenly startled by the sound, and I quickly closed them.
Nobody knows what happened.