"Fantasy Angel" Adam is a very special angel king. He is the eldest son of the Creator of the Third Age and the elder brother of Amon.
But for thousands of years, there are almost no people who have really seen Adam take action.
He is always in the position of the planner, controlling countless chess pieces.
But this time, the chess player finally needs to go to the battlefield in person to win a key chip for his own layout.
"I am looking forward to it." Truman suddenly laughed.
Adam nodded gently, and his clear eyes locked on Castilla.
Castilla is now a frightened bird. He is almost trembling in the battlefield of the true god, and there is an Amon next to him who is watching covetously.
"Come here." Adam took a step towards where Castilla was. At this time, Castilla was suddenly affected by the aftermath of the war of gods and had to hide to where Adam was.
Amon also came behind Castilla, forcing Castilla to speed up his escape.
This is the most direct manifestation of the "writer" ability on the battlefield. Just one sentence can arrange the fate of a Sequence One Angel.
It was also at this time that Adam picked up the silver cross on his chest.
In a trance, a stone square suspended in the void appeared in this area.
One by one, dark stone pillars stood up, supporting a magnificent and sacred church.
In this church, every pillar and every dome surface is inlaid with bones of different races. They are densely packed, staring at Castilla with different eye holes, and surrounding a cross hundreds of meters high.
Corpse Church!
The kingdom of God imagined by the uniqueness of "visionary"!
"Adam!"
Castilla's voice was shrill. As a Sequence One Angel, he couldn't even hold on for a second and was directly sucked into the Corpse Church.
On the walls, windows, and doors of the church, transparent and distorted faces stood out. It seemed that countless souls were sealed inside. These souls confused Castilla's thoughts and made him unable to think of resistance.
However, when Adam really used the uniqueness of "Visionary", the mist covering him dissipated, and everyone saw him.
"Adam!" A roar came from the seawater that was completely light-speed, and with the tacit consent of the "Black Emperor", a "Lightning Storm" was thrown at Adam.
Similarly, the "God of Steam and Machinery" also took the initiative to remove a corner of the civilization scroll, allowing the power of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" to penetrate, and a brass eye opened, which was pregnant with a dark and gloomy breath of death.
The power of the two true gods, even Adam could not stop it!
But Adam, who was sitting under the huge cross, just raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and threw a stone slab over the church of bones.
Buzz... Everyone unconsciously looked at the ancient stone slab, attracted by its ancient and distant breath.
The second "blasphemous stone slab"!
No need to say more, everyone received this information.
It was also at this time that the lightning storm that was enough to destroy the continent and the terrifying breath that was enough to kill the King of Angels fell on that stone slab.
The stone slab hummed softly, and there were dots of light rippling on it, as if a light and shadow that penetrated the sky and the earth was reflected. The illusory sea water surged, accommodating the terrifying lightning and the breath of death, which could not really fall on the church of bones.
Adam did not even look up, but turned to look at the army of the Kingdom of Loen.
"I surrender on behalf of the Kingdom of Loen. Loen will open to the great God of War and welcome the Church of the God of War to settle in!"
George III had arrived at the battlefield at some point, holding a signed surrender document in his hand and throwing it to the Medici army.
The surrender document signed by George III as the "King" has both mystical and realistic meanings, and can fully represent the attitude of the Kingdom of Loen.
"I accept your surrender." A hand suddenly stretched out from the void and caught the surrender document.
A figure wearing a white robe, with layers of white wings behind him and long silver hair walked out, and the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros glanced at the surrender document indifferently.
On his chest hung a "Red Priest" badge with a black iron base and blood.
Its essence was the "Weather Warlock" that Klein had sent him, and Ouroboros, wearing this feature, actually became the second-in-command of the Medici Corps, exercising authority on behalf of Medici.
The Kingdom of Loen had already surrendered, and Fenet was left.
The Fenet army, which had lost Castilla, could not defeat the Medici Corps and Ouroboros.
"Attack!" Ouroboros, who had become a member of the Medici Corps, could even borrow the unique power of the "Red Priest". A battle flag fluttered and the Medici Corps was like a sharp knife, stabbing hard into the heart of the Fenet army!
There are two ways to completely defeat an army. One is to kill most of the army, and the other is to kill its generals and destroy its morale.
The strongest general in Fenaporthe's army is naturally Castilla, who is now trapped in the Church of Bones. The other general is a "Balancer" from the Castilla family, who has now met Ouroboros.
Without seeing how Ouroboros moved, the angel made a mistake in casting the spell, throwing the destructive rule into his own army, causing panic.
And such panic also spread to Feynaporte's army in a crazy manner.
In an instant, the army's morale collapsed.
Adam did not personally attack this army, but a glance was enough to decide many things.
"We won." Ouroboros reached out and gently pressed the shoulder of the Castilla family angel.
He did not look at the despair on the face of the Castilla family angel, but looked in a certain direction in the sky.
There was a black and red breath spreading there, and there was a faint ancient city standing in the void, with a faint gray mist permeating above it.
Medici was trapped in that city.
"We won." Ouroboros repeated his words again.
In the black and red city, Medici stood proudly, holding a sword in both hands and inserted it into a black skull in front of him. Behind him, there was a banner spread out, and a blazing flame wrapped around Him, temporarily not polluted by the black and red aura of disaster.
"We won... We won!"
Ourolus' voice was transmitted to Medici's ears through the invisible connection between him and Medici.
Medici suddenly opened his eyes, the banner fluttered, the aura on his body became restrained, and then suddenly rushed out like erupting magma, breaking through a critical point.
"I won!"