Chapter 352: 219: The Undead are Attacking the City_1

Chapter 352: Chapter 219: The Undead are Attacking the City_1

A beam of light shot out from the pit, illuminating Drake.

In the final moment, Drake wrapped his wings around his body.

What would happen when the Holy Light Flash of a Four-Winged Angel hits an Ascetic monk who was also possessed by a Four-Winged Angel?

The result was clear. Both sets of Drake’s wings vanished, his true wings shattered, and his Holy Armor was damaged, but his body was intact.

It was already rather decent. Under the Holy Light Flash of the Little Angel, his injuries were the least serious.

Drake lowered his arms shielding him, spat out a mouthful of blood, and shattered the necklace on his chest with a palm blur.

A circle of white light spread out. The wounds on Drake’s body, the gaps in his wings, the cracks in his Holy Armor, all were quickly healed.

At the same time, Drake looked down to see the Little Angel staring at him curiously, seemingly surprised that he was still alive despite her full-on attack.

Ange pulled away the Little Angel and took her place. Looking up, he saw the Scythe of Death slowly emerging from his hand.

“Why is there a Golden Skeleton here? Why is there a Four-Winged Angel mixed with it? Why is there a pit here? All the negligent go on the Fire Execution Frame!” Drake ground his teeth.

Who would have thought little pitfalls would exist in safe zones with Defense Towers and Soul Towers. Of course, it doesn’t seem that somebody secretly dug it, but rather people here were slack in their duties and didn’t even notice when somebody dug a tunnel.

As a lifelong Ascetic, he hated those who dodge responsibility, are lazy, and lack capabilities. When he finished dealing with the situation here, destroyed the Golden Skeleton, and captured the Four-Winged Angel, he would also heavily punish the negligent folks here.

“Roar!” Ange pointed his large hand at the Soul Tower.

This time, the fur-ball realized what was happening. It dragged Drake toward the pit and then hurled itself over.

Ange was startled and quickly retracted back into the pit. How could he withstand being struck by such a Giant Beast?

Ange retreated inside the pit, and Drake slid back in while the flying fur-ball rapidly shrank. From a fifty-meter diameter fur-ball, it became a half-meter long round-faced, fat cat.

However, just as it fell into the pit, a beam of black lightning struck it––the Soul Tower, Point Kill!

The cat let out a piercing scream. Its body crashed into the pit, hit the wall, bounced, and kept bouncing down like a ball.

“Roar! Roar! Roar...tha...” The cat, which had collapsed into a ‘half’ shape on the ground, couldn’t get up for quite some time.

Serene struggled to lift it up, only to find its eyes spinning, totally dizzy.

“Run, run quickly, where to?” Negris shouted, finally looking at Shamara.

With Shamara’s Predictive Ability, they didn’t worry about getting lost or trapped in dead alleys when running to the underground tunnels.

Shamara quickly took the lead, vanishing into the distance.

But even if they didn’t run, they would probably be fine for a while. After all, a Four-Winged Angel possessing an Ascetic monk had been caught by Ange and others. Without gathering a power surpassing that of a Four-Winged Angel, the Church people wouldn’t dare to pursue.

After running an unknown distance, the cat in Serene’s arms finally moved. It weakly lifted its head and meowed weakly.