Chapter 740

The clergymen on the ground feel the holiness getting closer and closer overhead, and the warm light makes their faces full of tears. Most of these people, probably in their lifetime, will be the latest moment when they accept their faith.

But at the top of Dale and other expeditionary forces, they can see clearly that the angel is falling in the sky with golden blood, and he seems to be unable to adapt to the gravity of the main material world and is adjusting his posture.

Every time you shake your wings, you will bring a large amount of golden blood, render a beautiful luster in the air, and then turn into the purest holy light, melting in the sky.

The old clergyman also shed tears. It was a remorse for incompetence, a confession to the gods, and a touch of sacrifice.

Dale, on the other hand, clenched his fists. When he saw that the angel was blocked, Dale's heart was relieved.

It's not that he no longer believes in the God of the morning, but when he sees that the God he believes in has not become omniscient and omnipotent as he has seen in his dream, and there are other forces that can restrict him, Dale feels his whole body relaxed.

His faith became even more stable. Dale's hope from the bottom of his heart, his belief in the gods to keep the status quo, and the new God he saw in his dream made him shiver every time he woke up.

"The great lord of the morning, may you always be like the rising sun, warm but not aggressive, bright but dazzling. Every time you return to the world, you will bring light, as pure as a newborn baby." Before the angel came to the ground, Dale prayed incoherent in a small voice that only he could hear.

There is an invisible barrier of the Tao, and the great lord of the dawn can't hear his weak voice.

"Xu, can we deal with that thing?" Vitoria of Germanic blood has no respect for angels. In their myths and legends, the warrior goddess riding and fighting is the object worthy of respect.

In any world, the Birdman with wings on his back is not a good character to deal with.

They are players. They can look at the aborigines with a superior view. Even if the gods are present, they can't make them surrender.

But the body can be destroyed, in front of the absolute power, the players only have the spirit to speak of.

"I've dealt with gunships before, but it's the first time I've had wings." Vitoria was drinking leisurely, and her tone was full of expectation of unknown enemies.

But Yang Yuefan is not so indifferent. If there is a creature that can't resist at this stage, it's very difficult for them to keep [mechanical heart], especially if the other party can fly, the danger is greatly increased.

Xu Yichen looked at the cheater in his hand and began to miss his point 75.

However, during his service, even when he went deep into the enemy's rear, Xu Yichen always had the right to control the air. From orbital attack, to the 24-hour air support force, and to the UAVs carried by the team, he never suffered from the enemy's air force.

"Let civilians into the bunker, and the next war is beyond our control." The demon hunter gave orders to Li Huamei.

Li Huamei did not dispute the issue of command this time. The scene before the arrival of an angel had a great impact on her.

Not only she, but even Li Xuan's face began to look ugly. Since the angel appeared, the contact between Wangxiang city and the Witch King was completely interrupted.

The power belonging to the gods disrupted the magic array. Both the communication array and the teleportation array became unstable.

There have been more than one conflict between the gods and the king of witches in a thousand years. The king of witches is progressing, and the gods are not standing still. They have found a way to interfere with the magic power.

They can not only create forbidden spaces and dead magic areas, but also interfere with the operation of magic energy in a large scale.

Of course, this kind of interference is aimed at those complicated and exquisite advanced magic, such as Luo Yan, such as rookie, can not even feel this interference.

The novice mage was being educated by half elves. They planned to set a trap for the white players on the other street, but the caster's poor casting skills were despised by the half elves.

Accustomed to the enchantress's ability to cast magic as freely as water, and the heavy armor mage of the ayn'er clan, ladia's eyes were raised infinitely. He could hardly understand how the Human Mage could have so much trouble setting off a fireball!

"I need you to prepare a spell in advance and release it directly when I shoot an arrow. There is no time for you to chant a spell on the battlefield, and those extraordinary people will not wait for you to stand in the same place and cast the spell like green skin." Ladia growled at the caster in a low voice, and his hearing from the Elven lineage told him that the group of extraordinary who had attacked them before was in a room on the next street.

"Sorry, I can't do it!" Luo Yan shook his head. In his eyes, magic is like mathematics, full of aesthetic sense of order. Every node and every magic mark are regular geometric figures. Maybe someone can cast magic on instinct, but he is academic.

If possible, Luo Yan would like to study the mystery of magic in a quiet room with incense burning and soft cushions, rather than using corpses as cushions in the ruins like streets, destroying life with the roar of green skin and the art of magic.But the citizen's responsibility let Luo Yan still come, and is willing to pay for this.

"But I have a scroll that resists the ring of fire. It should meet your needs." Even the mage, Luo Yan had some pain when he took out the scroll. It was the only magic scroll he could find from the magic tower.

"You know the price of this thing. Don't waste it. This is our only chance!" The mage held on to the other end of the scroll.

But the half elves took the scroll mercilessly. With that half of the spirit blood in her body, ladia was also a half magic sensitive person who could barely activate the scroll: "believe me, this time, if your friends can get through it, your good days will come!"

As soon as the voice of the half elves fell, a pale golden figure flew over their heads. Because the speed was too fast, it brought a strong wind in the street, and the dust all over the sky was blinding.

It's an angel. He doesn't even stop at the temporary Holy Land built by the paladins. He goes straight to the direction of the demon hunter.

Looking at the trace left by the angel in the air, the half elf hesitated and asked, "it's better not to wait any longer. If your friends don't survive, the previous investment will be wasted."

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