Chapter 222 Monk and Angel_2
Under the assault of the Dragon Scale Cultivators, several weak points have appeared on the walls of Saint Michael, piled high with corpses everywhere.
Meanwhile, the Empire's bombardment grows increasingly intense, with bipedal wyverns loaded with ammunition flying across the sky, dropping bombs as dense as raindrops.
Relentless explosions strike fear into those hiding in the city, causing them to huddle trembling in corners.
Soon thereafter, gigantic airships resembling whales sweep across the sky, casting vast shadows, shrouding the city below.
Any Thrace Soldier daring to show their head immediately faces the combined barrage of elemental laser cannons and machine guns from the airships' underbellies, leaving them without a burial place.
"Help us..."
"God, save us..."
The Thrace Soldiers huddled in the corners of the city can only desperately pray to their gods for mercy.
But soon, heavy footsteps echo, bringing forth massive armored figures on the roads, lowering their heads, and aiming their cannons at soldiers within the alleys.
"Bang!"
"Blasphemers! You will all face judgment!"
An angry voice slashes through the air as an Angel Divine Descendant beats its wings vigorously, wielding a flame longsword, sending arcs of golden light blade flying.
Wyverns soaring in the sky have their wings severed, steam tanks rampaging on the ground get split in half, and even Dragon Scale Cultivators battling amidst the crowd are beheaded.
"Surround her!"
"That is the enemy Duke!"
"Quickly, there's a big monster here that can't be seen on the levels!"
In an instant, hundreds of players swarm forward, waving their swords and unleashing spells of flame, thunder, and frost against the Angel Divine Descendant.
Some players even cling directly to the Angel Divine Descendant, wrapping it completely within layers upon layers.
"Judgment—"
The Angel Divine Descendant raises its longsword in utter rage, golden flames bursting from its eyes.
"Whoosh—"
Instantly, its wings flared, releasing blinding golden light, incinerating the surrounding players to ashes within its brilliance.
Soon, more Imperial Soldiers and players encircle the Angel Divine Descendant, unleashing a torrent of bullets and explosive shells.
"Bang!"
A bullet inscribed with passwall magic pierces its feathers, causing golden-red blood to spray outward, stained feathers drifting from mid-air.
Like an enraged beast trapped, the Angel Divine Descendant spins around, roaring: "Foolish mortals, this is suicidal—"
Yet swiftly, a sly silver arrow pierces through the shield and strikes its shoulder, whereupon the arrowtip explodes within, blackening half its body.
The Angel Divine Descendant roars in agony, but the players show no mercy, their attacks growing ever more devious and vicious.
A Dragonsworn Holy Warrior clad in heavy scaled armor, wielding a giant shield, stands at the forefront, attracting the Angel's attacks, while archers, mages, and magicians strike from behind.
Such as the notorious thief player [Nocturne Psalm], wielding a hand crossbow emitting thick black mist, aiming specifically at the Angel Divine Descendant's lower regions, achieving surprising effect.
"Zing—"
A pitch-black arrow slices through the air, hitting dead center, penetrating the Angel Divine Descendant's posterior.
The Angel Divine Descendant's expression shifts abruptly, first embarrassed and then utterly enraged, its entire body shaking violently, even its wings quivering.
"Hit!" Nocturne Psalm beamed with joy, unable to contain a shout.
"You shameless scoundrel! You deserve to be eternally burned within the divine fire of the sun, your soul dried up!"
Under relentless assault, the Angel Divine Descendant flaps its tattered wings and charges furiously toward Nocturne Psalm, beheading him with a swing, blood jetting three meters high.
"Damn?"
The onlooking players were stunned, marveling at how this notorious member of the "Four Great Beasts" managed to provoke hatred to such an extent.
Just then, a loud Dragon's Roar echoes overhead as Singo descends riding a wyvern, pulling his longbow taut, a magic inscription appearing on the Angel Divine Descendant's chest.
Now heavily wounded, the Angel Divine Descendant struggles to evade, merely raising its flame longsword, glaring at the distant players.
"Whoosh—"
Amidst a thundering roar, a glowing longbow arrow tears through the sky, like a meteor, heading straight for the Angel Divine Descendant's chest.
Finally, the formidable arrow ruthlessly pierces the chest, shattering the heart of the Angel Divine Descendant, sealing the final end.
"How could this be..."
The Angel Divine Descendant spits out golden blood, half-kneeling, its feathers drooping helplessly—isn't it just a group of lowly mortals? How could they defeat such a noble Descendant?
"Damn, this boss is about to drop!"
"Again with Xin Dog!"
"Truly unbelievable, after struggling for half the day, he still snatches the kill!"
"Hurry up and attack, there might still be experience points to gain!"
"Don't blame me for snatching kills. If you're weak, practice more. Why not reflect on your own issues?" Singo sneered from above before steering the wyvern away.
The remaining players, utterly furious, frantically unleash attacks upon the dying Angel Divine Descendant, venting their anger.
Unexpectedly, divine light suddenly bursts from the Angel Divine Descendant's eyes, gleaming from the heart as well, making its body nearly transparent, massive energy waves emanating.
"That's—"
"The boss intends to self-destruct!"
"Run!"
The nearby players are struck with terror, but it's already too late to escape.
With blinding brilliance, the divine power core explodes inside the Angel Divine Descendant, a mighty energy torrent devouring everything around, blasting a massive hole in the city wall.
"Milord, let's leave!"
"But... this is Saint Michael City, the eastern fortress of the Kingdom. If Saint Michael falls, the Ashen Empire's army will threaten Augustus, threaten His Majesty!" Tierna hesitates.
She's here on Wilhelm's mission, and if Saint Michael isn't held, her reputation within the nation will drastically decline.
At this moment, Misha spots Tierna from afar, astride Stieg and gesturing fiercely at the Angel Descendant: "Chase, that's the Divine Duke of Thrace, Wilhelm's confidant. She mustn't escape!"
"Boom!"
Amidst the sound of air rupturing, a giant energy-laden fireball flies from a distance.
Tierna hastily folds her broad wings, shielding from the fireball's impact.
Next to her, another Angel Divine Descendant struggles against the wyvern assault, calling out: "Duke, we cannot hold Saint Michael. We must return to Augustus to meet His Majesty Wilhelm!
Your presence is of greater importance than Saint Michael City; only the Angel Divine Descendant, only Amanata's power can save Thrace!"
"Go!" Tierna, watching the advancing Imperial Soldiers, bites her lip, then raises her flame longsword.
A beam of light emerges from its tip, piercing the sky as a holy melody resonates, causing space around to tremble intensely.
"Lock the surrounding space for me!" Misha commands sharply, then waves her hand, countless chains binding the space, solidifying the magic web.
"Mere Evil Dragon Kin dare impede me! I am Amanata's Favored, Duke of Thrace!"
The divine power from Tierna's sword renders overwhelming force, in an instant, radiant light pierces the sky, and all Angel Divine Descendants transform into sacred brilliance, disappearing.
By the time Misha arrives, the Angel Divine Descendants have vanished, leaving chaos in their wake.
Mounted on Stieg, Misha overlooks the shattered Saint Michael, gazing at soldiers wailing amid gunpowder smoke, eyes cold:
"Your so-called Thrace will soon be extinguished beneath the Empire's iron hooves..."