Chapter 280 You Actually Have the Guts to Fight?
Not far from Akitche, the two gods of sculpture and poetry appeared one after another, in the form of divine corpses.
Anyone who meets them for the first time will not have any feelings for these four divine corpses. This cannot be hidden from the four goddesses of art.
They knew very well that the 'old friends' in front of them had not only lost their spiritual intelligence, but also their divine power had been completely drained. Now they were nothing more than war machines with empty shells of gods.
"Oh my God! That devil Samikina! How far does it want to go to blaspheme the gods of art before it is willing to do it!" Barbara had tears streaming down her face.
None of the other three goddesses looked good.
If Barbara hadn't taken the lead in running away, none of the three of them would have ended well.
"I'm going to become one of them." The three goddesses had the same idea in their hearts.
Some gods lost their ‘life’ but gained ‘freedom’.
Some gods lost their ‘freedom’ but gained ‘life’.
The more difficult the environment, the more important the choice becomes.
"Woooooo!" The four goddesses cried and threw themselves on Mark. The angels surrounding him could only pretend they were invisible.
"If you can't bear it, I can ask Vivian to help and let them rest in peace."
"No! We should do it ourselves." Barbara, a weak goddess, rarely became tough.
The four goddesses looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
To real mortals, they can be aloof goddesses.
For a mysterious extraordinary person who could easily provide a source of divine power, ensure that their divinity remained intact, and even lead them to escape from the "hunt" in this world, Mark had no doubt that he was already equivalent to the god-king of a small pantheon. Not to mention the addition of the Tree God and the Lady of the Lake, which completely established Mark's status.
If we change the goal, they might be able to pass the test by acting coquettishly and blowing the pillow.
After knowing that Mark was likely to receive the Gemini Goddess, they became sufficiently aware of the crisis in their situation.
Mark worked very hard to help them collect most of the soul fragments. If they did nothing, it would be difficult for them to survive in this increasingly large organization.
The four goddesses' thoughts moved, and all the angels around them bowed.
In the next moment, their figures disappeared from the ship, and a formation of angels that was quite exaggerated in the eyes of mortals appeared in the sky outside the gate of San Marino.
From a distance, the golden dancing angel formation looks like a swinging dance skirt, or a blooming dahlia.
The fiery red music angels form a huge treble clef.
The formation of white literary angels looks like a stack of parchment from a distance.
The colorful painted angels form a large oil painting.
More than five hundred angels flashed in the sky, and their flamboyant style immediately attracted the attention of mortals.
"The goddesses of art and the others took action collectively!"
"It's the Angels of Art!"
The sudden appearance of the angel brigade immediately affected the entire battlefield. Even [Death Knell] Samikina, who was hiding in the cracks of space, couldn't help but raise his illusory smoke head and gaze across the space at these uninvited guests who suddenly broke in.
[They actually have the courage to fight! ? 】
The appearance of the Art Angel was obviously beyond Samikina's expectations.
In its view, the goddess of art who lost her kingdom and even secretly erased her name from the world should not have the guts to fight.
After all, there is a lack of divine power supply, and the angels' power can be said to be used less and less. Over time, it is very difficult to maintain their body. In theory, the divine power accumulated by the angels should be reserved for the last moment to fight.
What kind of suicide is this?
Now that the Art Angels team has attacked in advance, Samikina is having a bit of a headache. After all, the four fallen gods of art and their subordinates are really just cannon fodder.
At this moment, Samikina had cursed the War Demon countless times in his heart. If his useless Apocalypse Knight hadn't lost the [War Stone], he wouldn't have to go to so much trouble. Just this little cannon fodder is enough to force out Mark's core combat power.
【superior! 】
With a thought from Samikina, the cannon fodder immediately stepped up their offensive.
Countless building fragments were thrown out by the architectural evil: a bathroom, a living room, a stable, all kinds of outrageous large-scale building structures were mixed with evil spiritual power, and turned into large throwing objects, spanning more than two thousand people. meters away, it hit the armored tree man hard.
On the ground, the small sculptured demon collided fiercely with the reincarnation knight spirits under Balak's command. The entire front appears to be jagged.
Of course, everyone's focus is still on the air.
Leading the charge were the Dancing Angels. Their quick and agile movements when dodging the missiles thrown into the air made them look like dancing golden butterflies. Every time the golden light flashed, a counterattacking beam of light was thrown down. It was the divine radiance emitting from the ribbons on their hands.
When this kind of light containing higher purity of divine power fell, the body of at least one anti-air demon exploded and exploded.
Four teams of heavily armored angels poured out superior firepower from high altitudes without scruples, which made the construction-type demons who were also bombarded by tree men miserable.
Unable to bear the beating, the four fallen gods finally sent out their fallen angels.
It's just that these fallen angels who obviously lack divine support and whose appearance affects the appearance of the city are just a bunch of kites compared to the artistic angels opposite them.
The battle seemed to have just begun on the vast sky several kilometers long and wide, and it was over in a few rounds.
The fallen angels fell silently like moths on fire, turning into a grand but short-lived meteor shower.
There are still four angels of the goddess of art in the sky - the wings filled with divine power behind each angel, as well as the thick and solid long-range beam strike, seem to swear that they are the real angels.
The battle was so one-sided that there was a moment of silence on the battlefield.
Immediately, the morale of the human coalition forces was greatly boosted.
"Praise the goddess of art——"
"Long live the great Mark Destiny!"
Without the presence of guards, the bodies of the four fallen gods were exposed within the range of the art angels.
Next scene.
All Sequence 2 and Sequence 3 angels simultaneously threw spears lingering in the divine light. The twelve spears turned into gorgeous small meteor showers and stabbed at the remains of Akitche, the god of architecture.
Twelve lines of light divided into four colors extended from their palms to the hand holding the gun.
These divine rays penetrated Akitche completely in an instant.
There was no surprise. Ajitqie, whose divine power had been drained out, was like an empty cicada in the face of real power, and was easily blown to pieces.
Akitche let out an inhuman shrill cry when he was about to be annihilated, and black mist burst out from his body, turning it into a black mass. But at the moment before he was about to collapse, he was like a ferocious beast dying to fight back. He pulled out the construction hammer embedded in his chest with his backhand, rounded it up and threw it into the air.
This is an artifact after all.
One of Peiting's Sequence 3 Angels was seriously injured on the spot.
This was Akitche's only result.