Chapter 433: Battle of Angels (18)
In the dark void, a brilliant spark appeared, representing the passing of a saint, the death of a seventh-level fallen angel, and even more so, countless fallen angels. death!
This is the Holy Order. When the Holy Order chooses to sacrifice himself, the destructive power caused will exceed everyone's imagination!
A major event in the magic calendar, during the Burning Crusade, Cole, the Hand of Fire, chose to burn his soul to kill the seventh-level fallen angel, and fell, becoming the thirteenth holy magician who fell in the abyss battlefield... a fire
element The death of the holy magician represents the passing of an era. The genius of the past has finally returned to nothingness, with no origin and no destination. His soul has been burned out.
There is no sadness on Bray's face. This is war, this is the war with the demons. There will always be sacrifices, there will always be deaths. Even the alternative and eternal seventh-level saints will fall.
So, who will be next? There are too many holy steps for the fallen angel clan!
Sith stood in front of the huge altar, concentrating the power of the Sword of Judgment and preparing to strike hard. Suddenly, he felt something. He turned around and saw the old magician in the center of the flames, and saw his passing. .
Now, the Sith can temporarily understand the choice of the Hand of Flame. Without the Hand of Flame, although the Sith can escape from the attack of the seventh-level fallen angel, the altar cannot be destroyed.
However, there is no need for the Flame Hand to burn his soul. He only needs to block the fallen angels and wait for the subsequent reinforcements to arrive.
Unless, unless he had to do this, unless he was already dead... there
must be a very touching story in it, but unfortunately, the Hand of Flame has passed away, and he can no longer get up to tell these things.
Sith withdrew his gaze. There are more important things here!
There was a flash of light in the void, and a metal rod accelerated to extremely high speed by electromagnetic force fell from the sky like a sword of judgment and landed on the altar!
This was Sith's first attempt. He wanted to see how strong this altar was!
boom! ! ! The sword of judgment fell on the altar with a loud noise.
But unfortunately, after the loud noise, the altar remained the same, without any change. The Sword of Judgment released with the power of a sixth-level Sith magician did not even break the outer shell of the altar!
Bray's heart suddenly tightened. The thing he was most worried about had happened. He was afraid that the Sith could not destroy the altar after all the hard work. After all, an altar that could transform and give birth to an eighth-level person was nothing. A level six magician can break it!
Now, all we can do is look forward to a miracle. Let's see if this boy Sith can create another miracle.
One more thing. Bray turned his head and looked at the surrounding battlefield. The four magician legions on the abyss front have arrived, but what about the follow-up reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements from the magician world? Why haven't you come yet?
The Sith did not lose heart. The Sword of Judgment, the Extreme Cold Ray, the Fiery Prairie Missile Group, and the Electromagnetic Force Field. Except for the lightning storm which could not be used because it was being buffered, the Sith had already used all their means!
However, after trying again and again, all the results were hopeless.
No matter what method the Sith used to attack, he could not shake this huge altar, and he could not even leave a trace!
This kind of thing that has survived the destruction of the era is so powerful. It feels like there is no way to do it without the power of level seven!
At this moment, all the magicians are looking at Sith, because in the shadow suspended in the sky, the fallen angel has released white light all over, leaving only a little bit of black on its head!
All magicians are looking forward to the Master Mechanical Storm, who has created countless miracles, to create another miracle, but only Sith himself knows that he has already revealed all his cards.
I tried all my methods but could not shake this altar.
In the altar, the transformed fallen angel suddenly opened his eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, just like the incarnation of absolute reason!
A low but ethereal voice came from the mouth of the transformation angel: "My... name is Milega!"
Wow! ! ! Accompanied by the sound of the ocean of holy light, the huge body of the angel of light stood up from the altar, but behind him, there were only three pairs of six wings strangely!
One pair of wings covers the face, one pair of wings covers the feet, and the other pair of wings flies!
The weapon in his hand has also changed. It is no longer the Fallen Sword, but a long sword in the right hand and a scale in the left hand. The whole body is filled with the aura of light and justice!
However, visible to the naked eye, the opponent's head still has some black color, so although his aura is extremely powerful, it is still not as good as level eight.
Perhaps the "quantity" of his power is similar to that of level eight, but there is still a difference in "quality". There is still a big gap between him and level eight!
"Come back...my divine body!" The Archangel of Light, the Archangel who calls himself Milega, whispered again.
The phantom of the Angel of Light who was fighting against the mountain giant ape suddenly retreated, turned into a ray of light, and headed straight for the altar!
This so-called divine body is the key to his transformation to level eight!
The giant mountain ape roared angrily, took a step forward and tore the void apart, trying to block this light and shadow!
Sith's face darkened, the situation was imminent and he urgently needed to make a choice, whether to leave or stay!
If you leave, you may not be able to leave. No one knows how long it will take for this angel of light who calls himself Milega to complete the transformation. If the time is short, then he will definitely die if he stays here!
But what if you don’t leave... After all, there is another way!
But, do you really want to do this?
Time suddenly stopped, and two voices and shadows were arguing in Sith's heart. One told him that you have done enough for the magician world, and there is no need to do anything more.
But another person said, you are a member of the magician world, and you should contribute to it, isn't it right?
If, if Alice were here, would she let me do this?
Sis looked back inadvertently, as if he had passed through the heavy void, and saw the girl standing on the floating city, and saw the anxious look on her face.
But if she were really here, she would definitely not dissuade me. After all, she knows me.
If this is the case, then let me do one more thing according to my heart. Milga, the archangel Milga in the legend of heaven in the past life, represents the angel of justice!
Then let me meet you properly!
Under the gaze of the holy magician, under the anxious eyes of other magicians, and under the gaze of Alice, on the shadow suspended in the air, Sith stepped forward, expanded his body, and turned into the Optimus Prime machine. The real body immediately jumped into the altar!
Since I can't destroy the altar, I can always go in. Although you are an archangel, you are not yet at level eight!
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