Chapter 1217: Chapter 936: The Endless Aftermath of the Offensive
The sound of explosions was everywhere.
The night sky repeatedly pierced by the brilliance of flas and plasma, the rain was pouring harder. 102 could see the raindrops hitting those angels, yet vanishing just centiters away, seemingly swallowed by their own sacred light.
So military vehicles, armored cars, and tanks painted with the Fifty Stars Flag were fleeing Motor City, trying to rendezvous with the angel army coming to the rescue and regroup their morale.
102 raised the short spear in her hand, feeling a slight thrill from legal slaughter. She pulled the trigger, the burning shells exploded among them, flas swept through, the shock waves ruthlessly tearing apart vehicles and personnel and tossing them aside.
The angels in the air were furious upon seeing this, imdiately flapping their wings and wielding flaming swords to attack 102.
“Kill her!”
“The Battle Witch of the Nestor Corporation!”
“She’s alone! Let’s take her down together!”
Co kill . The Iron Wings behind 102 were fully charged, facing a silver-white swarm of over 50 angels.
The Witch Armor injected nanite enhancers into 102, countless nanobots surged into 102’s bloodstream, ready at any mont to repair her damaged body, while 102 unleashed her Dominator Level magic power to enhance every muscle and every inch of bone from head to toe.
Whoosh!
In an instant, 102 shot into the angelic line. These angels, with their white wings, exquisite armor, and holy faces, suddenly shattered like a slaughtered flock of doves.
102 wildly shot and slashed, every shell burst an angel into unsightly pieces, every slice severed their proud wings, limbs, and even heads.
The angels were dumbfounded, powerless in front of the intruding 102. Their utmost holy radiance, purifying flas, and halo sonic waves were useless, and all their thods unleashed in unison couldn’t slow her advance! Any attack bounced off 102’s tempered advanced Witch Armor!
Bam!
102’s rampage was intercepted, a radiant figure barred her path, raising a giant sword as a challenge. She had golden hair, cloaked in pale white, with a divine face, a high nose bridge, and two pairs of golden wings extending from her back, evidently much stronger than the surrounding minor angels, with a faintly glowing halo atop her head. 102’s Witch Armor read a high-level threat.
“State your na! I don’t kill the naless!” 102 spun the short spear in her hand. The angels on the ground, barely alive and disabled, looked up in utter confusion.
“I am Archangel phisto under Lord Dilnai’s command. Co, let judge your filth.” The angel with stunning looks raised her giant sword, which shone with a saintly light like the midday sun.
102 lunged forward, sensing the surge of power within phisto. This angelic being intertwined with talent and grace possessed exceptionally strong power.
phisto swung the giant sword, lightning whistled from the sword’s end, instantly pushing 102 back. The streaks of electricity and pillars of fire tore through the air, exploding on the ground, creating a scorched zone over 300 ters in radius.
So fierce, no matter how fast, I can’t keep up with the lightning. 102 pulled back, wary of phisto’s power.
Other witches were bombing and attacking further away, the available combat power belonging to her and her sister, thought 102. Others are likely fighting more terrifying angels, but in the end, this phisto is already formidable enough, how strong could other angels be?
phisto charged forward, other angels reorganized behind her, rescuing the wounded. The angels 102 had barely injured healed quickly after a few rounds of prayer.
Dilnai’s Divine Power is here, but Lady Farosa’s Divine Power is absent here. 102 could only retreat, avoiding the sharp edge.
“This city will stand tall.” phisto pursued 102.
“Fool! Once I flatten you, go sob to your god.” 102 cursed through clenched teeth; her vocabulary for insults was not rich. She felt a naless irritation and anger, wanting to be assimilated by war and slaughter.
“I see fury consuming your heart, may Lord Dilnai forgive you.” phisto swung the giant sword, unleashing a devastating strike without rcy.
102 couldn’t let down her guard, forced to retreat step by step. The intertwined lightning and holy fire from phisto ford a powerful shockwave, slicing through a street in an instant, after a series of explosions, it obliterated the buildings on both sides completely! Its power was startling to behold.
She noticed that phisto’s sword dimd after a lightning release, so 102 retreated, descending to the large crater in the street caused by phisto, standing in the pit ravaged by lightning and fire, while looking up to fire at phisto.
“Your end has co, abandon sin, find forgiveness!” As expected, phisto descended with a leap, turning to close combat.
That sword could unleash lightning and shockwaves, too intense. If hit directly, she would lose her combat capability, thought 102 silently.
But it cannot release indefinitely, and once its energy runs out, she must co into close combat with .
102 remained silent, her magic racing through her brain.
She heard the ground beneath her emit a piercing, hurried airflow sound.
Looking down, she saw streams of airflow whistling and flashing faintly with firelight in the air, and 102 suddenly made up her mind.
102 charged at phisto, weapons clashing fiercely, exchanging slashes dozens of tis within breaths. phisto was practically a deadly assassin. Despite wielding a giant sword, her attack frequency was extrely high, neither mortal nor armored vehicle could withstand phisto’s barrage of assaults.
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