The Game of Demon Hunter

The priests on the ground felt the holiness getting closer and closer to the top of their heads, and the warm light made them burst into tears. For most of these people, this may be the moment they recently accepted their faith throughout their lives.

But Dale and other high-level expeditionary forces, they could see clearly that the angel fell in the sky with golden blood all over his body, and with only one wing left, he seemed to have not adapted to the gravity of the main material world, and was adjusting his posture .

Every time it flaps its wings, it will bring up a large piece of golden blood, rendering a beautiful luster in the air, and then turning into the purest holy light, melting into the sky.

The old pastor also shed tears, it was regret for incompetence, it was confession to the gods, it was moved by sacrifice.

Dell, on the other hand, clenched his fists. When he saw the angel being blocked, Dell breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the Lord of Dawn devoutly anymore, it's just that when he sees that the god he believes in has not become omniscient and omnipotent like he saw in his dream, and there are other forces that can restrain him, Dell feels his body and mind relax.

His belief has even become more stable because of this. Dale hopes from the bottom of his heart that the gods he believes in will remain the same. The new Lord of Dawn he saw in his dream made him shudder every time he woke up.

"Great Lord of Dawn, may you always be like the rising sun, warm but not aggressive, bright but not dazzling, bring light every time you return to the world, and be as pure as a newborn baby." Before the angel descended to the ground, Dale prayed in a small voice that only he could hear.

There is an invisible barrier, and the great Lord of Dawn cannot hear his faint voice at all.

"Xu, can we deal with that thing?" Vittoria, of Germanic descent, has no respect for angels. In their myths and legends, the Valkyries who ride and fight are worthy of respect.

No matter which world you are in, this kind of birdman with wings on his back is not an easy character to deal with.

They are players, they can be arrogant and look at the aborigines with a superior view, even the presence of the gods cannot make these players succumb.

But the body can be destroyed. In the face of absolute power, the only fig leaf left for the players is the spirit.

"I've dealt with armed helicopters before, but this is the first time they have wings." Vittoria drank her wine leisurely, her tone full of anticipation for an unknown and powerful enemy.

But Yang Yuefan is not so indifferent. If there is a creature that cannot resist at this stage, it will be difficult for them to keep the [Mechanical Heart], especially if the opponent can fly, the danger will increase greatly.

Xu Yichen looked at the [Fraudster] in his hand, and began to miss his .75.

However, during his military service, Xu Yichen had always been the one with air supremacy even when he went deep into the enemy's rear. From orbital strikes, to the 24-hour air support force, to the drones carried by the team, he never because of The enemy's air force has been troubled.

"Let the civilians enter the bunker, the next war is beyond our control." The witcher gave Li Huamei an order.

This time, Li Huamei did not argue about the issue of the command. The scene of the angel descending earlier had a great impact on this proud girl of heaven.

Not only her, but even Li Xuanbai's face became ugly. Ever since the angel appeared, the connection between Wang Xiangcheng and the Witch King had been completely cut off.

The power belonging to the gods disturbed the magic circle in the dark, and both the communication circle and the teleportation circle became unstable.

The gods and the Witch Kings have clashed more than once in the millennium. The Witch King is making progress, but the gods are not standing still. They have found a way to interfere with the magic power.

They can not only create forbidden space and dead magic area, but also interfere with the operation of large-scale magic energy on a macro level.

Of course, this kind of interference is aimed at those complex and delicate high-level magic, and a rookie like Luo Yan can't even feel this kind of interference.

The rookie mages were being educated by the half-elf at this time, and they planned to set a trap for the white-skinned players on the other street, but the half-elf despised the caster's clumsy casting skills.

Accustomed to witches casting spells as easily as water and the heavy-armored mages of the Ain-Eir family, Radia's vision was infinitely raised. He could hardly understand why this human mage would put so much effort in firing a fireball!

"I need you to prepare the spell in advance and release it directly when I shoot the arrow. There is no time to chant spells for you on the battlefield, and those extraordinary people will not wait for you to stand still and cast spells like green skins." Ladia whispered Roaring at the spellcaster, his hearing, inherited from the elf blood, told him that the team of extraordinary people who had attacked them before was in a room in the next street.

"Sorry, I can't do it!" Luo Yan shook his head. In his eyes, magic is full of orderly beauty like mathematics. Every node and every magic mark is a regular geometric figure. Maybe someone can cast it instinctively spells, but he is academic.

If possible, Luo Yan would prefer to delve into the mysteries of magic in a quiet, incense-burning quiet room with soft cushions, rather than in the ruined streets, using corpses as cushions, and wearing green-skinned clothes. Roar destroys life with the art of magic.

But the civic responsibility made Luo Yan come, and he was willing to pay for it.

"But I have a scroll that resists the ring of fire, which should meet your needs." Even as a mage, Luo Yan felt a little pain when he took out that scroll. It was the only one he found from the magic tower. A still usable magic scroll.

"You know the price of this thing, don't waste it, this is our chance!" The mage grabbed the other end of the scroll and was reluctant to let go.

But the half-elf took the scroll mercilessly. With the half-elven blood in her body, Ladia is also a half-magically sensitive person who can barely activate the scroll: "Believe me, this time, if your friends can survive In the past, your good days are coming!"

As soon as the half-elf finished speaking, a pale golden figure flew over their heads. Because the speed was too fast, it brought a strong wind on the street, and the dust all over the sky made it difficult to open your eyes.

It's an angel, he didn't even stop at the temporary holy place built by the paladins, he went straight in the direction of the witcher.

The half-elf looked at the traces left by the angel in the air, and asked hesitantly: "It's better not to wait any longer. If your friends don't make it through, the previous investment will be in vain."

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