A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 571 - 273 Ying Baizhou (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

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Chapter 571: Chapter 273 Ying Baizhou (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

“Three hundred quintillion,” Michael said, “the weapons forged from our corpses.”

“Resurrected only to die once more.”

Even among all the angels, Lucifer was the most brilliant and beautiful, “I just never expected that I, who had once betrayed God, would also have the honor to be summoned again in this form.”

“Azaren, girl!”

“Present!”

“After my death, was the Holy City secured?”

Lucifer gazed at Azaren, seeking an answer from her mouth, but the outcome was as expected.

“I’m sorry, senior.”

Azaren hung her head, ashamed to face the comrade who had died before her.

“Is that so…”

Lucifer did not blame her; She stepped forward, just like the old times, once again shielding Azaren: “Then this time, we must protect it.”

“Senior!”

Azaren lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears, but she forcefully replied, “I will fight to the death!”

“Your Majesty, the Queen!”

Michael’s gaze was resolute, and he requested command with a firm voice, “Please give your orders.”

Even with only 300, they still dared to appear and fight to the death for the Queen!

“To battle!”

The older sister was very calm, knowing the impossibility yet proceeding: “If we lose the battle, I will join you in death afterwards.”

“It would be our honor!”

“Boom, boom, boom~~~”

At this moment, not only the angels, but also the devils and demons summoned earlier, and the Division-Combination Army, all launched a counterattack simultaneously.

Not for victory, but to show the will of the Queen, and the blood and faith of the ancient Heroic Spirits!

“Toot!!!”

The light in the sky remained, and the high Doomsday Performer blew the trumpet, led by Gabriel, sounding the horn of doom.

The Flame-Faced Michael held high the Sword of Fire, known as the mightiest angel guarding heaven, famed for being able to overturn a world with a mere swing of the sword in her hand, the god of world destruction.

And around the Flame-Faced Ones, one by one, the Eden God Attendants descended, their snow-white dresses fluttering in the wind like waves; they were so beautiful, so holy.

“Thump, thump, thump.”

The Dead Sea Adherent Troops split the starry sky, and countless planets became like pebbles, forming the earth beneath their feet as they advanced.

“To everyone who has, more will be given, and they will have in abundance; but from the one who has not, even what they have will be taken away.”

The Doctrine Prophets embraced the ancient scriptures, gently opening them and picking out God’s phrases. They lifted their heads, their eyes devoid of pupils, only piercing pure white radiance.

“We are all exiled sinners.”

The Evangelist Judge declared, “All is mistaken, only the thoughts of our Lord shall stand forever!”

“There is no way back, only forward!!”

One by one, Pardon Preacher’s sermon flags were raised, and in an instant, the land became a boundless desert, with only the blood-red crosses obscuring the dazzling sun.

“Crusaders.”

The Jewish Kings emerged from the void, spreading their arms, and behind them appeared the great armies that had once followed them into battle: “For the glory of our Lord, we march east!!!”

“Roar!!”

Amidst the roaring, endless troops surged forward.

Because their hearts were filled with faith, they were fearless even in the face of death.

“Exterminate the heretics!”

“Slay them all, annihilate the enemies of God!”

The iron maidens of the Heresy Tribunal manipulated countless torture devices, lashing themselves while also bringing pain to the world.

“Hehehehe.”

A hoarse voice came from the mouth of a giant wearing a mask. In one hand, he held a stone tablet, and in the other, he waved an iron chain and a hammer. Above his head, cage after cage constructed a grand prison.

The prison doors opened, releasing demons, vampires, werewolves, pagans, betrayers, evil gods, ancient gods…

Those who had once been conquered by the servants of God were now standing alongside their wardens, fighting for him.

“Those whom I slay, their souls belong to me.”

The Chief Wardens of Good and Evil constantly erased names from the stone tablet, signifying forgiveness, “But as long as you fight for God, you will be granted freedom after this battle.”

“Fight for freedom!”

The Chief Warden of Good and Evil swung his hammer, “is to fight for God!”

“Stars, heed my command!”

The Dawn Queen raised her hand, and the day turned into starry night; the stars formed halos, circling the earth.

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Eden God Attendants, Flame of God Faces, Star Queens, Heretical Witches, Pardon Preachers, Chief Wardens of Good and Evil, Doctrine Prophets, Evangelist Judges, Jewish Kings, Dead Sea Adherent Troops, Doomsday Performers; a total of 300 Legendary Level angelics, fighting with their backs to the water.

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Ying Mumeng shook her head in disdain, for there was too great a disparity between the two sides, both in quality and quantity.

“No matter how loudly you shout, the battle will still end in an instant.”

“Is that so?”

“Hm?!”

The Empress of the East’s pupils trembled slightly, and in her line of sight lay a knife, horizontally placed in front of an endless array of angels.

“You…”

Gabriel and Michael exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of the person who had appeared. They wanted to speak up but were stopped by Azaren, “Elder! Do not! You must not disrespect him!”

“This!”

The angels looked up in shock, only to find that the angels from Oravin’s side that had been swarming over the sky had all come to a halt.

They may have wanted to charge, but the person before them had become an insurmountable chasm.

The angels sheathed their weapons, both those on the sister’s side and those on Ying Mumeng’s.

Who was this person?

How could he possess such power?

“What do you mean by this?”

Ying Mumeng seemed to have guessed something. She clenched her fists but still refused to believe.

“Isn’t my intention clear enough?”

There stood Bailuo, calmly looking at Ying Mumeng. He lowered his head and let out a self-deprecating chuckle, “Feiya, why didn’t you just tell me your plan?”