The Angel has descended?

All the loyal followers and the Close Guard Cultivators were momentarily stunned, except for Novia and Horn who reacted quickly.

As expected, he knew that Puliano Pope wouldn't let it go that easily.

Mad, admit your loss, can't handle it anymore, huh?!

Seeing the cultivators in a daze, Horn immediately drew his pistol and fired a shot at the Angel.

Whether it hit or not, after calling for Ah Fu to protect Hilov, he dashed towards the palace.

The Angel can fly, with too much mobility; she's not her match in the open outside.

Underneath the Mechanical Palace, there's a specific bunker, where Hilov used to hide.

It was even specially reinforced with mortar.

At that moment, Horn had a fleeting doubt if Serafe had long anticipated getting attacked by an Angel and purposely designed this refuge.

Don't be afraid, as long as we can hide in this refuge, we just need to wait for reinforcements.

On any other day, Horn would have really had a headache.

But today is different... there are still seventeen Witches waiting outside.

According to the scholars, the Church didn't dare to send Angels to sweep Black Snake Bay because they were afraid the Angels would be surrounded by Witches.

So, the combat power of the Angel is strong but also limited.

The Church knows how to pick their days; had it been a week ago or a week later, Horn would have really been in trouble.

The bullet passed through the Angel's wings, lifting a few feathers, but no blood was seen dropping.

Not sure if no damage was caused, or if the Angel has no blood.

The Angel's eyes were closed, yet it seemed she could see everything around; she reached out her hand towards Horn.

"Your Eminence, be careful."

Novia, donned in Mithril armor, suddenly smashed the Angel's arm with a head hammer.

The ground beside Horn exploded at once, shattered stones covering him all over.

But seizing this chance, he rolled on the spot and darted to the palace door.

The Angel, with a casual wave, sent the escaping Novia flying like a broken kite.

The followers finally realized that the Angel was the enemy, not a friend.

"That's not an Angel!" René yelled, shooting at the Angel, "It's a devil disguised as an Angel; Angels wouldn't attack His Eminence, protect His Eminence!"

"Protect His Eminence!"

Piles of bullets rained down on the Angel, causing her to sway left and right.

Tiny holes appeared on her body, from which bullets dropped out, yet not a drop of blood flowed, instead, they slowly healed.

"Plasma bomb!"

Without even looking, the Angel turned her hand, emitting an invisible shockwave that knocked the plasma bomb away.

Without any expression, the Angel slowly opened her eyes, and a dazzling white light exploded, accompanied by an invisible shockwave spreading with the airflow.

In the entire courtyard, the followers in the inner circle were knocked back, and two-thirds of the remaining soldiers covered their eyes, shooting blindly towards the Angel's direction.

Unfortunately, the Angel had already risen into the air, heading towards the palace interior.

"Boom—"

Two spring-driven cannons fired simultaneously, within a distance of less than thirty meters, shotguns and live rounds hit the Angel.

Dozens of holes squeezing out bullets, the left wing breaking from the middle, for the first time emitting a glowing liquid.

Having lost the ability to fly, this monster incredibly still managed to glide into the door, pursuing Horn inside.

"Horn!"

A massive fear gripped Hilov's heart, she pushed Ah Fu aside, running towards the palace for the first time.

"Have you notified the Witches?"

"The alarm is sounded!"

"Loyal followers, follow me, protect His Eminence!" Groups of guards, wielding sabres and holy guns, charged into the palace.

At this moment, Horn had already run to a wall, kicking a wall brick, and the side wall slowly opened, revealing a passage leading to the bunker.

Below is a cast iron door, the kind even Jeanne would take time to electrify.

Just as Horn was about to step down, an explosive airflow shot from behind.

Shadow Witch Solan emerged from the shadows, pulling Horn through the shadow like water, trying to break into the passage.

However, the bursting light arrived once more, illuminating every inch of the tunnel's dead end, throwing Solan directly out of the shadow.

"Your Eminence, run fast, my Shadow Guard will protect you, I'll hold them back," Solan, disheveled, shouted loudly.

A shockwave blew past again, toppling the three shadow guards trying to take Horn away.

The aftermath also sent Horn sprawling forward, bruising his forehead.

He stood up to run but felt a piercing pain in his leg, looking down, he found his entire foot twisted inward.

Snapping off the pain, Horn limped and continued to run, but after taking just two steps, he felt his body lighten.

Horn stared wide-eyed at Hilov picking him up: "Hilov, how did you stand up."

No time to pay attention to Horn, Hilov, sweating all over, maintained her body's balance.

It seemed that under the crisis, she moved from stumbling at the beginning to now moving increasingly smoothly.

The Wolf Woman's target is the fourth floor, where there is a glider prototype.

The Angel's wings were broken, temporarily unable to fly, they can use the glider to escape.

But just as they reached the second-floor stairway, they heard a loud airflow sound, and the Wolf Woman braked, rubble scattering from the stairs ahead.

"Hilov," Horn shouted, "to the terrace!"

Hilov turned and dashed towards the adjacent terrace.

The Angel seemed to realize something, with seven or eight shadow guards and Solan hanging on, she leapt up in place, reaching the second floor corridor and flipping up.

The Wolf Woman, shivering, stood on the terrace railing, one jump away from beyond the wall.

Endless fear washed over once again, the thigh pain was even more burning.

Behind came the rush of footsteps and the sound of weapons clashing as Solan and others fought.

Though a bit embarrassed being cradled, Horn still heard the crisp sound of gears turning, incredibly close.

Suddenly, the Wolf Woman's prosthetic leg gears spun rapidly, her tears streaming down her cheeks for the first time showing an angry expression.

"Ah—"

Screaming, Hilov, holding Horn, jumped fiercely from the railing.

At the same time, the Angel's Longsword had already stabbed in mid-air, seemingly only a step away from Hilov.

"Boom—" Hilov, clutching Horn, rolled into a ball on the lawn outside the Mechanical Palace.

Hilov looked around her; she actually, she actually jumped out.

Warm liquid flowed across her face; is this... tears?

However, before she could process, she heard Jeanne's loud bang as the Angel leapt from the terrace.

"Ding—"

A scorching beam shot from the side, blasting the Angel's Longsword from her hand.

Led by Jeanne, fifteen Witches, faces grim, slowly emerged from the woods, surrounding the Angel.