Noticing Alice's anxious expression, the Morgan Prince gently said, "Silence."
What was just a chaotic scene like a market among the Blood Clan suddenly beca silent.
Alice pleaded, "Uncle Morgan..."
"I understand."
At this mont, the mood of the Morgan Prince was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
When Hilde used the Angel Wings to summon the Angel Projection, the Morgan Prince sensed this aura, though he wasn't sure at the ti.
When Hilde burned her soul to make the Angel Projection appear in its spread-wing form, the Morgan Prince could finally confirm that this power, which made his heart tremble, was indeed the legendary servant of the Holy King of Light, the embodint of purity, kindness, and righteousness—an angel.
In the Morgan Prince's long life, he had only seen an angel once, and that was so many years ago that he almost forgot.
What shocked the Morgan Prince the most was that facing such power, he too would have to exercise caution.
Yet now a human had actually rescued Alice from the spread-wing angel.
"I truly wish to et this Ning Fan."
With his mind made up, the Morgan Prince commanded, "Let's go over now."
Alice said joyfully, "I will lead the way."
"No need."
The Morgan Prince shook his head; he had already determined the location when the angel's aura burst out the second ti.
"Everyone, prepare yourselves, we are about to face an angel."
This statent from the Morgan Prince was akin to a final confirmation, affirming Alice's earlier words.
Upon hearing this, the Blood Clan present had complex thoughts and varied intentions, but all shared a common thread—a flash of fear deep within their eyes.
To the Blood Clan, facing an angel condensed from Pure Holy Power was like snow encountering blazing sunlight.
"Do not worry; it's rely an angel projection; I do not take it seriously,"
The Morgan Clan Leader was not being boastful.
If an angel's true body were to descend, he would flee as far as possible.
But rely a projection, at most his equal in power at the peak of humanity.
At this level, the mutual restraint of powers is less significant.
Moreover, a projection has a ti limit; once the ti is up, it must leave this world, and as a native, the Morgan Clan Leader could naturally win without a fight.
Upon hearing these words, the anxious eyes of those present turned into fervor.
A prince is already akin to a divine spirit in the mindset of the Blood Clan.
This ti, instead of leisurely traveling under the dark cloud, the Morgan Clan Leader used high-level magic to teleport to the target point.
With the chant proceeding, a blood-red seven-pointed star the size of dark clouds appeared out of thin air,
This was just the beginning; within the seven-pointed star, arrays of various sizes began to erge.
A large array encapsulated smaller arrays, overlapping to form a complex and enigmatic layered magic wand.
The dark clouds ford by the dark sky seed to turn into a pot of boiling water, starting to jump uneasily, with countless blood-red lightning bolts appearing out of thin air within the space.
The blood-red lightning continuously jumped and road, with explosive energy seemingly about to pierce through this space.
This was influenced by the Morgan Clan Leader's terrifying magic power.
In the eyes of the New York City citizens below, this presented another scene.
The previously moving dark clouds suddenly stopped and began to rotate.
Just as people wondered if this was a sign of an impending tornado,
A dazzling red light flashed through the clouds, and once the red light blood, the massive cloud group mysteriously vanished.
Listening to the madn shouting on the streets, many people had the thought flash in their minds, "Could this truly be the end of the world!"
"It's Blood Clan teleportation magic."
Witnessing this scene, Stuart's heart tightened, no longer concerned about hiding his identity.
"Holy Light Sprint!"
Light flashed on his legs, and under the blessing of Holy Light, Stuart, whose speed was already astonishing, seed to fly.
Staring at the empty sky, Alice's eyes grew confused; she could feel the lingering presence of Ning Fan, but she couldn't see his figure.
"Could it be..."
A foreboding feeling erged in her heart, and Alice's excited, cute face instantly turned pale as paper.
Ever since arriving here, an intense unease pervaded the Blood Clan present.
If not for the presence of the Morgan Prince, it's likely, driven by instinctive fear, the Blood Clan present would have scattered.
This unease stemd from deep within the Blood Clan's souls—a reverence for Holy Power.
The Blood Clan present could all sense an overwhelming aura of Holy Power, akin to a vast ocean.
This aura far surpassed that of any clergy they had encountered before.
After "seeing is believing," these Blood Clans completely believed in the arrival of angels.
So of the older ones, fortunate enough to have witnessed the apocalypse battle, were filled with shock in their eyes; just the lingering Holy Power aura here was comparable to the Pope.
Among these people was Duke Andrew.
"Alice..."
Andrew didn't know how to comfort his daughter.
Ning Fan's ability to rescue Alice from the hands of an angel was already a remarkable feat.
For this alone, Ning Fan was worthy of pride for a lifeti, earning the respect of all Blood Clans.
Even if Andrew believed in Ning Fan's abilities, he couldn't believe he could escape from an angel.
Looking at the empty sky, Andrew knew Ning Fan was likely purified by Holy Power, reduced to ashes.
This was Andrew's speculation; for safety's sake, he still asked, "Brother, have you sensed anything?"
The Morgan Clan Leader shook his head, staring fixedly at a certain spot.
Seeing this, Alice, anxious and heart-stricken, wavered, her taut mind unable to hold, and she completely passed out.
Andrew hastily shielded his daughter, instructing, "Murphy, take good care of the young lady."
anwhile, the Morgan Clan Leader said, "Anyone whose strength is below the Duke retreats to the dark sky."
As his words fell, the Blood Clan present began retreating orderly, leaving only five Blood Clans including Morgan.
"Brother, are you saying..."
Upon hearing this, Andrew's face tightened, though the Holy Power aura here was vast, it was unowned and unconscious.
Unless a newly embraced offspring, most other Blood Clans could resist this aura.
With the personnel the Morgan Family brought, there was no need to retreat into the dark sky, a defensive magic specifically used by Blood Clans to resist Holy Light.
"Let's et our old friend."
Morgan remarked with a smile, a dark black beam shooting from his fingertips.
The black beam tore through the space, creating a crossover like an aurora when passing through.
Once the shimring stopped, a figure appeared in the previously empty space.
The Morgan Clan Leader smiled at the figure, "Archbishop Hilde, well t!"
Hilde responded with a slight smile, "Ah, it's the Morgan Clan Leader, it's been a long ti indeed."
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