"Good!"
Apollo responded clearly and decisively, his voice tinged with satisfaction, shaking the atmosphere around him.
The figure of a ijia flashed, imdiately unfurling ten wings from behind, flying out from the palace.
After the report, only Nal was dispatched to assess this—a lone Liang Chuan was slaughtered beside the SUPER manufacturer, with Eros Al Frost sketching on ijia’s Weibo, writing, "Wake up, Apollo. Even though yesterday and the day before were workdays, death ca," expressing a deep desire for Ares! "Only you can capture him and bring him under the command of the Great Angel, right?"
"Hah! Ares Ares, he is a very powerful man. In the traps laid by ordinary humans lies the true snare of the enemy. Only Marius remains; this is nothing more than a petty quarrel!"
Avaro spoke: "But Michael is different. He’s one of my strongest angels. As long as power and wisdom don’t go to waste, this is Sirijohn Hayes losing his life at the hands of re mortals!"
Boom!
A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted as Apollo absorbed the words. Even the distant sky trembled, causing the entire palace to collapse.
There were witnesses to the sound—a blast that seed to echo through eternity. Faces twisted, so turning pale, and in particular, Apollo’s expression remained utterly unchanged, devoid of any life!
Thus, I reveled in my grand thrill—and vanished!
On the contrary, at this very mont, a weighty voice slowly reverberated, shaking the ears of countless people:
"BenJohn Liang Chuan is a contemptible god!"
"I, Yang Chuan, revere him, but am I here as a re servant?"
The faces of everyone in the Sgneik∙Pik Palace transford drastically.
Especially, Afolo vowed that Mikaro would et the sa fate as Ares before him.
Finally, unable to utter another word, Michael fell into Yang Chuan’s grasp. This was nothing but an illusion to seize insignificant pups and ants—irrelevant beings! Hoping that these beings might find life, they still stood apart before God."
Thus, Apollo radiated a fierce, luminous brilliance, garbing himself entirely in light.
"Apollo, what are you doing?"
Watching Apollo closely, Hers on one side inquired curiously.
Hestia opened her lips, stating, "Apollo is the Light God. He’s rallying the faithful followers and angels, preparing to wage war against the mother and son below the mountain."
"Can he gather all the faithful followers and angels together?"
Upon hearing this, Hers, with his ten emperor souls, trembled—his scalp numbed by paralysis!
Is Apollo, Light God, rising alongside the faithful today with countless followers?"
This encompasses nearly every nation on Earth, excluding China!
The multitude of angels exceeds counting.
Now, pulling together all of Apollo’s gathering—a re two-day return journey, opposing the forces of Earth’s village? Including a beast-faced angel?"
This imagery might be the most unprecedented shock ever witnessed.
Harish gasped in awe as Apollo’s brilliance gradually dimd.
Slowly opening his eyes, Apollo gazed outside the palace with an arrogant deanor and spoke faintly.
Swish, swish...
From across the globe, many newly designed destroyers erged, directed at the faithful across nations in preparation for Greece Olympus Mountain.
Scenes like this unfolded almost globally!
For this is the largest war ever waged in human history!
A glorious battle engaging all of humanity!
Moreover, none anticipated that this epic confrontation was simply tied to one man.
Yang Chuan ignited the nation of the Chinese.
In the skies near Olympus Mountain, not far off, a blood-red sun rotated bit by bit as Duo Bin surveyed the mountain.
Each crucial mont took a step closer; should he fall before them, the resulting burst of energy would disrupt the defense layers of Mount Olympus and signal my new twilight!
But, regardless of defenses, nothing could hinder Yang Tianchuan’s advance.
Yet, as clear as fire, the defenses proved tardy against Yiren two days behind schedule, forcing the skies’ new faithful followers and warplanes to converge!
Another instance of such scenes.
Witnessing the endless assembly of followers and warplanes from various nations, Liang Chuan beca inadvertently aware.
Years back, the United States locked down Jier State, transforming PENTAGON into a singular command. Two days and nights erged atop the summit of worldly mountains!
Even so, in this clash, events two days prior mirrored this reality. Unlike then, Yang Chuan had now attained global governance!
As he gazed, countless faithful fell like tiny ants alongside the faithful aircraft nations brought forth—battling valiantly without pause. Ultimately, it boiled down to defeat and surrender.
Hundreds of thousands... Millions... Pleading endlessly.
Liang Chuan only waited twenty to thirty minutes before gathering around him a formidable army of nearly 800 million!
Moreover, behind this figure lay uncounted formations on luminous maps, vanishing under Aurora-like wings of angels unmistakably.
But at the forefront of these angels stood six figures, with twelve-winged Great Angels behind them. They clearly aligned with Michael among the seven Great Angels destroyed two thousand years prior!
"Mother and son!" In the na of the Light God, we’ve assembled here to judge your sins! Surrender swiftly—or even a hundred tis our effort would deny you forgiveness!"
Among them, the most radiant Great Angel surveyed the imnse gathering of followers and angel armies, eventually opening his mouth coldly with an air of arrogance.
Another man—a golden-haired, blue-eyed figure—spoke icily, "Yang Chuan! When you assassinated one of us, Michael, back in the day, you disgraced us irreparably! Looking at the world today, with radiant new followers of Light, can things progress as recklessly as before? Today will mark your death!"
"Bright Newcor followers?"
Hearing both n’s taunts, Yang Chuan chuckled calmly. "What does the na of the Light God even an—can anyone tell ?" He posed back.
"Do you even comprehend the na Hassaka God?"
Vain-faced and arrogant, the Heavenly Dao stood towering. "Your own demise is inevitable! Wherefore grasp aning thus?"
"Of course, I must understand."
The subtle naturalist observed revelations blooming—"For this demonstration concludes with your extinction if you falter now!"
"Extinction for us all?"
Bagalan sarcastically replied upon hearing Yang Tianhe’s assertion, as if this were the most ridiculous joke on earth.
"What’s happening?"
This isn’t rely 800 million followers—this is an army, a divine contingent of countless angels amassed before Yang Chuan.
Such a force, where each individual fell one by one—but Yang Chuan dying wouldn’t be fathomable within the scope of eternity!
Not even mythologized gods could compare to his strength presented that day!
Jiaba thought so aloud. "Mother and son indeed, reckless and visionless without divine Faith! Don’t you see the reality before you? The deranged thoughts you harbor reveal what will soon unfold."
"Lord Jiayi, cease bantering!" Cultivating European elites, if strength condenses here, then let mutual demise beckon! Witness the outco I orchestrate."
The golden-haired man spoke vehently, erupting with electricity—a surge striking Yang Qiandu rcilessly.
As the overly abundant energy of Residun lightning consud all...
Emanations behind him blazed—the many races and lineages following him, particularly mighty monarchs!
Words that resonated with ranks within Western domains!
Clashing against ferocious darkness ca fortitudes and as Yang Chuan effortlessly deflected offenses conjured by Demon Arts—calmly slicing divine cries apart with devastating prowess embedded in self-assured remarks stretching deep... "Ridiculous!"
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