Stars, 5 Stars!
The very pinnacle of ultimate forces unleashed in full, how formidable!
On the Main Plane, even one squadron could sweep through a Great City!
At this mont, like raindrops falling from the sky, they descended with an unstoppable montum, killing in their path.
It seed as if the sky would be pierced with a huge hole!
The thick sulfur clouds were torn apart and dissipated, the monsters erging were instantly executed and slain.
This scene resembled a myth from ancient murals, too magnificent, unmatched by any previously experienced war scene.
The Doomsday Angels, with an unshakable deanor, charged into the layers of clouds, directly clashing with the dense Demon Army.
Like a red-hot steel saber plunged into butter, lting the foes instantly.
With unstoppable montum, they cut through everything.
The Goddess of Misfortune watched this scene with calm eyes.
As if such a scene was not worth ntioning.
And the Doomsday Angels flying out of the rift were beyond counting, in just a short ten minutes, Lear roughly estimated over a hundred thousand, and they were pouring out at an exaggerated speed.
This made him a bit on edge.
Is this the war between deities?
Only now could he perceive the terror of the seasoned Goddess of Misfortune.
This accumulation over tens of millions of years was unfathomably vast.
The formidable Demon Legion of the Tyrant Monarch was torn to pieces in front of the overwhelming Doomsday Angels.
Broken and shattered.
Pushing inward rapidly, no one could halt this army.
Lear’s emotions surged, his gaze turned extrely determined.
Compared to the Doomsday Angel Legion, Weilu City was still as immature as a baby.
But one day, he would build an equally or even more powerful legion!
He firmly believed in it!
The Goddess of Misfortune waved her hand for them to follow, then walked in the air, step by step, following the army inside.
After calming down, Lear, accompanied by Kalanis, followed closely behind.
Soon they reached the front line of the battlefield.
The Doomsday Angel Army ahead was like a sharp war saber, continuously tearing apart the Demon Legion in front.
The Demon Army surged like a locust plague, but even with all their might, they couldn’t stop it a bit!
Encountering the Doomsday Angels ant death.
Seeing the arrival of the Goddess of Misfortune, the surrounding troops beca even more frantic.
The Demons wanted to guard, the Doomsday Angels wanted to perform in front of their master.
The Doomsday Angels began to form an army formation, with black and red Power of Misfortune, speeding up their slaughter.
Once Lear got closer, he realized the pitiful state of the Demon Army.
Not only could they not fight head-on, but in the battle with the Doomsday Angels, these demons were in the worst luck.
Wanting to attack, their companions would often suddenly rush out and disrupt the rhythm, or soone would cast a spell from behind, hitting a companion in front with the skills.
Or a spatial error suddenly occurred, sending them into the densest formation of Doomsday Angels, or even when casting a skill, soone would suddenly falter due to nerves, forgetting a secret spell they had chanted for decades, leading to backlash and causing direct injuries.
The pitiful sight made Lear’s eyelids twitch.
No one dared provoke the Goddess of Misfortune, not without reason.
The Tyrant Monarch thought he could offend the Goddess of Misfortune just because he was backed by the Master of Dark Crows?
Looking at the tragic state of those demons, Lear mourned for the Tyrant Monarch for half a second, it was hopeless, just wait for death.
The Doomsday Angel Legion charged straight through with the most violent thod into the heart of this Plane.
And at this mont, the resistance of the Demon Army finally escalated.
The ultimate soldiers of the Tyrant Monarch—the Tyrant Berserkers, began to appear in an organized manner.
These ultimate soldiers stood 5 ters tall, with a row of sharp barbs growing along their spines, with black, grotesque dual wings, and claws longer than a broken saber.
Although their numbers didn’t match the Doomsday Angels, there were still tens of thousands!
Seeing the Doomsday Angels, they pounced madly for close combat!
Tyrant Berserkers, Ultimate Soldier (All Attributes increased by 600%), Level: 2 Stars.
Compared to the Doomsday Angels, whose lowest level was 3 Stars, the attributes of the Tyrant Berserkers were clearly a rank lower.
And leading the Doomsday Angels were a squadron of 5-Star Six-winged Doomsday Angels.
The 3-Star difference on the battlefield beca an unbridgeable chasm!
The army plowed through all enemies ahead, no one could withstand this sharp blade.
The Goddess of Misfortune walked leisurely amidst the profusion of blood, the surrounding demons couldn’t affect her at all, and no one could cross the bloody path forged by the Doomsday Angel Army.
"Goddess of Misfortune!!"
A low, terrified, and resentful voice ca from within the depths of the Demon Army.
"You actually dare to step into the Abyss? Have you forgotten how many enemies you have in the Abyss?!"
The hazy figure of the Goddess of Misfortune slightly raised her head, nonchalantly speaking.
"These past few days, I’ve been dealing with those so-called enemies... they were kind enough to let slaughter them for you."
The originally furious Tyrant Monarch’s heart trembled.
An unspeakable fear surged in his heart.
Who was before him? The deity mastering Misfortune! What she said... could absolutely be true.
Even as an enemy, when the Goddess of Misfortune spoke, they would likely have to hold their nose and endure for a few days.
No one wanted to face Misfortune head-on!
The Abyss isn’t a place of peace or mutual aid, betrayal and slaughter are eternal here, many would be happy to see him suffer.
"The Master of Dark Crows is watching the Abyss... Goddess of Misfortune, you don’t want to face the Master of Dark Crows, do you?!"
Hearing this, the Goddess of Misfortune chuckled softly.
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