Chapter 352: Chapter 219: The Undead are Attacking the City_1
A beam of light shot out from the pit, illuminating Drake.
In the final moment, Drake wrapped his wings around his body.
What would happen when the Holy Light Flash of a Four-Winged Angel hits an Ascetic monk who was also possessed by a Four-Winged Angel?
The result was clear. Both sets of Drake’s wings vanished, his true wings shattered, and his Holy Armor was damaged, but his body was intact.
It was already rather decent. Under the Holy Light Flash of the Little Angel, his injuries were the least serious.
Drake lowered his arms shielding him, spat out a mouthful of blood, and shattered the necklace on his chest with a palm blur.
A circle of white light spread out. The wounds on Drake’s body, the gaps in his wings, the cracks in his Holy Armor, all were quickly healed.
At the same time, Drake looked down to see the Little Angel staring at him curiously, seemingly surprised that he was still alive despite her full-on attack.
Ange pulled away the Little Angel and took her place. Looking up, he saw the Scythe of Death slowly emerging from his hand.
“Why is there a Golden Skeleton here? Why is there a Four-Winged Angel mixed with it? Why is there a pit here? All the negligent go on the Fire Execution Frame!” Drake ground his teeth.
Who would have thought little pitfalls would exist in safe zones with Defense Towers and Soul Towers. Of course, it doesn’t seem that somebody secretly dug it, but rather people here were slack in their duties and didn’t even notice when somebody dug a tunnel.
As a lifelong Ascetic, he hated those who dodge responsibility, are lazy, and lack capabilities. When he finished dealing with the situation here, destroyed the Golden Skeleton, and captured the Four-Winged Angel, he would also heavily punish the negligent folks here.
As he had this thought, Drake suddenly noticed a juvenile copper dragon appearing next to the skeleton.
Drake was shocked by the appearance of a distressed Juvenile Dragon accompanying an angel––it reminded him of one term––assassin, the team of assassins with Nikola.
If it was really assassins, does that mean, apart from the angel and the copper dragon, there might also be a unicorn, iron constructs…?
And the most fearsome one, the Innocent Man who rushed over, trampling on plants on his way to kill Nikola, who is immune to Holy Word Technique.
As soon as Drake realized this, he got really careful. He started shouting without turning his head: “Soul Tower, prepare…”
Just after he said this, he heard a clear and rhythmic ‘Gluglu’ sound, and a series of alarmed cries echoed nearby.
In that split-second, Drake recalled something. He earlier had been standing at the seal’s center, then stomped, causing a collapse. Does that mean the seal could also be collapsed?
If the seal collapsed, would it become invalid? And would the Dimension Beast regain its freedom?
Drake turned his head slowly and indeed saw a big fur-ball smiling wide at him.
“I…” As soon as Drake opened his mouth, a large furry paw swung out from the fur-ball, slapping Drake onto the ground like a fly swatter.
When Ange carefully poked his head out from the pit, the only thing he could see was a large fur-ball, furiously scraping at a flaccid body. The wings of the body were in pieces, and the bones probably were crushed, but the person was not dead.
“Roar!” Ange roared at it.
The fur-ball turned its head to look, pointed its large paw at Drake, and roared unhappily.
“Roar!” Ange pointed his large hand at the Soul Tower.
This time, the fur-ball realized what was happening. It dragged Drake toward the pit and then hurled itself over.
Ange was startled and quickly retracted back into the pit. How could he withstand being struck by such a Giant Beast?
Ange retreated inside the pit, and Drake slid back in while the flying fur-ball rapidly shrank. From a fifty-meter diameter fur-ball, it became a half-meter long round-faced, fat cat.
However, just as it fell into the pit, a beam of black lightning struck it––the Soul Tower, Point Kill!
The cat let out a piercing scream. Its body crashed into the pit, hit the wall, bounced, and kept bouncing down like a ball.
“Roar! Roar! Roar…tha…” The cat, which had collapsed into a ‘half’ shape on the ground, couldn’t get up for quite some time.
Serene struggled to lift it up, only to find its eyes spinning, totally dizzy.
“Run, run quickly, where to?” Negris shouted, finally looking at Shamara.
With Shamara’s Predictive Ability, they didn’t worry about getting lost or trapped in dead alleys when running to the underground tunnels.
Shamara quickly took the lead, vanishing into the distance.
But even if they didn’t run, they would probably be fine for a while. After all, a Four-Winged Angel possessing an Ascetic monk had been caught by Ange and others. Without gathering a power surpassing that of a Four-Winged Angel, the Church people wouldn’t dare to pursue.
After running an unknown distance, the cat in Serene’s arms finally moved. It weakly lifted its head and meowed weakly.