The little zombie digging beast launched with all its strength, and a circle of pits was dug. Everyone hid in the pits and watched Ange's magic turret spraying the angels who rushed out of the light beam to death one by one.
As the spray continued, the wind picked up, and everyone had to retract their heads, and then poke their heads out to take a look every few minutes.
Only Ange was holding the sapling on his head, standing in the pit with his upper body exposed, and the restful wind blew by, directly bypassing him.
The young saplings waved their true leaves and sent out a passionate message: use force—huh—hard—huh—.
After the wind of rest blew, Ange didn't have to do anything. The angel who rushed out of the light pillar blew the wind of rest a few times, and immediately raised his body of holy light and stopped in place to resist the wind.
The wind got stronger and stronger, and the holy light on them became stronger and stronger. In the end, they simply stuck their swords upside down and knelt down on one knee to resist.
The same goes for the ones at the back. When one comes out, it stops there, and when the other one comes out, it stops there, like a lit magic light bulb.
Nigris and Anthony were the ones who looked around the most diligently. Every few minutes, they looked around and saw a few more light groups. When they looked out, there were a few more light groups. An hour later, there were already dense clusters around the light column. Light group.
From this moment on, some light groups gradually extinguished, and Anthony, who had experience, did not think that they were digging holes to hide.
"I now know how the idiot I sent died last time. He carried it to death. It was a 1.7-meter-three-level angel. If you carry it longer, these 1.9-meter-level first-level angels will die." He was so weak that he could only carry it for less than an hour." Anthony said sadly, shaking his head.
"Are you talking about the time I met two Black Warriors? Well, I saw it. That day we rode by and saw a skeleton kneeling there with two Black Warriors standing behind it. I thought the Black Warriors beat up the angel. Yes, who knows?"
"Do you call that horse riding? You call that cruelty." Anthony curled his lips and said, he had never seen a 'horse' ride four people, including a dragon.
"By the way, why does the higher the angel's height, the lower the level?" Nigris asked.
"Density. Newly born angels are all of the first level. They are almost the same height. As their bodies shrink, the power they can withstand increases, and their levels get higher and higher."
After a pause, Anthony added: "The one next to Master Ange was probably fifth level and four wings or above during his lifetime."
"Ah? Really? But the holy skeleton we dug up in the Purple Skeleton Plane was only as high as it was. It was the plane where Locke's hand bones were dug. Didn't you say that there was a six-winged archangel and Locke? Did they die together? It's probably the one we dug up, but it's only as tall as it was." As soon as Nigris finished speaking, he noticed that Anthony's expression changed.
"I'll give you the coordinates. How did you get there? Why didn't you tell me when you dug up the holy bones?" Anthony glanced at him sideways.
"Haha, um, haha, um, the weather is so nice." Nigris said haha amidst the whistling of the restful wind.
Anthony snorted and didn't bother to get angry with it. We should be wary of each other. Who wouldn't? After all, we haven't seen each other for more than a thousand years and our interests are different. Didn't Anthony have any backup plan? Didn't the two black warriors under him not follow him?
If Nigris had no intention of being wary of him, Anthony would just think it was stupid.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Do you think the gods of light are still alive?" Anthony asked.
When the light beam first fell, Anthony thought that the gods of light were still alive, but now it seems that as long as one of the gods of light can breathe, these holy angels will not be so stupid.
"Definitely gone. These angels are all just instinctive now, not as smart as Ange."
Without the example of the king, it would be difficult for Nigris to accept the hypothesis that the gods of light have disappeared. But if the kings have disappeared, what can't the gods of light not disappear? Compared with the king, the gods of light are nothing.
At this moment, Ange, who had been leaning half of his body out, suddenly burst out with a steady stream of magic power fluctuations. Fireballs appeared one after another and sprayed out continuously, pulling out a line of fire in the roar of the wind of rest.
After the wind of rest became violent, Ange stopped. The angels were busy resisting the wind of rest and were unable to move. Now Ange moved again. Could something have happened?
Everyone hurriedly poked their heads out to take a look. From the outside, it looked like a bunch of gophers had emerged from the ground.
I saw a bunch of light groups around the light pillar, the largest of which was rushing forward against the howling wind of rest, and Ange's fireball hit it.
In the wind of rest, not only is the perception restricted and the power weakened, but one also has to bear the erosion of the wind of rest anytime and anywhere.
The Holy Light has additional damage to undead creatures, and the Wind of Rest also has additional damage to the Holy Spirit. It was hit by a series of fireballs from Ange. The Holy Light on his body was quickly weakened, and soon stopped, and then he was killed by force. The holy light exploded into a fireball.
However, the Stairway to Heaven was still sending the Holy Spirit, and another larger group of light and shadow fell to the ground, carrying the wind of rest and rushing over.
A series of fireballs hit it, and this ball of light and shadow could still carry the fireballs forward. It was obviously much stronger than the Holy Spirits in front.
Ange's eyes flashed with fire, and the fist-sized fireball suddenly shrank into a ping-pong ball-sized fireball that was more solid and brighter. The casting frequency decreased, but the speed of the fireball suddenly increased greatly.
When such a fireball hits the target, it will not only scatter, but also explode. In a series of "bang bang bang bang..." explosions, the light and shadow rushing towards it are blasted back again and again.
"Okay, the fireball has been upgraded." Nigris said as if he had expected it.
"The level four explosive fireball is wrong. It's a bit weak in power, and the magic response isn't quite right." Anthony was surprised.
Nigris curled his lips: "Because this is not a fourth-level explosive fireball, but a second-level explosive fireball."
"Are you kidding me? There is no level 2 explosive fireball. Isn't the level 4 explosive fireball?" Anthony questioned.
"You'll learn it after you cast thousands of first-level magic spells in one go." Nigris spread his hands and said helplessly.
Ange's Burning Wasteland Technique is actually the weakest, so the fire-based Fireball Technique is also the weakest. His most proficient skills are Rain Technique and Purification Technique.
For these three kinds of magic, he can use the first-level magic to cast the second-level magic through the cache of Locke's Hand, but achieve the fourth-level effect.
As the fireball proficiency increases, the same effect can be achieved.
Anthony opened his mouth to refute, but found that there was no way to refute. After all, Ange's example was right in front of him, and he had never seen a magician who had cast first-level magic thousands of times.
The light and shadow were suddenly blasted into flames by Ange and fell to the ground. However, a larger group of light and shadow had already landed on the ground. It rushed out of the light beam and spread its wings. Ange only felt that the whole world was bright.
A beam of light shot straight towards Ange - the true holy light shined!
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