Looking at Siludi spinning and falling below, Ange scratched his head a little. He asked her for help because of her super spatial movement ability, but he forgot about her severe fear of heights.
If you have to fall like this every time you teleport, you might as well just fly slowly.
While thinking about it, he cast a pollination spell, rolled up a wind tornado, sucked Siludi up, and then held it with one hand.
"Huh - I'm scared to death." Siludi let out a long breath, and then said awkwardly: "It's embarrassing, can I refund half of the employment fee?"
Ange tilted his head and asked, "Fei, how do you practice?"
Probably because she was familiar with the little angel zombie, she actually understood Ange's words and explained with a smile: "When I was practicing before, a phantom pet cast illusion spells on me. No matter how high I flew, when I looked down, the ground would also appear. It’s not far from me, and now my mental power is high, so the illusion of the phantom pet is ineffective on me.”
"Illusion?" Ange thought for a moment, stretched out his hand and pressed his hat. The range of the scarecrow's hat suddenly expanded, including Siludi.
Siludi only felt her eyes blur, and solid ground appeared under her feet, as if right under her toes.
"Hey! Can the scarecrow hat still be used in this way?" Siludi said as she recalled her staff and stood on it. As long as she was not afraid of heights, she would be a powerful space mystic. .
She knew very well the efficacy of the scarecrow hat. After all, the function of this thing was too single. As long as the mental power was lower than the wearer's, it would be impossible to see through the hat's illusion.
Siludi looked at the lifelike ground and couldn't help but become curious: How high is your spiritual power?
Siludi is quite confident in her mental power. Although she is only a mystic mage, due to the special nature of the space system, she believes that her mental power is no weaker than that of an ordinary truth mage.
However, she couldn't see the flaw in the ground in front of her at all. Thinking of this, she rolled her eyes, closed her eyes slightly, pressed her hands on her eyelids, and then suddenly opened the Eye of True Seeing.
The Eye of True Sight can break through illusions and see through illusions. Unless the caster's mental power has a crushing advantage, it can break through it.
According to her experiments with Auben Rei, even the illusion cast by Ouben Rei, the thousand-year-old witch's god of truth, could not suppress her true seeing eyes.
But after she opened her eyes, she still saw the lifelike ground beneath her feet. She blinked her eyes, and it was still the ground. After rubbing it hard a few times, it was still the ground.
Could it be that the gap between me and Lord Ange is crushing...
Ange knocked her on the head and pointed doubtfully at the sinful angel in the distance: "Up."
"Oh oh oh." Siludi quickly cheered up, stepped forward with her toes, and tilted the staff forward - flashing.
When they reappeared, they had already entered the casting distance. Ange stared at a sinful angel and blasted out a row of holy light missiles.
Originally, the Holy Light does no harm to angels, but opposite them are the Angels of Sin, the only angels that can be harmed by the Holy Light. In addition to their ugly appearance, people more often call them gargoyles.
It's useless. Can it withstand Ange's twenty holy light missiles per second? In less than two or three seconds, the sin he was targeting was already smoking, burning with holy flames, spinning around and falling to the ground.
Ange quickly moved his gaze towards the second Angel of Sin. The Holy Light missiles that flew halfway would turn around and shoot towards a new target.
"Hiss—the eyes are locked again? Isn't this too easy?" Hiludi said.
Although it is not too difficult to lock eyes again, the skill and mental power required to turn an entire row of Holy Light Missiles is as easy as Ange's. It is incredible.
Siludi knew that Ange was very strong, but she didn't have a deep understanding of where he was because it was not her area of expertise and it was difficult to understand.
Okay, now I understand, in terms of elemental control, Ange is infinitely stronger.
Siludi didn't have to do anything, just step on the staff and rush forward. At first, those sinful angels tried to rush forward, hoping to get close and snipe Ange.
But after finally getting closer, although he still couldn't threaten Ange, for safety reasons, Ange still yelled: "You are guilty!"
The angel of sin was ignited into a torch and fell to the ground like a ball of fire.
If the original sin trial hadn't consumed too much faith energy, Ange could easily have killed all the sinful angels in front of him. There were still three thousand to come, so he had to save some money.
The Javelin Knights stopped in the distance. The priest who had shouted just now was trembling with tears.
"No, no, we did not abandon the light. It was these sinful angels who abandoned the light. All the world-destroying judgments are fake, fake! They are the ones who abandoned the light. Ascetic An, they are the light!"
The rest of the javelin knights seemed to have grasped a life-saving rope and shouted excitedly: "Ascetic Ann, it is the light! It is the light!"
On Ange's side, because the brains were all undead creatures, and Anthony and Silver Coin were not free, they easily ignored one thing - the collapse of belief.
Everyone knows the consequences of the destruction of farmland. Even if they didn't know it before, everyone has fully felt the famine this year.
Nowadays, the sinful angels are destroying fields wantonly, under the banner of world-ending judgment, and are blatantly trying to send all living things to death. What do those devout believers and devout priests think in their hearts?
Some people took a shower and burned incense and then set themselves on fire. Some people went crazy and jumped into the river. Some people chose to fight, and those like pastors chose to fight, so they chased after them.
Despite this, they were still very conflicted about taking action against what they believed in before. But now, the appearance of Ange gave them another thought: Could it be these stone ghosts who turned their backs on the light?
Yes, it must be like this, it is definitely like this, ascetic monk Andu thinks so, Master An must be right!
As if they had caught a lifeline, everyone's belief instantly strengthened.
The priest quickly took out his drawing board and drew the scene he saw. He happened to be an excellent magic painter. He usually didn't bother to collect black money. He made a lot of money after painting a few magic paintings:
"I want to spread Ange's deeds and tell more people that Ascetic An is the light!"
More than a dozen sinful angels died in Ange's hands. They couldn't even run away. Even the silver dragon, which was famous for its speed, couldn't escape Siludi's pursuit. No matter how fast it flew, it couldn't beat the Space Mystic. .
Ange was in a hurry, finished his work, and teleported away, leaving only a group of stunned javelin knights.
The priest's heart was surging and his inspiration was surging. His magic painting had taken shape. Ange, surging with holy light, stood in the air. Countless holy lights penetrated the heaven and earth like sharp arrows. A dozen ugly and ferocious sinful angels in the front row fled in confusion.
The entire magic painting is full of post-modern hyper-realism style, majestic and shocking.
Ange didn't know how much impact this magic painting would have on the devout believers of the church if it spread. Even if he knew about it, he wouldn't care. After killing several small batches of sinful angels, Ange ran into a A large army.
As many as 1,500 sinful angels are waiting, and there is also a vague consciousness under the shadow of a certain angel.
Ange fiercely pulled out the Ring of Scales, his eyes locked on that consciousness.
"God of Shadows?"
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