Even the Angels are Insane

After hearing the news, the expressions of the Great Elder of the Dark Association, Chief Elven Priest, and the rest of the group turned grim. A twelve-winged angel was not someone an ordinary Mid-level Deity can deal with, much less twelve of them! Faced with the battle formation formed by twelve-winged angels, the group would not have a chance of victory even if they attacked together. Their only hope was to rely on the God of Fire Raymond, who had abilities deep beyond comprehension.

"Sir Raymond, what do we do?" The Golden Lion Barker had a grave expression, his heart filled with unease.