Elena's magic of faith!

"It's really a winged man who can shine!"

The old patriarch muttered to himself.

Like all the other gray dwarves, he raised his head and looked up at the group of angels gathered above the tribe, with a dull expression on his face.

He had to admit that these 'winged men' were indeed beautiful.

Even from the aesthetic point of view of the grayland dwarves, it is the same.

Most importantly, when his eyes fell on these 'wing men', he even had the idea of being ashamed and despising himself.

He inexplicably wanted to kneel down on the ground.

Tell all the mistakes you made in the past.

For self-salvation!

"Damn it, this is sorcery!"

The old patriarch shook his head vigorously to keep himself awake, and said angrily: "Sure enough, these creatures from other worlds have the power to confuse people's hearts!"

"No matter how beautiful their appearance is, it's just appearance!"

"In essence, they are extremely evil creatures, like devils that haunt the night!"

Seeing that the other clansmen were also beginning to lose their eyes and tend to be bewitched, the old patriarch immediately roared, awakening the surrounding gray dwarves in an instant.

"What happened to me just now?"

"I seem to see the queen of the goddess, and I want to worship uncontrollably!"

"me too!"

The surrounding Grayland dwarves talked a lot.

There was shock, and there was terror.

The old patriarch said with a gloomy expression: "This is an extremely evil bewitching power, which will make us fall into it, unable to extricate ourselves. But as long as we remain awake and determined, these evil creatures will not be able to bewitch us!"

"Understood, Lord Patriarch!"

A high-ranking member of the tribe quickly said: "These luminous winged men don't seem to be of high level. Generally, they are at level five, and a few are at level six. The two wing men with the highest levels are only at level eight."

"Master Patriarch, I feel that we have hope of victory!"

Among their tribe, there are three grayland dwarves who have reached level eight.

The old patriarch is a professional in the late ninth level.

He believed that under the leadership of the old patriarch, their tribe would be able to defeat this wingman army.

"You are right, victory is just around the corner!"

The old patriarch also felt that he could do it.

However, he still instructed: "But don't be careless! This group of creatures from other worlds must have some skills to capture the goblin tribe."

"Flying is one of their strengths!"

"Hurry up and gather all the tribe's spears and arrows, and distribute them to professionals above level five in the tribe. Use long-range attacks to shoot them down from the sky."

His level has reached the late ninth level.

If you go one step further, you will be able to set foot on the king level.

But even then, he couldn't fly.

Because generally speaking, professionals can only fly after they step into the extraordinary realm. (Elementalists who master flying magic are not included)

On the battlefield of low-end games, having the ability to fly can take a huge advantage.

However, the old patriarch did not panic.

He quickly thought of a countermeasure.

"Okay, Lord Patriarch!"

Hearing the words, the tribe's senior officials hurried down to do so.

...

above the cave.

The number of angels gathered together has reached more than three hundred and fifty.

This is because the three four-winged angels, Angelia, Mela, and Beth, rushed over with their angel teams.

Gathered here are seven full-scale angel teams.

Plus Yiyeta, Sally, Wei Na and others.

The total number of angels is nearly three hundred and seventy.

Looking around, the 100-meter-high altitude of the cave is full of densely packed beautiful angels, and the long swords burning with the holy flames of angels completely illuminate the area.

Such a scene is beautiful and shocking.

Not to mention the Grayland dwarves below, even those professionals on the island would be stunned when they saw this scene.

"A group of low-level intelligent creatures!"

"If our Lord does not need believers, these creatures are only worthy of being purified by the Holy Flame!"

At this time, Angelia suddenly spoke.

His voice was cold and his expression was indifferent.

She stood at the forefront of the Angel Legion.

Behind them are four-winged angels including Elena, Mirida, Marty and so on.

Then, she looked at the four-winged archangel Elena behind her, and said, "Eileen, before the battle begins, use your divine magic of faith to cleanse the souls of these humble creatures."

"OK!"

Elena lowered her head slightly.

Immediately, she flew towards the grayland dwarf tribe below.

"Let's go too!"

"End this battle as soon as possible!"

Following Angelia's words, hundreds of angels immediately flapped the snow-white angel wings on their backs, rushing towards the grayland dwarf tribe like a holy torrent.

...

"Are these evil creatures finally unbearable?"

The old patriarch of the grayland dwarf tribe looked up at the four-winged archangel Elena who flew straight towards him.

In his left and right hands, he held a spear made of refined iron.

There are four under the feet.

On his back was a long sword.

He is a professional swordsman at the end of the ninth level. He is so powerful that he can call himself a great swordsman.

"Twenty meters closer, and I will shoot you down with a spear!"

The old patriarch stared at Elena, who was flying towards the tribe quickly, while estimating the distance of 'kill with one spear'.

At the same time, he said to the tribal powerhouses around him: "Get ready, wait for the enemy's large army to approach, and then attack together. Be sure to inflict heavy losses on the enemy in the first round!"

"Obey, Lord Patriarch!"

A group of strong tribesmen nodded one after another, saying that they were mentally prepared to win.

On the other side, the sky outside the tribe...

The four-winged archangel Elena also paid attention to the old patriarch and a group of strong gray dwarves.

He even saw the old patriarch slowly raising the steel spear in his hand.

That was obviously the weapon used against her.

However, she has no fear.

In the blink of an eye, they came to the sky above the tribe, less than a hundred meters away from the gathered Grayland Dwarf Legion.

Swish! !

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Two fine steel spears flew towards her one after the other.

The speed is as fast as lightning.

With the naked eyes of ordinary people, they can't even see the flight path of the spear clearly.

However, this is not a difficult task for the four-winged archangel Elena.

She flapped the angel wings on her back, and instantly turned into a white light and disappeared in place.

Two fine steel spears followed closely behind, piercing through her afterimage and flying into the distance.

As for Elena's body, it had already appeared tens of meters away.

The old patriarch was a late-level ninth-level powerhouse, his attack was enough to instantly kill a seventh-level professional, but he was easily neutralized by the four-winged archangel Elena.

Angel, masters the speed of the world.

It is difficult for ordinary long-range attacks to cause damage to angels.

If it were the same late seventh-level giant dragon unit as Eileen, there is a high probability that one of these two fine steel spears will be inserted into the head and the other will pierce the abdomen.

"Humble heresy!"

Elena walked through the air, looked down at the astonished old patriarch, and said, "Attacking the saints of our lord, this will make your soul unable to be redeemed!"

The old patriarch took a deep breath and said mockingly: "The belief in evil gods can only make the soul corrupt and the body rot!"

"Heretical, always ignorant and fearless!"

Eileen raised the white jade staff in her hand, and waved it lightly.

Immediately, the top of the staff bloomed with holy brilliance.

At the same time, a soft voice floated from Elena's mouth.

"Lord of the Holy Light, redeem the world."

"People in the world should believe in the Lord and worship the Lord..."

"The supreme holy lord, created the light, and drove away the darkness forever...the holy lord is fraternal and selfless...the world should pray to the lord, pray for the blessing of the lord..."

Accompanied by Elena's whispers, endless rain of light slowly condensed from the void.

After a while, light rain poured down the cave.

The magic of holiness and light filled the heaven and earth.

In the dark, there seemed to be countless souls praying. It was the prayers of believers...

——Faith of the Four-Winged Archangel!