I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

The six-winged angel hovered in mid-air, like a star that had fallen to earth.

The fused entity took a step towards him, its over twenty-meter-tall body causing the entire street to tremble.

The right arm, formed from the twisting of dozens of torsos, had regenerated and was now thicker than before it was severed. Its surface was covered with dense teeth and eyeballs, all of which were turned toward Elijah at the same time.

A fleshy arm swung over.

The speed was not slow, and with the wind pressure, an SUV on the roadside was blown away by the blast wave, flipped three times in the air, and crashed into a second-floor window.

Elijah moved.

All six wings swept backward simultaneously, while his body lunged forward, leaving a golden afterimage in the air. He didn't dodge the arm; instead, he met it head-on.

In the instant they crossed paths, the six wing blades simultaneously unfolded and then closed.

The arm was severed at the shoulder joint. This time it wasn't a single arm, but seven pieces. Before each piece could even bleed in the air, the cut surface was already charred and blackened. The regenerated tissue was burned to death by the high temperature as soon as it started to emerge.

From the moment the move was made to the moment it was finished, it took 0.4 seconds.

Before the howl from the fused entity could reach the end of the street, its second arm was gone.

Elijah did not pause, his six wings cutting in turn, each sweep across the fused body's torso taking away a large piece of remains.

His speed was so fast that the fusion body's regeneration system couldn't keep up at all. Just as new granulation tissue was sprouting from the wound, the next cut had already sliced ​​off the wound along with the surrounding three meters of tissue.

Attack power overwhelms regeneration speed.

What was once an impossible equation has now become a one-sided slaughter.

The fused entity is shrinking.

It was shrinking every second. Twenty meters became fifteen meters, fifteen meters became ten meters, and the "head" composed of hundreds of faces was disintegrating. The infected people who had been incorporated into it were like being peeled out of cement, falling off piece by piece.

Elijah flew directly overhead, his six wings fully spread, their wingspan covering the entire crossroads.

Then gather them together.

The six blades simultaneously cut into the core area of ​​the fusion body from six directions, with all the blade tips converging at the center point.

Like a flower closing up in an instant.

The fusion exploded from the inside.

Minced flesh, black blood, bone fragments, and bodily fluids exploded like a dirty bomb in the middle of the street, covering an area of ​​fifty meters in radius. The road surface, walls, and car roofs were covered with inactive tissues.

The dungeon boss is dead.

Corbyn watched the whole thing from the rooftop of a building two blocks away.

He deliberately increased the observation distance, not because of the danger of combat, but because Morrison told him to "stay away," and he did so. Now he regrets it a little.

She regretted that she had just harbored even the slightest, inappropriate suspicion towards an angel who was desperately protecting humanity.

The clergy were covered in the blood of the infected, the angels cleansed them out, and then used the power they gained to kill the amalgamation. Where did things go wrong?

No, every step is reasonable.

I think too much.

"Don't think about things like this too much in the future," Morrison said from the side.

Just as Corbyn was about to answer, another voice entered the air.

It was very fine and dense, like a downpour hitting a sheet of metal, but with a higher frequency and sharper intensity.

insect.

Before Corbin could turn his head, he caught a glimpse of a black line shooting from the shadows behind him. It wasn't a single insect, but dozens of insects arranged in a bullet shape, hurtling towards the back of his head at incredible speed.

They're too close!

Corbyn and Morrison were completely caught off guard!

Corbyn could feel the hairs on the back of his head standing on end.

Then a golden light pierced through.

They are wings.

Two wings unfolded from above his head, the wing surface blocking him from the insect bullet. The moment the insect collided with the wings, it shattered into liquid like sand hitting a steel plate, splashing all over the wing surface.

Elijah stood behind the two, retracted his wings, and looked up in the direction from which the insect projectiles had come.

With all six wings spread open, his body launched out, and he flew to the roof of the building in three seconds.

empty.

Only a small pile of dead insect corpses remained, scattered in a corner of the rooftop. A few were still twitching, their leg joints retracting, showing no signs of any manipulator.

Yorn's consciousness has been withdrawn.

Elijah stood on the rooftop, scanned the area, and after confirming there were no living creatures, flew back.

It landed in front of Morrison and Corbyn, its six wings slowly folding back.

"Are you alright?" Elijah asked gently, his tone concerned.

Corbin stared at the angel who had just saved his life and remained silent for five seconds.

Then he took off his protective mask, revealing his sweat-drenched face, and bowed to Elijah.

"Feel sorry."

Elijah tilted his head: "Why apologize?"

Corbin paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words: "Before... before, I had some misunderstandings about your handling of those infected clergy members. It was my fault; I wasn't professional enough and shouldn't have judged your decisions with an outsider's perspective."

Elijah laughed.

That smile was clean and open, without a trace of being offended.

"You don't need to apologize. Doubt is human nature. Being able to doubt means you're still thinking," Elijah comforted him.

Corbyn's Adam's apple bobbed.

He felt as if his conscience was being sawed back and forth with a dull knife.

While others were killing monsters on the front lines, he was just idly pondering things in the back. Someone saved his life, and he still owes them an apology.

From this day forward, if anyone dares to say in his presence that Elijah is not an angel, Corbyn will be the first to object.

Elijah patted Corbin on the shoulder, turned and left, his six wings unfurling, and the golden light shone once more.

Corbyn watched the light disappear at the edge of the complex, towards the church.

"I could never reach that level in my lifetime," Corbyn said softly.

Morrison remained silent.

He simply looked in the direction where the angel had disappeared, fastened his protective mask again, and tightened the seal on his collar.

......

An abandoned apartment building three kilometers away.

Yorn sat in the chair, his eyes closed, his consciousness scattered across the remaining Zerg network.

The fusion entity is gone, as expected.

That stuff is a consumable product. Give him time to develop the virus and find another patient zero, and he can launch another big attack.

However, he was thinking more about that angel now.

"How come this thing keeps getting stronger?"

Four wings become six wings.

What happened in between?

Yorn recalled the images the insects had sent back from his memory, going through them frame by frame.

An angel descended, stood before the clergy, and began killing people. After he finished, new wings grew.

So what are the conditions for him to become stronger? Killing?

With his abilities, he could just go to the residential area and be done with it, then he would be invincible. Why would he need to go after those clergy?

What? You can only become stronger by killing clergy?

What kind of angel is this?

"Sigh~"

Yorn felt that his guess was probably close to the mark, but there should be some differences in the details.

"We might as well just take a look and we'll know. I remember the angel flew towards the church, and I think I left some bugs there too."

church.

A group of cardinals, archbishops, and senior clergy from various dioceses are now gathered there.

Jorn found an insect in a crack in the church's outer wall, adjusted his angle, and aimed his view at the church's main entrance.

The image has stabilized.

He wanted to see what would happen next.