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Chapter 159 Summoning Angels

Light and shadow overlap, creating countless illusions.

Countless phantoms, seemingly real yet beyond human imagination, kept appearing around that illusory figure.

It seemed to be infusing power into that pitch-black cocoon.

This caused the dark, illusory image of the silkworm cocoon to solidify continuously!

"Bang bang bang..."

At that moment, the eerie worms that were scattered throughout the streets and alleys of Harlem District, on the streets, on the houses, on the cars, on the trash cans, and even on the skeletons, seemed to be crushed by a mysterious force and turned into blood-red mysterious light spots.

Countless crimson points of light converged into torrents, rapidly converging towards the phantom in the sky.

at the same time.

Inside the mysterious phantom in the sky, a mysterious blood-red ritual suddenly appeared!

Amidst the flickering light and shadow.

The black cocoon hanging upside down from the top of the sewer appeared in the sky above Harlem District, accompanied by a flash of blood-red light.

It appeared at the center of the mysterious cocoon-like phantom in the sky!

The moment the true form of the pitch-black cocoon descended, a corrupt and almost distorted aura enveloped the entire Harlem district and spread further afield.

At this moment, a series of strange and massive pieces of information uncontrollably flowed into the minds of everyone who looked up and witnessed this scene.

And in that torrent of information filled with depravity and madness, there are often eerie whispers that sound like insect chirps.

It constantly pollutes everyone's reason and thinking, stirring up every neuron in their brains.

A vicious and terrifying form of mental pollution erupted instantly.

At that moment, countless people who stared directly at that phantom were horrified, and then descended into madness amidst distortion and contamination.

Those who witnessed this scene on television or through a broadcast fared slightly better.

However, after witnessing that scene, I suffered a severe mental shock, which caused intense physical discomfort, making me feel nauseous and dizzy.

but······

Within the Harlem district, those closest to the phantom were subjected to terrifying mental pollution.

Some of them frantically pounded their heads, trying to expel the terrifying information and pollution from their minds...

Some were directly overwhelmed by the corrupting information and delirious ramblings, their will crushed, turning them into drooling idiots...

Even more shockingly, some were completely overwhelmed by the terrifying aura emanating from the sky, their minds and wills shattered, and they knelt down from the bottom of their hearts, constantly worshipping the phantom in the sky, becoming its devotees…

And under the influence of that unknown ritual array.

The phantom in the sky kept shrinking, and finally seemed to be truly merging with the black cocoon inside.

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"Sorry, I don't want to face a being that has completely merged with all the essence of flesh and blood, death and despair on this battlefield, thus truly ascending to power!"

"So, let's leave it at that!"

Looking at the black cocoon in the sky, which, with the aura of the evil god, continuously absorbed the flesh and blood of living beings and integrated emotions such as death, despair, and fear into its body, transforming itself into some kind of inhuman, bizarre, and mysterious creature.

Standing on the rooftop, Erin reached out and summoned a sacred scepter as tall as himself—the Angel's Scepter—from his right arm!

After summoning the angel's scepter, Erin continuously infused the scepter in his hand with his own spirituality.

With constant stimulation from a powerful spiritual force.

A terrifying power that had been dormant deep within the angel's scepter was also awakened.

Circles of milky white ripples emanated from the angel's scepter in Erin's hand, spreading out in layers upon layers.

"call!"

As Erin finished speaking!

A dazzling, milky-white beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping Erin, and a large number of pure white feathers subsequently fell from the sky.

A faint hymn echoed in the sky, and the entire Harlem area seemed to be filled with sacred praise.

Even from a great distance, one could still feel the sacred aura emanating from that milky-white pillar of light.

At the same time, pure white feathers fell from the sky and landed all over the battlefield.

When those pure white feathers drifted down onto people suffering from mental pollution, a warmth emanating from the heart instantly purified their abnormalities, briefly isolating them from the terrifying pollution and allowing their bodies to relax.

Those scattered feathers have this effect.

Not to mention Erin, who was enveloped by the pillar of light.

Under the pure white pillar of light, strands of sacred light continuously repaired the various hidden dangers left by long-term malnutrition deep within Ailin's cells, replenishing Ailin's cellular energy.

In just a short while, Erin felt a warm, cozy feeling wash over him.

A sense of satisfaction and comfort emanating from the depths of his cells continuously stimulated Erin's soul.

"This feels really good! But, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss over just an entrance?"

Seeing the angel who hadn't even appeared yet, but had already made such a grand entrance, Erin's lips twitched slightly.

This entrance effect almost completely eliminated the possibility of Erin secretly summoning angels to launch a sneak attack in the future, leaving Erin feeling disappointed.

"I wonder if this entrance effect can be changed, otherwise..."

Just as Erin was lost in thought, a strand of golden hair slowly emerged from the pillar of light.

Beneath the golden hair, a face so beautiful it was almost flawless slowly emerged from the pillar of light, radiating a holy glow.

Beneath her fair, slender neck, she wore a set of silver-white, tight-fitting armor covered in mysterious patterns, her ample breasts seemingly about to burst out of the armor.

Behind her, six enormous, pure white wings fluttered in the wind, giving her an aura of unparalleled nobility, holiness, and inviolability.

With a ripple, the six-winged angel's tightly closed eyes opened.

At the same time, a pair of bright blue eyes also came into Erin's view.

But compared to her near-perfect face, her deep blue eyes were utterly empty, as if they had lost their soul.

Oh!

That's right, since she was refined into the angel's scepter, she had already lost her soul.

All that remains in this powerful body is her former strength and her almost instinctive, terrifying combat experience.

Under Erin's gaze, she flapped her three pairs of pure white angel wings and instantly landed beside Erin.

The next second, she folded her holy wings behind her back and knelt down on one knee, as if waiting for Erin's command.

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As the six-winged angel's wings closed, the strange phenomena that had arisen when Erin summoned the angels also dissipated.

but.

However, the scene of the holy and noble six-winged angel kneeling before Erin was captured by everyone.

In the Harlem district.

Countless people were shocked and shattered when they saw the angel that appeared.

An incredulous exclamation was heard.

"Angels! The legendary angels are actually real! Angels really do exist."

"Oh my God! I saw a living angel..."

Among the crowd, some Catholics and Protestants knelt directly in the direction of Erin, repeatedly making the sign of the cross on their chests, praying in that direction, and murmuring:

"God! Did you hear our prayers and send an angel to save us...?"

The holy pillar of light that descended from the sky, the pure white feathers that could heal the human body, and the resounding hymns that echoed through the heavens quickly confirmed the angel's identity to countless people.

at the same time.

The figure being worshipped by the six-winged angel has sparked countless speculations.

A Catholic priest murmured excitedly, "My God! Seraphim (six-winged angels) are the highest-ranking angels. Who in this world is worthy of a Seraphim kneeling before them? Could that figure be...?"

In an instant.

Countless guesses flashed through his mind in an instant.

Not just on the battlefield.

Even those who witnessed this scene through the live stream were in an uproar, with various prayers, disbelief, and speculations about the identity of the figure in front of the angel filling the internet.

Fortunately, the great distance and the white light that enveloped Erin when the angel descended made it impossible for them to see Erin's face clearly.

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On the battlefield.

At this moment, Erin had no time to pay attention to the speculations of ordinary people.

He pointed to the black cocoon in mid-air that, as if stimulated after the angel appeared, was rapidly absorbing the crimson light, and commanded the angel behind him, "Kill it!"

The six-winged angel behind Erin did not respond to Erin.

But then, with a thought from Erin, it all began.

The six-winged angel, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly spread his enormous wings.

With a gentle flutter of her three pairs of pure white wings, she vanished from Erin's sight in an instant.

next second.

The six-winged angel appeared in the sky almost instantly, and after another flash, she teleported to the side of that strange, huge phantom.

With a swift movement, she pulled a dazzling holy sword radiating golden light from the void and slashed it fiercely at the enormous, dark cocoon-like phantom.

Clang!

A massive sword light, hundreds of meters long, burst forth from the golden holy sword, instantly cleaving through the illusory image of the pitch-black cocoon.

It landed in the very center of the phantom, inside the cocoon-like entity enveloped by countless blood-red light spots and black despair and resentment.

"when!"

The milky-white sword light struck the pitch-black cocoon, unleashing a deafening metallic clang.

"Click, click..."

The enormous sword light in the six-winged angel's hand, though it did not shatter the pitch-black cocoon, did leave several fine cracks on its surface.

of course.

These cracks did not cause any actual damage to the figure inside the cocoon that was still developing and undergoing metamorphosis.

but.

This strike.

However, it also slashed the dark cocoon away violently.

And incidentally, he also shattered a corner of the ritual implements that shone with a mysterious luster when the silkworm cocoons were laid.

Accompanied by the breaking of rituals.

The crimson light spots drawn by the ritual, as well as the emotions of death, resentment, and despair scattered across the battlefield, vanished instantly.

Even the enormous phantom that had been looming over Harlem dissipated.

Even the indescribable aura of terror dissipated.

From beginning to end.

The six-winged angel's sword was never aimed at that mysterious cocoon that exuded a dangerous aura.

Rather, it is a ritual array that provides the resources for the transformation of that mysterious cocoon.

Breaking this ritual array is equivalent to interrupting the source of power for the transformation of the figure within the cocoon.

This fundamentally interrupted his transformation.

Even if the other party pays the price and forcibly completes this transformation, various problems will arise due to "underdevelopment".

Do not!

To be precise, a six-winged angel with the original body's complete combat experience would not give the opponent a chance to complete the transformation.

Almost instantly.

The six-winged angel vanished from its spot once more and instantly reappeared above the black cocoon.

Holding the sword in both hands, she brandished the dazzling golden holy sword and precisely brought it down towards the crack she had previously cleaved.

This time.

The pitch-black cocoon did not remain dormant.

Countless black threads shot out from the pitch-black cocoon, instantly engulfing the holy figure in mid-air.

Just as countless people were becoming anxious after witnessing this scene.

A holy, milky-white flame suddenly burst forth from the dense black threads, quickly incinerating those threads, which were even tougher than refined steel, into swords.

However, when the six-winged angel broke free from the black threads...

The dark cocoon beneath her sword also vanished.

"Top right corner, 60 degrees!"

Just then, Erin, who had already figured out how to control the six-winged angel he had summoned, transmitted a message to the six-winged angel's brain through the angel's scepter.

After receiving the message.

The six-winged angel reacted instantly.

She swung the golden, gleaming holy sword with all her might, spinning it 220 degrees before slashing upwards towards her upper right rear corner.

Almost at the same time as the six-winged angel unleashed a spinning slash, two spider legs filled with despair, seemingly entwined with countless vengeful spirits, stabbed fiercely towards the six-winged angel's back from the upper right corner behind her.

next second.

The golden holy sword collided with the jet-black foot in mid-air.

"bite".

Accompanied by a clang!

The shockwave from the collision of the two terrifying forces created a hurricane that swept out in all directions.

(End of this chapter)