Moe Girl Guardians

Upon seeing this, the young man made a firm decision, revealing a pained expression. Hundreds of black water droplets appeared beside him and flew towards the remaining people.

These were the little trinkets he usually made as rewards, but they had taken a lot of effort to make, and the fact that they had been wasted hundreds of dollars was enough to make him wince.

Normally, he wouldn't bother with the lives of his subordinates; he could simply recruit new ones. The world is short of everything, except people. Even in the most remote corner of the world, you could find hundreds of millions or billions of people, and the number keeps growing.

But this time is different. The usually useless proxy is especially important. Judging from the other party's reaction, we will definitely not have time to destroy the world and obtain the world's origin ourselves. We will have to rely on the proxy or subordinates.

Therefore, they cannot die; even if it means suffering severe bleeding, they must be preserved. Given the requirement to conserve divine power, the only option is to utilize the items they have accumulated over time.

Seeing the water droplets flying towards them, the youth's subordinates all showed expressions of surprise and delight. The water droplets fell into the subordinates' shadows, as if entering flames, instantly causing the shadows to boil and distort in a strange way. Finally, before the artillery barrage arrived, they transformed into three-dimensional shadow creatures that stood in front of them.

The artillery fire struck the ruby-like fiery shield, creating ripples. Subsequent bombardments only increased the number of ripples, without any sign of breaking it down.

The shadow creatures formed a human wall in front of their master, allowing all the artillery fire to hit the shadows and protect the master behind them.

"Let's go!" The young man said to the other two with a pained expression. They could just stay where they were and go home.

Honglian and Lieyan nodded in agreement. If things continued like this, their divine power would soon be depleted.

Protected by the shadow creatures and the Flame Gem shield, they quickly advanced towards Abantheim. These fortress-like creatures were not so threatening once they got close.

But when they had advanced about two-thirds of the way, the second round of shelling was ready. After a dazzling flash, countless shells came again, and after locking onto the target, the shelling was almost twice as many as the last time.

The three men's expressions changed again, and the young man's face even turned noticeably pale. This was simply outrageous!

Their previous defensive arrangements were all based on offensive strategies. Their divine power had already been largely depleted, and its recovery was not yet complete, so they were trying to conserve it as much as possible.

The attacks are twice as intense, it's clear we can't withstand that!

Countless cannon fire struck the ruby-like flame shield, creating ripples that appeared continuously. In the blink of an eye, the shield was covered in ripples, and cracks began to spread across it.

On the other side, shadows were gradually destroyed by the shelling. The young man used the tools he created to materialize the shadows, turning them into servants who would eventually become his servants. However, these servants would disappear once they had suffered a certain level of damage.

Honglian and Lieyan exchanged a bitter smile. At this point, it was impossible to give up. If they could, they would truly regret taking on this mission.

Flames flowed continuously into the flame shield, instantly erasing the cracks and once again blocking the countless cannon fire attacks.

The divine power within both of them also dropped to less than half.

The young man now wanted to abandon the group behind him. Although his divine power was more than that of Honglian and Lieyan combined, and they only had 50% left while he had only used 20%, he was facing the strongest enemy. However, the actions of the siblings forced him to join them in the defense.

The shadow beneath the youth's feet instantly expanded countless times, like a giant black cloth, enveloping nearly five hundred people behind him and protecting them from all the artillery fire.

After two rounds of shelling, they finally arrived in front of Abantheim, where they were greeted by a group of beautiful Skywing girls whose fighting spirit was at its peak.

As a warrior race, having suppressed their fighting instincts for six thousand years, if Azriel had used the false mission of searching for the unknown to take away the right to commit suicide from all the Skywing girls, probably more than 90% of the Skywings would have committed suicide long ago.

Now that they can finally unleash their full power, their long-buried fighting spirit is revealed, and they are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the enemy.

Teams of thirty, led by a member of the Eighteen-Winged Council, consisted of 186 Skywing Girls who, bursting with boundless fighting spirit, flew in orderly formation above Abangteheim.

"Tetu, those three are your responsibility. I don't want them to suffer any losses." Wu Feng frowned as he looked at the intruders. Three of them were particularly powerful. If it weren't for Abantheim's protection, their auras would have made him tremble.

"Well, don't worry~ I'll take care of the three leaders." (To be continued...)

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Chapter 327 Teammates? Maybe we should just sell them off.

"Sisters, fight to your heart's content! Show our strength before our new lord and annihilate any enemy that dares to invade!" The silver-haired girl standing in front of all the Skywing girls shouted with fervent excitement in her azure eyes.

Among the Skywings, she is second only to Azriel and Jibril in strength, and is also the most passionate and dedicated to battle among all the Skywing girls.

The appearance of Youfeng gave her hope to fight again, and her affection for Youfeng was second only to Jibril.

"How many years has it been since we last fought? Thank you so much for giving us the opportunity to fight, but as long as you are enemies of my lord..." A silver, sharp greatsword appeared in the girl's hand, pointing at the invading invaders. Few of the Skywing race used weapons, and she was one of them.

“There is no possibility of being forgiven!” Jibril retorted, her fighting spirit soaring.

"Let's see who kills more." Jibril exchanged a glance with the silver-haired girl and revealed a bloodthirsty smile. If her senior didn't participate in the battle, only she could rival her.

"Okay, I won't lose."

A gust of air surged up, and the two vanished from their spot in an instant, leaving two white streaks as they rushed toward the invaders. The remaining Skywing girls also flapped their wings and followed closely behind with excitement.

"A very impressive fighting spirit." This fighting spirit, suppressed for six thousand years, surprised both Blazing Flame and Crimson Lotus. "A race born for battle."

"But they must die," the young man said grimly. Although his fighting spirit was good, only a few of them could threaten them. Eliminating them would greatly help his subordinates' upcoming invasion.

The black, shadowy creature on his body twitched briefly, then stopped abruptly. The young man cautiously looked above the Skywing creature. Just moments ago, a power powerful enough to threaten him had surged from there.

"Welcome to my world." Tetu's figure suddenly appeared in front of the young man without warning, causing his pupils to shrink. Tetu pointed at him with a smile, and a layer of countless hexagonal energy barriers restrained him within.

Even a young person needs some time to break free from the pent-up constraints. The gods of the Shadow faction are not best at attacking, but at concealment and escape.

"Let's have some fun playing games!" After turning to Lieyan and Honglian with a smile, she dragged the young man directly towards the fiery crimson moon next to the main star.

The God of Games. In some aspects, he may be one of the strongest divine beings, but his combat power is definitely the weakest... Becoming the sole god, with a special world will and the world's bonus, might allow him to suppress the young man, but to completely defeat him, he will need helpers.

Since you want to stand by and watch, I'll drag you all into this. No matter how much they dislike Tet, they won't help outsiders deal with him.

Honglian looked with a conflicted expression at the Crimson Moon towards which the young man was being dragged; the will emanating from it was at least divine. If they got involved, they might be able to rescue the young man, but they might also get trapped.

Then Honglian became indifferent again. Anyway, they weren't the ones who got caught up in it. She might even be betrayed by the young man if she went to help, which was quite possible based on her understanding of him.

This is absolutely not betraying a teammate, but rather trust in the teammate—yes, trust that the young man could escape alive.

"Brother, what should we do next?" Honglian asked Lieyan, pointing to the various winged girls flying towards them. Races born for battle are definitely the best candidates for subordinates. If possible, Honglian still wanted to try to subdue them.

"The chances are slim, and our adversaries are coming too." Races born for battle are often the hardest to subdue, and behind them, two unknown creatures, one light and one dark, are rapidly approaching them.

"Sister, let's prepare to retreat. We've completely fallen into someone else's trap." The artillery barrage that just started, the attack on the young man, and the approaching black and white unknown creatures—all of this indicated that this was a premeditated battle.

Even Blaze felt that the world barrier itself was part of the trap, but it was too late to say anything now.

The two transformed into flames, igniting a scorching heat, and flew away from the celestial body. Having already set a precedent with the young man, they didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

The black and white light paused briefly after the crimson lotus flames turned, then continued its pursuit. The brief pause allowed Youfeng to see the true forms of the two creatures.

Shaped like a white horse, its fur radiates a holy light, with spiraling white horns growing from its forehead, and white wings on its robust body, which seem to drop energy-infused feathers with each flap.

The black ray was almost the same size as the white ray, but it looked more agile under its black fur. Its four hooves and head were engulfed in flames, and it had no wings.

The second sequence of sixteen races includes fantasy species such as unicorns and nightmare beasts.

"Isn't Azriel coming along?" Sitting on a clapper in Abandheim, Wu Feng turned to Azriel, who was floating nearby, suppressing her fighting spirit, and said. In terms of combat, Azriel was probably the one who craved it the most.

Wu Feng himself wanted to go up and participate, but with the unanimous rejection from Blank and the Skywing Girl, he could only sit here obediently and wait for the result.

With only Skywing Girls on the battlefield, Wu Feng was too conspicuous and had a certain chance of becoming the target of the enemy's concentrated fire. For safety reasons, he was refused to participate in the battle.

Although getting involved in the current battle level wouldn't be of much use... the clash between the peak of the Madman realm is enough to tear apart the [Netherworld Jade Tower], not to mention there are several Quasi-God level beings. With the power of death not yet recovered, he can only bully enemies around the lower level of the Madman realm.

"No, meow~" Azriel shook her head with difficulty, indicating that she would not go back to participate in the battle.

Although she desperately wanted to fight alongside them, she had an even more important mission: to protect Youfeng's safety. The new master was her Achilles' heel, and she absolutely could not allow any problems to arise regarding his safety.

She had some understanding of Youfeng's strength, but not a complete one. She was certain of one thing: if she participated in the battle before her, there was a real possibility of her dying, which was something Azriel could not tolerate.

As the first Skywing, and the strongest among all Skywing girls, she naturally took on this task: protecting Youfeng's safety.

After she finished speaking, Wu Feng understood what Azriel meant. He could tell from the direction she was floating that she was subtly protecting him.

"No problem, with Abantheim there, even if we can't win, we can always escape inside."

"..." After considering it, Azriel shook her head. She couldn't afford to let anything compromise safety. (To be continued...)

Chapter 328 The Sudden Appearance of a Quasi-God

Although the three had nearly a thousand subordinates, more than six times the number of the Skywing Girls, their strengths were mixed and they had never cooperated with each other except for a few. However, the result of their contact was beyond their expectations.

A powerful energy surge emanated from the point of impact, with flames, ice, and hurricanes erupting within the formation of the Skywing girl.

In just one collision, more than a dozen Skywing girls appeared behind Wu Feng. A few of them used their spatial teleportation ability in time and only suffered minor injuries, such as scorch marks and frostbite on different parts of their bodies. They were able to recover their combat power in a short time. However, five of them failed to use spatial teleportation in time and suffered serious injuries. One of them almost had her wings broken off.

Without the ability to teleport, they would likely perish.

To say that after six thousand years, the Skywing race girls have forgotten the feeling of fighting is something Wu Feng would never believe, even if he were beaten to death. Because in a single collision, the losses on the other side far exceeded those on his side, exceeding a hundred people, who either lost their fighting ability or died directly, leaving behind several pieces of trash equipment in mid-air.

There is only one possibility left.

"Be careful, there's a quasi-god level expert among them!" Wu Feng shouted anxiously, but even without his warning, the remaining Skywing girls had already locked their attention on the eight people in the crowd.

At the moment of collision, eight seemingly weak figures suddenly unleashed astonishing power, targeting the strongest members of the Skywing race and launching a surprise attack.

If a quasi-god level cultivator wants to conceal their strength and uses certain items, even someone of the same level would find it difficult to detect them immediately. The sudden burst of power left the Skywing girls at a disadvantage.

But after all, they were born for battle. The targeted Skywing girls were all members of the Eighteen-Winged Council. Their strength was either at or near the quasi-god level, and they all managed to activate spatial teleportation at the last moment.

The seriously injured were all caught in the blast and suffered severe injuries because they were unable to dodge in time.

The "tough opponent" had gray skin covered in scales, and the tall, inhuman monster's mouth emitted a muffled roar like thunder.

"I didn't expect that we couldn't kill a single one," the figure whose body was still burning like flames said in surprise. They had planned this attack for a long time, and even if they had taken the hit themselves, they would likely have died. But the most seriously injured of the main attackers were only slightly wounded, and none of those caught in the crossfire died.

"As the gods have said, a race born for battle is not so easy to deal with." The muffled voice rang out again. The scaly monster looked solemnly at the winged girl. Her reaction, combat power, and teleportation ability were all designed for battle.

The other six people didn't say much, and it seemed that they were all in charge of the two.

They were all subordinates of the young man and Crimson Lotus, specifically hidden among the shadows. They were responsible for handling special situations; the young man had three of his men. Crimson Lotus, on the other hand, had five quasi-god subordinates, and the two speaking were their temporary leaders.

The number of people detected by Bitmap has more than doubled.

"Six people are enough. Fire Phosphorus, you send one person, and I'll send one person," the scaly monster, Shizui, said in a low voice to Fire Phosphorus after observing the situation.

Fire Phosphorus nodded, and two of the remaining six immediately separated, leading the remaining eight hundred people to fly towards the world of Disbod.

There were only four quasi-god-level girls flying in the air (not counting Azriel). In their view, the six of them were enough to suppress and wipe them out one by one. If it came to a melee, the final victory would probably not bring many people back. For the sake of the god's plan, they had to do their best to protect their subordinates.

Seeing the remaining people flying towards Disbod from another angle, surprisingly, neither Wu Feng nor the Skywing girl made any attempt to stop them. Only Abantheim symbolically launched a barrage of fire, which was also blocked by the two quasi-gods.

“The opponents are quasi-gods after all, and they have two more than us. Azriel, aren’t you going to help them?” After those people disappeared, Wu Feng’s anxious expression calmed down. He turned around and walked to the side of the seriously injured Skywing girl to heal her, while saying to Azriel beside him.

"Never mind, meow... I'll definitely get blamed to death if I go~" Azriel said with drooping wings and a somewhat disappointed expression. Just now, it wouldn't have been a problem if she went to fight a couple of times, but now she'll definitely get blamed.

The silver-haired girl and Jibril stared at the six figures of each other, seemingly calculating something, when suddenly their expressions turned serious, and they turned to face the members of the Eighteen Wings Council.

“Although arrangements have been made below, Jibril and I both have a bad feeling. Let’s send some more people back to assist,” the silver-haired girl said to them very seriously.

Jibril nodded and looked at the two members of the Eighteen Winged Council who were at the peak of the Madness Realm but had not yet reached the level of Quasi-Gods.

"They just think we're weak and easy to bully," one of the chosen Skywing girls muttered resentfully, her face contorted with displeasure. It was easy to tell what Jibril and the silver-haired girl were thinking, but on the battlefield, Skywing girls were always absolutely obedient to orders.

"Never mind, we can fight down there anyway, and there are plenty of targets," another chosen Skywing girl advised.