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"There is."

Tian Xiaoban slammed the watch to its limit, and the blinding green light made Constantine close his eyes tightly.

"Now that I'm like this, they won't be able to find me!"

"Heavy Gift Crab, what kind of monster are you?!"

The new body was very sturdy. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, Tian Xiaoban vaguely guessed the origin of the new genes!

"Hehehehe, you have to call me King Frieza! Sure enough, becoming a villain has made you more enthusiastic about doing bad things!"

Frieza's first form looks like a typical alien, so it's understandable that Constantine would be frightened.

"Keep summoning, or I'll kill you!"

Frieza's terrifying killing intent chilled Constantine to the bone, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

This guy seems even more ferocious than any of the first fallen ones he's ever seen!

Constantine stiffened his neck, looking like he wanted to kill me right then and there, and said with a forced smile:

"The battle angels have appeared. I can no longer guarantee that the next one I summon will be a lone angel. It is very likely that a group of angels will appear. One or two is fine, but if we encounter a group, we will all die."

"None of us will die. You just summon, and I'll just kill!"

You'll regret this!

"I'm a bad guy! Bad guys never regret it!"

Frieza has to look like Frieza. After becoming this character, the immense power drives Tian Xiaoban to want to blow things up and kill everything! Angels are just the perfect targets to unleash his inner desire for battle!

Constantine, trembling, placed the paper he had just drawn on the ground. Without even reciting the Bible, the angel's blood had already activated the magic circle and begun the automatic summoning!

With agile movements, Zha Kang flipped over behind the counter, seemingly finding the safest spot to crouch down and deliver a fatal blow, but in reality, he removed a life-saving charm from the collar of his trench coat.

A wishing card depicting Satan playing the piano was a gift from Lucifer, which he kept until this critical moment when he could only use it.

Whether it's heaven or hell, Constantine can't afford to offend either side, so he decided to side with Lucifer, even if it means losing the hook, he just wants to live.

The holy light in the bar grew brighter and brighter. It seemed Constantine was right; this time, it wasn't just one lone creature arriving, but a whole group.

Frieza smiled wickedly, and the Godslayer weapon in his hand also exuded a terrifying danger.

Just as the blinding holy light subsided, Frieza's squad instantly rushed forward. Amidst the stunned and surprised expressions of two angels, the sharp blade sliced ​​through their throats, and their heads landed nimbly on the ground.

"Retreat! Be on alert for a counterattack!"

The angel with the largest wings and the most intense divine light immediately issued a command, ordering the angels who had just descended to earth to immediately enter a state of combat readiness!

"1, 2, 3, 4... 12, plus the two I just killed, that makes a total of 14. Interesting, there are actually 14 angels descending here!"

"Heretic! Demon, you will be judged by Archangel Rodmandy himself. Surrender!"

The angel with the largest wings stood in front, mocking them. He wasn't wearing the light armor of the previous angels, but rather a full suit of heavy white armor.

He swung his holy sword at Frieza's head, the holy light shining brightly, the force terrifying.

"Damn it, you bunch of angels, are you all LED lights that have come to life?! Why are the special effects so bright? Don't you know it's blinding?!"

Frieza's temper was also easily ignited; his warlike genes were urging him to crush those birdmen who were causing light pollution!

As he channeled his energy into the Godslayer Sword in his hand, the already dangerous cross-shaped sword seemed to have undergone maintenance, radiating an unparalleled sharpness!

The two swords clashed, and the angel's holy sword was easily cut in half by the God-Slaying Martial Arts as if slicing tofu. The God-Slaying Martial Arts, undeterred by its momentum, slashed across half of the opponent's face.

Rodmandy felt a chill on his left cheek, followed by a shift in his perspective, feeling his left cheek slide down. By the time he realized his head had been chopped off, it was too late.

With his head split in two and his soul devoured by the God-Slaying Martial Arts, Rodmandy was utterly dead.

In less than five minutes, three angels had died. The remaining eleven angels quickly gathered, with the outermost five forming a protective shield of holy light. The angels inside worked together to send a message back to Heaven about the situation.

The gist of it is: They descended to Earth and encountered heretical demons. The archangels tried their best but could not defeat them, resulting in the annihilation of the entire angel army. They begged God, their father, to come out and help them.

When this news reached Heaven, the entire Heaven was in an uproar. For the first time in Heaven, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, such explosive news had been heard. The angels, whose hearts were filled with beauty, could not tolerate even the slightest imperfection!

The news was reported up the chain of command, eventually reaching Michael de Mirgos.

He is Lucifer's younger brother, and his power is second only to Lucifer's. He is the strongest angel in Heaven at that time, without exception.

When Michael saw this news, his first thought was not to send more people to their deaths, but to speculate about which damned person was hunting down the angels.

His first suspect was Lucifer, who was chasing women in the human world.

Because he couldn't think of anyone other than Lucifer who could be so capable as to easily kill an archangel.

Moreover... Lucifer hasn't committed any evil deeds in a long time, and Michael, who knows Lucifer very well, is probably up to some meaningless plans again.

For example, overthrowing God.

"The remaining battle angels are all on standby. I'm going to go there myself."

"Lord Michael, let us go. You need to guard the Heavenly City and prevent the invasion of demons from other dimensions. Although our combat power is far inferior to yours, please trust our angelic comrades. With thousands of years of tacit cooperation, we will surely bring victory to the angels!"

The squad leader of the battle angels, his face beaming with excitement, volunteered to go and wipe out the heretics on Earth! To kill those demons who dared to challenge the angels!

Michael tapped his fingers on the table, "tap tap tap..." He was afraid it was a trap. Although the other party's purpose was not clear, the fact that they were hunting angels was certain.

If he sends out a large number of angels and they are ambushed, then the army that Heaven has spent tens of thousands of years training will be in short supply.

This is very disadvantageous for the future holy war between angels and demons.

"No need to say anything more, I'll make a decision after I've seen it for myself."

Michael began locating the area where the angelic power was most concentrated on Earth and initiated teleportation.

Chapter 383 Kill Kill Kill Kill

The light burst forth in the bar, making the surrounding walls shine blindingly white.

Lord Michael makes his dazzling entrance!

"Ouch, Fuck, are you kidding me? A super flashbang the moment I walked in! Luckily I've practiced in CrossFire, or I would have gone blind!"

Frieza, with his back to Michael, had his eyes still glazed from the holy light and was muttering filthy curses.

"Hmm? You're neither a demon nor a mortal. You possess incredibly powerful life energy within your body. What kind of creature are you?"

Michael kept recalling the abnormal dimensions he had traversed, and found that there were no creatures that looked like Frieza.

Moreover, Michael vaguely sensed that there seemed to be an even more powerful force being suppressed within this body!

Frieza's eyes have finally recovered! Sharp, triangular eyes stare fiercely at this birdman who's been randomly firing flashbangs!

"You like flashing lights, huh? I'll let you flash as much as you want!"

His hands emitted a purple light, and highly compressed gas bullets were fired from his hands like machine guns.

Michael caught one and was blasted against the wall. Faced with subsequent gas blasts, he directly opened the gate to the Hell dimension and sent the gas blasts into Hell.

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After venting his anger, Frieza stopped firing his energy blasts. Michael assumed his opponent was exhausted, so he grabbed his Holy Angel Sword and swung it at Frieza's head.

Frieza's first form couldn't escape the sword strike, so he immediately transformed into his third form, which resembled an alien, with a longer head and a wider body. This form was also extremely fast, instantly dodging the angel's sword strike.

"what!"

Michael wasn't shocked by how fast Frieza's Squad was, but rather by their ability to change forms!

In other words, the ugly appearance he just saw was not his original form! This caused Michael's previous prediction about his origin to be wrong.

"Look directly into the holy light!"

The Holy Sword flashed again. Since the previous flash would damage the alien's eyes, Michael activated the Flash Field. This move was originally designed to target demons in an area, turning them to ashes instantly upon contact with the Holy Light. However, it was now being used as a flashbang!

"Tsk tsk tsk, the angels these days have no manners. If they can't win, they resort to flashbangs. They're so useless. If God knew that the angels he raised were all such trash, would he be so angry that he would abandon Heaven and go on vacation?"

In his third form, Frieza's Squad not only possesses agile speed, but also relies on his powerful hearing to pinpoint the location of sounds and nimbly dodge every holy sword that strikes him.

As she dodged, her little mouth seemed to be coated with poison, twisting Michael's handsome old face with rage.

"Heretics, die! You are not allowed to blaspheme God!!!"

"Judging from your expression, God is definitely ready to go on vacation, hahaha... He probably sees Lucifer having such a comfortable vacation and is itching to do the same!"

"Lucifer! What's your relationship with that traitor Lucifer?! How did you know Lucy was on vacation?!"

Some words are taboo in the ears of angels, such as "God's favorite child", "the first fallen angel", "the strongest Satan in hell", and "Lucifer".

If the previous battles were just about giving it your all, then Michael, upon hearing "Lucifer," was risking his life. He didn't dodge any attacks he could, and instead charged forward to attack Frieza's Squad, taking all the damage head-on.

"Hehe, you're getting anxious, you're getting anxious, why? Because of Lucifer!"

Michael's speed in cutting people increased even more, and his holy angelic wings would occasionally fire arrows that looked like flashbangs, constantly affecting Frieza's Squad's movements!

"This is boring, I'm not playing with you anymore. Let me show you my strongest form!"

Purple energy filled his body, instantly deflecting Michael's holy sword strike.

In the purple light, the alien's body had disappeared, replaced by white skin, a smooth body, a small size, and a large tail.

Frieza's final form in Team Dawn.

"what!"

Michael was shocked again, this time not because of Frieza's appearance, but because of his opponent's power.

In all his life, he had never seen a creature with such a bizarre life form!

Each time his form changes, his life force erupts like a volcanic eruption, seemingly endless!

Even the most powerful demon lords in Hell do not possess such terrifying vitality!

Michael floated in mid-air with a serious expression, not launching an attack rashly.

"If you won't come, then I'll go to you!"

"Whoosh—!"

The figure appeared behind him in an instant, and before Michael could react, a heavy punch slammed into his angel wings.

Frieza, enveloped in an aura of arrogance, looked down at Michael, who lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, like a fearsome god.

He had somehow acquired a finely crafted cross-shaped sword in his hand.

The immense terror emanating from the sword caused Michael to look utterly alarmed.