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Chapter 280 Have the guts to fight?

Not far from Akitche, two gods of sculpture and poetry appeared one after another, in the form of corpses.

Those who meet for the first time will not have feelings for these four god corpses, which cannot be hidden from the four goddesses of art.

They knew very well that the 'old friends' in front of them had not only lost their wits long ago, but even their divine power had been completely drained. Now they are nothing more than war machines with an empty shell of gods.

"My God! That devil of Samikina! How far does it want to blaspheme the gods of art before it is willing!" Barbara was already in tears.

None of the other three goddesses had a good complexion.

None of the three of them would have ended well without Barbara leading the way.

"I'm about to become one of them." The three goddesses had the same thought in their hearts.

Some gods lost their 'life' but gained 'freedom'.

Some gods lost their 'freedom' but gained their 'life'.

The more difficult the environment, the more important the choice becomes.

"Woooooo!" The four goddesses threw themselves on Mark crying, and the surrounding angels could only pretend they couldn't see it.

"If you can't bear it, I can ask Vivian to help them and let them rest in peace."

"No! We should do it ourselves." Barbara, a weak goddess, became tough in a rare way.

The four goddesses looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

To real mortals, they can be divine goddesses.

For a [hunting] mysterious Extraordinary who can easily provide a source of divine power, ensure their godhood, and even lead them to escape from this world, Mark has no doubt that he is already equivalent to a small god-type god king.Not to mention the joining of the Tree God and the Lake Goddess completely established Mark's status.

For another goal, they act like a baby, blow the pillow wind, maybe they will pass the level.

After knowing that Mark is likely to accept the twin goddesses, they have a sufficient sense of crisis about their situation.

Mark worked very hard to help them gather most of the soul fragments. If they didn't do anything, it would be difficult to get along in this growing organization.

With a movement of the divine thoughts of the four goddesses, all the angels around them bowed in unison.

In the next instant, their figures disappeared from the boat, and a large formation of angels, which in the eyes of ordinary people was quite exaggerated, appeared in the sky outside the city gate of San Marino.

From a distance, the golden dancing angel formation looks like a dancing skirt, or a blooming dahlia.

The fiery red music angels form a huge treble clef.

The formation of white literary angels looks like a stack of parchment from a distance.

Colorful painted angels form a large oil painting.

More than 500 angels flashed in the sky, and the flamboyant painting style immediately attracted the attention of ordinary people.

"The Goddesses of Art have collectively shot!"

"It's Art Angels!"

The sudden appearance of the Angel Brigade immediately affected the entire battlefield. Even [Death Knell] Samikina, who was hiding in the cracks in the space, couldn't help raising his illusory smoke head, and stared across the space at these uninvited guests who suddenly broke in.
[They actually have the guts to fight! ? 】

The appearance of Art Angel was obviously beyond Samikina's expectation.

In its view, the Goddess of Art who has lost the Kingdom of God and even secretly erased her name from this world should not have the courage to fight.

After all, lacking divine power supplies, the power of the angels can be said to be a little less. After a long time, even maintaining the shape is very difficult.Theoretically, the divine power accumulated by the angels should be saved at the last moment to fight hard.

What kind of suicide is this?

Now that the Art Angels team is attacking ahead of schedule, Samikina is in for a bit of a headache.After all, the four fallen gods of art and their subordinates are really just cannon fodder.

At this moment, Samikina had scolded the War Demon God countless times in his heart.If it wasn't for his family's trash Apocalypse Knight who lost the [War Stele], he wouldn't have to be so troublesome.This bit of cannon fodder is enough to force out Mark's core combat power.

【superior! 】

With an idea from Samikina, those cannon fodder immediately stepped up their offensive.

Countless building fragments were thrown out by architectural demons: a bathroom, a living room, a stable, all kinds of outrageous large-scale architectural structures combined with evil spiritual power, turned into large projectiles, spanning 2000 meters distance, and slammed into the armored treant.

On the ground, the small carved demon collided fiercely with Barak's Reincarnation Knight Heroic Spirit.The entire front appears to be jagged.

Of course, everyone's focus is on the sky.

Leading the charge are the dancing angels, whose swiftness and agility as they dodge projectiles in the air look like dancing golden butterflies.Every time the golden light flashed, there was a counter-attacking beam of light.That is the divine light emitted from the ribbons in their hands.

When this radiance containing high-purity divine power fell, at least one anti-air demon's body exploded immediately.

Four teams of heavy armored angels unscrupulously poured superior firepower from high altitude, which made the building demons who were also bombarded by the tree men miserable.

Unable to bear the beating, the four fallen gods finally sent their fallen angels.

It's just that these fallen angels who obviously lack divine support and whose appearance affects the city's appearance are just a bunch of kites compared to the artistic angels on the opposite side.

The battle seemed to have just begun on the vast skyline several kilometers long and wide, and ended within a few rounds.

The fallen angels fell silently like moths on fire, turning into a grand but short shower of meteor fire.

In the vast sky are still the angels of the four goddesses of art—the wings full of divine power behind each angel, and the thick and solid long-range beam strikes, as if swearing that they are the real angels.

The battle was so one-sided that there was a moment of silence on the battlefield.

Immediately, the morale of the human alliance was greatly boosted.

"Praise Goddess of Art—"

"Long live the great Marc Destiny!"

Without the presence of guards, the bodies of the four fallen gods were exposed within the range of the art angels.

Next scene.

All the angels of Sequence 2 and Sequence 3 threw spears that lingered in divine light at the same time, and twelve spears turned into a gorgeous small meteor shower, stabbing at the remains of the God of Architecture Akitche.

Twelve pieces of light divided into four colors extend from their palms to the handshake of the gun.

These divine lights completely pierced Akitche in an instant.

There was no accident, Ajitche, whose divine power had been emptied, was easily blown to pieces like an empty cicada slough in front of the real power.

When Akitche was about to be annihilated, he let out an inhuman wailing, and the black mist shot out from his body, turning into a black mass.But at the moment before he was about to collapse, like a beast dying to fight back, he pulled out the magic hammer embedded in his chest with his backhand, swung it round and smashed it into the air.

This is an artifact after all.

A Sequence 3 Angel of Peting was seriously injured on the spot.

This is the only result of Aquiteche.

(End of this chapter)