Western Fantasy: From the Eagle Tribe to the Angel Empire

"In vain!"

Merlin on the Sky City shook his head slightly.

Just when the Sky City was about to explode, a great force surged from his body!

He stretched out a hand and gently grasped the entire Sky City!

Instantly.

The core of the Sky City, the Kingdom of God that was refined into an energy body, was squeezed into a stable luminous body.

At the same time.

For the angel warriors who rushed towards him, he raised his staff and leaned it against the void, as if leaning on the ground, making a light sound.

Rule witchcraft: soul and flesh binding!

Hundreds of angels were subdued in an instant, and their souls and bodies were blocked in the void.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose in the hearts of the angels, but they could do nothing.

Looking at the Sky City and the angels that were already in his pocket, Merlin smiled with satisfaction.

"You are lucky to meet me. I won't kill you, but your city and your memory will belong to the wizard civilization from now on!"

At this time.

The pale-faced truth wizard Alande came to Merlin with the Sky Scepter and praised him.

"You did a good job, Merlin."

Then he looked at the group of angels bound in the void, looked at them carefully, and smiled.

"This is really a terrifyingly strong race. Their bodies and souls are at the same level. Wizards at the same level as them are probably not their opponents."

"But it is also valuable. After searching their memories, hand them over to the blood wizards of the Life Department for research."

Merlin frowned when he heard this.

"Teacher, isn't it too cruel to hand them over to those blood wizards?"

Alande blamed after hearing this.

"Merlin, you are too kind. These are enemies. Strictly speaking, they are invaders."

Then he patted Merlin on the shoulder and said.

"If we can have such a legion in the future, it will be much easier to conquer the star realm. In this way, our people will die less."

Merlin nodded helplessly.

"You are right, teacher."

"Well, I hope you understand."

"In addition, I found that these guys have set up a large number of space-time beacons in this space-time. You have to work hard to erase all the space-time beacons inside and outside the Nolan world!"

Alande ordered.

"Teacher, are you worried that they will come to our door?"

Merlin asked in confusion.

"Of course not."

Alande explained.

"Erasing these space-time beacons will make the other party think that we are afraid and dare to come to our door. This is called showing weakness to the enemy."

"Moreover, do you think they have no means to find us?"

"Also, didn't they escape a lot of people? Catch them and let them go, and naturally someone will come to our door."

Alande smiled, and with a move in the void, he grabbed the purple-gold long sword on Raphael's body.

"Of course, I also need time to heal my wounds and study the attack methods of that sword."

"Teacher is wise!"

...

Ferlande World.

Heaven Mountain.

On the Platinum Throne.

Jiang You, who was closing his eyes and sinking into the path of sky lord training, suddenly opened his purple eyes that were as bright as stars.

He stood up from the holy throne, walked to the first level of Heaven Mountain, looked up at the boundless deep space of the starry sky, and whispered.

"The "sword" I left on the purple gold sword has been triggered."

After a moment of silence, he ordered the angel guards serving in front of him.

"Notify Carnell and the gods of Heaven Mountain to cancel the space-time beacon connection of the small worlds along the way, and contact the space-time beacon where the expeditionary force is as soon as possible."

"Our people may be in danger!"

…….

Nolan World.

Nolan Continent.

Besit Kingdom, Tywen County.

Joetello Barony.

In a village near the town of Camelot.

A young farmer was farming in his own field.

The sun was scorching, and the farmer was sweating.

After a long period of hard work, he stopped, walked to the edge of the field, picked up a wooden cup and drank a sip of water.

At this moment.

In a haystack at the edge of the field, a middle-aged man with a dusty face stood up.