Chapter 223 - Chapter 223: Chapter 213 Monarch Battle (2/2)

Just then, a bold voice suddenly erupted from within the city.

“Invaders, stop where you are!”

In the next moment, they all looked towards the direction of the city and quickly noticed a gender-ambiguous figure of stunning beauty appearing in the air.

The genderless angel flew through the sky, its form graceful and mysterious, with wings as crystal-clear and white as frosty snow, gently fluttering with the breeze and radiating a dazzling light.

Clad in a pure white robe, it seemed as if framed by the brilliant constellations above, and with each beat of its wings, the air thrummed as if with musical notes.

Like a being from a dream, transcending the bounds of male and female, yet embodying the finest aspects of both, it exuded an extraordinary and otherworldly charm.

“Wrathful Angel”

That was a demi-god from ancient times, a mighty being with Heavenly Enlightenment strength. It had no gender nor procreation; instead, the powerful blood of the angel merely had to drip and flow onto those it cherished, and those people would naturally conceive and bear children.

As a result, the powerful bloodline of the “Wrathful Angel” was passed down.

“A powerful expert at the Monarch Level?”

The information displayed was different from what was predicted; the crown prince fell silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re three against one. Even if our powers are greatly weakened, he won’t last long.”

“Mighty Angel” Bern burst into a wild laugh, his voice bold and hardly fitting his appearance.

“Hahahaha! To think there’s a powerful expert of mid-level Monarch. I’ve never fought to the death against someone of this level before. Today is a good opportunity!”

“Mighty Angel” Bern laughed heartily, and even though it was three against one, he didn’t seem frightened in the least.

“Who are you? I recognize that fellow as an old bastard from Rhea, but who are you two? Why are you wearing alchemical tools that conceal your identities? Why hide who you are?”

“Mighty Angel” Bern frowned, eager to know the identities of the two mysterious Monarch powerful experts. Which faction did they represent?

Without a doubt, this was an important matter!

“You don’t need to know; you just need to die,” the crown prince spoke slowly, not taking the angel with the bloodline seriously at all.

The people in the city watched with hearts pounding in fright. Byrne, Vanessa, Lilian, and others all broke out in a cold sweat, knowing if this Monarch-level battle was lost, everything would be over.

Moreover, unless it came to the very last moment, the Fischer family couldn’t sacrifice the Lord of the Lost in full view of everyone, and so they had to conceal that power.

Even Lilian had a strong premonition that the mid-level Monarch was too powerful; even if all the devout sacrificed their lives, they wouldn’t be able to kill that being!

“A quick battle, a quick decision!”

The aged Rhea general, his body wreathed in lightning, seemed like a walking thunderstorm, his eyes blazing with determination, fiery and sharp like lightning, his cape flapping loudly like a warning before a downpour.

The mysterious woman in purple nodded slightly, and in the next moment, unbelievably transformed into dreamlike colorful foam, floating lightly, unrestricted by time and space, twinkling with soft light, and disappearing from sight.

A great mass of black mist crazily burst forth from the prince’s body, and in the next moment, he completely transformed his shape, revealing his most powerful form!

“Roar!”

Enveloped in black mist, the black dragon appeared like the embodiment of a shadow, its towering and robust body vaguely visible in the darkness, surrounded by thick, dense black fog that emitted a heart-stopping aura of fear.

Its dragon horns were as hard as forged iron, with blood-red light flashing in its eyes as if endless resentment and rage churned within its pupils. Its huge black scales, covered in cracks, seemed to trace the marks of death flitting across its body.

“Die!”

As it opened its massive maw, a dark and deep chant seemed to come from the abyss, as if it could make one’s soul tremble.

In the next moment, it was as if a supreme command had reached the “Wrathful Angel’s” mind.

Its near-perfect beautiful body couldn’t help but want to comply with that command of despair, involuntarily disintegrating, breaking down, gradually moving towards death.

“Dragon of Despair, you are a Carnian!”