In the "Preface to the Heavenly Levels", angels to seraphs are divided into three levels and nine levels, namely upper level three, middle level three and lower level three.

Among them, the upper three levels (holy class) are divided into seraphim, cherubim, and seated angels; the middle three levels (subordinate class) are divided into main angels, virtue angels, and powerful angels; and the lower three classes (holy spirit class) are divided into

For the powerful angels, archangels and ordinary angels.

By the time of the sixth pope, he divided angels into nine levels. The upper three levels of angels represent Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones; the middle three levels of angels represent Dominations.

), virtues, and powers; while the lower three levels of angels represent principalities, Argels, and Angels.

The level of an angel can also be seen from the number of wings. For every two levels from low level (holy spirit level) to high level (holy level), one pair of wings will be added (an ordinary angel has one pair of wings), and when it rises to high level (

After each level (Holy level), one pair of wings will be added.

What is being summoned now is a definite seraph, that is to say, it is the highest-ranking third-level angel.

"Fortunately it's not Seraph..." Dudley had obviously had a lot of dealings with the Holy See before, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the six wings were not made of holy light.

"We don't need Seraphim to deal with you." Luger sneered. His face looked a little unhealthy. The forbidden technique just now actually caused a lot of damage to his body. He will not be able to borrow the Holy Light in a short time.

Middles laughed loudly. The warlike bloodline of the barbarians made him a little excited. He wanted to make this legendary creature bleed by himself.

The big sword whipped up a gust of wind and was about to fall on the angel's holy and pure body.

However, after a moment, Middles was surprised. His sword could not move any further, and the angel's white arms resisted his sword body.

"It's interesting! Compare your strength with me?" The big man shouted, the stone slab under his feet was shattered by his steps, and the sword edge gradually turned towards the angel.

Then, something unimaginable happened.

The angel spoke.

How should I put it? Ivan couldn't understand those characters. The language of angels was so obscure that no one except Luger could understand what it meant.

However, there is no need to understand it.

The six wings with holy light splashed out a lot of blood!

Middles looked at his chest in disbelief. He did not feel the wings passing through him, only the pain reminded him that all this was real.

He retreated hurriedly and got out of the range of the six wings.

"This idiot!" Dudley cursed.

"That's not an ordinary seraph." The last man in black robe was obviously a little surprised.

"You still have time to care about others? Pyroblast!" Andrea shouted sweetly.

A huge fireball exploded on the heads of Dudley and the other two, and the roar made other sounds inaudible.

"Damn it! How long are we left? We can't hold on for much longer!" he shouted loudly towards the back.

"It's coming soon, it still needs a little time, just a little bit..."

Andrea frowned.

, she originally thought that the person responsible for solving the earth-line spirit flower barrier was the leader of the three black robes, but now judging from the attitude of this black magician, it seems that this is not the case.

She suddenly felt dizzy, and all the spells she was chanting disappeared into the air.

Bernice felt bad when she saw the little body swaying and clutching her forehead, but she couldn't stop casting spells. Apart from the dean, she was the only magician on the scene with the highest level. If she

Also stop casting spells, as the opponent's destruction spells will most likely cause irreparable consequences.

Fortunately, there is a wanderer on the battlefield.

Ivan has been carefully staying behind Andrea since the beginning of the battle, fearing that the magic coming from nowhere will kill him.

When gods fight, little devils suffer.

Ivan complained very much about Andrea's behavior of forcibly bringing him here. There was nothing he could do to help in a battle of this level. It could only make him realize more about his own powerlessness and weakness.

However, complaining is all about complaining, Ivan is not the kind of villain who takes the opportunity to take revenge.

He caught the swaying Andrea, and while silently reciting in his heart that he did not do it on purpose, everything was for the sake of victory, he took this petite body away from the battlefield.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I just overused my magic power." Andrea shook her head, maybe because she was too weak, or maybe because there was no need to be pretentious at this critical moment, she did not forcefully break away from Ivan's arms.

The battle with Tartasha was too difficult, and she had to use the "secret weapon", and then cast a large-scale teleportation spell. Even though she later relied on magic crystals to replenish her magic power, her mental strength was somewhat restored, but her physical body

The accumulated fatigue cannot be ignored.

Andrea hadn't felt like this for a long time, so eager to have a good sleep. Her origin and her brain were sending signals to her.

Is it already the limit?

...

On the other side, the battle gradually became intense,

The more the barbarian Middles fought, the more frightened he became. Everyone on the continent said that their race was the darling of battle, living for fighting and dying for fighting.

But he had never faced such a desperate battle, never!

On the battlefield, he always made the enemy frightened. For the first time, he also experienced this feeling.

The opponent is simply an emotionless human weapon, cold-blooded, precise and powerful.

He tried to shake off his fear,

In the past, his favorite part was when blood was flowing. He liked to smash the enemy's head and cut off the enemy's hands and feet. Every time he saw the enemy's or his own blood, it always inspired his desire to kill, but now he doesn't want to continue fighting at all.

Because he couldn't find anything on that perfect face, it didn't contain a trace of emotion.

But this emotionless face was extremely oppressive. He didn't like this feeling. The last guy he hated so much was in the northern wasteland. He was his clan leader. Later, he showed up in front of all the clan members.

The face crushed his throat.

He tried to get rid of his fear. If a barbarian loses his bravery and feels fear in battle, then he will not be protected by the god of war. They have believed that since ancient times.

Then completely defeat this angel and use the God of War to grant him

A gift from our family!

He roared wildly, the strange tattoos on his body shone with crimson light, and his pupils were surrounded by this blood-like color.

violent!

The ancient talent passed down to this day by the barbarians, a gift given to them by the God of War!

Middles felt like there was endless power emerging from his body. He liked this feeling. He could control the life and death of his enemy in an instant!

The last time he used Fury, he slaughtered an entire team of the Holy See. Today he will kill the "spokesman" of the goddess!

"ah!"

Allowing the six wings to penetrate his body, his sword fell down. The holy light was only blocked for a moment before being completely shattered, directly cutting off one of the angel's wings.

Middles, holding his "trophy" in his other hand, started laughing.

When the violence started, Middles' body could not feel any pain, only the excitement of tearing the opponent apart. Even the more blood flowed, the stronger this excitement would be, so he was not afraid of getting hurt at all.

After losing one of its wings, the expression on the angel's face finally changed slightly.

"Can't you pretend anymore? Next, I will pluck all your feathers bit by bit!" Middles threw away the wings in his hand and strode forward with his big sword in hand.

The angel suddenly began to scream, and the strong sound waves made everyone present feel uncomfortable.

"Shut up!" Middles' sword whizzed towards the Seraph's head, but an expanding energy field threw his tall body away.

Then the golden holy spear fell from the sky, and Middles rolled sideways to avoid being nailed to the ground.

But this was not the end. A scorching beam of light shot out from the hands of the Seraphim. Although Middles was in a violent state, he did not dare to take this attack forcefully. He held the broad sword in front of him.

After the Seraphim's attack was over, he swung his sword hard.

"Earthshattering Slash!"

An ugly scar suddenly appeared on the ground, and countless rock thorns shot out of the ground and headed straight for the angel.

The angel stretched out his hand, and energy gathered in his palm.

A moment later, an explosion sounded.

A tall figure jumped out from the black smoke. He roared and slashed with his sword!

...

"No, you should be very clear about the consequences of using magic again!" Bernice firmly disagrees with Andrea's continued excessive use of magic, which will destroy her!

"What else can we do?" Andrea was very calm. She once told Ivan that she would fulfill her responsibilities as the person in charge of the north, no matter what the price it would cost.

"This..." Bernice also fell into silence.

Without Andrea, it would be a wishful thinking to defeat Dudley and the last black-robed weirdo. Even now, he can barely hold on without losing. He even lost several spellcasters on his side just now.

"Believe me, we won't lose." Andrea's eyes seemed to be shining with something.

She opened her mouth and read:

"Elves floating freely in space, I would like to express my obsession here. Please lend me your power temporarily, so as to transcend the boundaries of space, connect the distances between each other, and cross the places that cannot be reached by hand.
Chapter completed!