Celtic's feet slowly left the ground.
The whole person was like an incarnation of an angel, and a sharp sword like golden light condensed in his hands.
"Sure enough, your spiritual practice is also related to the Cross Cult." Celtic's face became kind and kind.
But the sword of holy light emitting in his hand was like a burning flame.
The halo on the top of the head is so dazzling.
Of course, those present recognized Celtic's ability is to incarnate angels.
Celtic braved the holy light and wanted to go over and purify Anderson directly.
The so-called capturing the king first.
If Anderson weren't there, Celtic would look like this.
It will definitely be considered a messenger sent by God to save the world.
He is apostle of God.
Because the religious image of angels is too deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Especially Celtic's appearance as an angel created by the Renaissance Second.
It's exactly the same as everyone's fantasy.
It was the first time Anderson saw such a ability.
"Ange?" Anderson was thinking, if anyone in history had Celtic-like abilities.
Will you be treated as an angel directly?
Perhaps the so-called angels in history are some superpowers?
This is what Anderson thought in his mind when he saw Celtic incarnation of angel.
Sullivan was thrown aside.
Anderson faced the angelized Celtics rushing towards him.
"Messiah, let me do it." The spiritual people wanted to stand up and protect Anderson.
Sullivan felt like he was hit by a 100-ton truck.
A roar broke out next to his ears.
His figure was blurred and flew backwards like a shooting shell.
Even a deep gully was dragged out from the grass.
This trace leads directly to the building in the distance.
Sullivan felt like he was dizzy.
After rushing through several walls and glass in succession.
Sullivan stopped.
"Is this Anderson's power?" Although Sullivan was not injured, his whole person and his brain were shaking.
Sullivan slowly got up, covered in dust and stone fragments.
Anderson slapped Sullivan away.
He also cleared the people who were blocking the spiritual practice in front of him.
"Go away." Anderson said in a bad voice.
The spiritual practitioner immediately lowered his head and walked sideways.
In the eyes of spiritualists, Anderson is the new savior.
He is completely a living saint in prophecy.
It is the Messiah who saved the world.
So everything Anderson said is right.
Anderson knew that these people came to catch him.
But Anderson felt that his abilities still had room to improve.
He grabbed the void directly with one hand and pinched Celtic in the air like a bird.
Celtic felt imprisoned by an invisible force.
"Is this your ability?" Celtic felt unable to move all over his body.
But the next second, a stronger holy light burst out from Celtic.
The spine began to surge, as if something was going to grow on him.
A pair of white wings stretched out directly from the Celtic's back.
This time, Celtic is completely an angel depicted in medieval paintings.
Celtic, who had grown wings, broke free from Anderson's imprisonment in an instant.
Attack Anderson again.
Holy wings flapping and hitting the air, and the sword with the sacred fire in his hand stabbed Anderson.
Celtic felt a vigorous power flowing in his body.
This is the first time Celtic has encountered this appearance of angel wings.
It was already good to be able to show the halo on the head before. Now even the wings have grown.
Celtic felt the vigorous power inside his body.
"How sinful are you?"
"How much do you believe in the so-called religion?"
"Can I actually have such power?" Celtic's anger became even more intense.
The stronger his power, the deeper the opponent's mistakes.
The more believers there are on the other side.
The level of faith is also more fanatical.
Otherwise, such exaggerated power would never appear on him.
Anderson watched the angel grow wings and broke free from his own confinement.
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"Are all superpowered people that strong?" Anderson saw what kind of strength they are as superpowered people.
Not to mention Sullivan before, Anderson could only shoot him directly.
I believe it will not cause any harm at all.
The angel in front of him was even more exaggerated and directly broke free from Anderson's tentacles of mind power.
Anderson faces ordinary people.
It is usually crushing, which makes Anderson feel like he is a god.
Adding to the ineffectiveness of modern thermal weapons on him, Anderson felt a sense of detachment.
But among this group of superpowers.
Each one was like a monster, and Anderson put away his underestimation.
"Your Living Saint, let me do it." The members of the spiritual practice who had just spoken stood up again.
She took off her robe, and a holy light barrier covered with various spells appeared in front of her.
It directly enveloped Anderson and her.
The angelized Celtic whistling sword tear the air, and even the surrounding space began to twist.
The fire and light on the holy sword are no longer just holy light and embellishments.
It is a scorching fire with real temperature.
The sword edge of the Holy Sword stabbed the Holy Light barrier.
The barrier burst out with dazzling light, and the people present couldn't help but squint.
The contact point of the sword edge exploded directly, forming a shock wave spreading everywhere.
The spell on the barrier of the holy light flashes at high frequency.
In broad daylight, this courtyard seems to have another sun.
The aftermath of the collision directly destroyed the surrounding green grassland.
The ground was exposed with bare mud.
After the smoke and dust disappears.
Celtics floated in the air like a god descending.
There are no signs of injury on his body.
The whole person was bathed in the sun, and his eyes looked down at him were fanatical and ruthless.
As soon as the members of the spiritual society stood up, the barrier of the holy light in front of them was covered with fine cracks.
The next second, it was like the broken blue and white porcelain was broken.
The barrier turned into golden light and disappeared into the air.
Celtic felt that the opponent's strength was no less than him.
"But what if that's the case?" Something surged behind Celtic again.
Another pair of wings spread out with a sound of brushing.
Four-winged Angel.
A vague holy armor began to appear on Celtic.
The whole person's aura is completely different.
Everyone didn't expect that Celtic had some reservations.
The corners of Celtic's mouth, in the form of four-winged angel, raised slightly.
"Resent yourself, if it's not your own belief."
"I will never have such a powerful force." Celtic laughed to the sky.
Anderson looked at the enemy in the sky with a serious face. (This chapter ends)