Bab 336: The Old Politicians

The swarm of angels blasted straight through the clouds, their bodies burning in white holy flames and looking like a swarm of comets.

All their weapons were pointed forward, like the lances of knights.

"Die!" The dragon's growl resonated through the entire mountain that used to be the wyrm's territory.

Then the neon-red rays of energy and lighting bolts descended upon the advancing angels while brightly glowing, their light passing through the thick volcanic vapor.

They were cutting through the angels and leaving behind only motes of light.

Yet, the winged beings of light continued their fanatical and suicidal charge without fear, the flames enveloping their bodies intensifying with each meter they passed.

The dragon's red glow of his eyes brightened even more, the magma in his armor changing to creepy red color. The power of the curse surged and circled through his veins.

''Don't let anyone escape!!!''