The sacred right side of a certain comic

The knights and Puritan magicians in London looked up at the sky, while the ordinary residents ran to the windows, pressed their hands on the window edges and stared at the sky with wide eyes.

The Russian army commanded by the Right Fire in Eastern Europe stopped its invasion and looked at the rolling clouds in the sky with turmoil.

On the Atlantic Ocean, the navy officers and soldiers of the United States stepped onto the deck and watched silently as the blue water turned into a bright blood red under the reflection of the light.

On the continent of Europa, residents of various European countries stopped what they were doing and stared at the arrival of the miracle in stunned silence.

Above the dome, the cyan moonlight was completely covered by the rolling cloud of flames. It was like a river of magma reversing upwards, flowing in the interstellar galaxy.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, but the sun did not rise from the east.

The fiery cloud in the sky replaced the function of the sun, dispersing the haze and darkness of the earth, and reflecting the entire Europa and the Atlantic Ocean in fiery red.

Under the fire cloud, the blue archangel sang a song of prayer to God and a harsh curse on sin.

The layers of overlapping clouds began to rotate and turned into a huge vortex.

Then, under the gaze of hundreds of millions of people, arrows of fire like the sand of the Ganges rushed out from the whirlpool and scattered in all directions.

The targets of these flames are Britain, France, Germany, the cities of various European countries, the United States fleet on the Atlantic, and the Russian army in Eastern Europe.

It was like thousands of stars from the universe, penetrating the atmosphere, vowing to exterminate all humans and civilization on the surface.

Everyone is desperate.

This is a completely unfolded angel spell, a magic that humans absolutely cannot resist. Even if less than twenty saints from all over the world gather here, they cannot block all the countless rain of rockets.

Carissa turned pale and clenched the hilt of the Katina sword in her hand. At this time, Her Royal Highness the Second Princess finally regretted it.

If she hadn't been determined to find Katina, if she hadn't been bewitched by the devil in her heart and done such a heinous act, Britain would not have perished.

I don’t know whether I should be lucky or unfortunate, but the entire continent of Europe was buried with Britain.

It's just that except for Europe, other regions are not within the scope of this technique.

But Kelissa knows that Europe, as one of the most important economies in the world, will never be able to bear it when the entire Europe is uprooted.

Because modern times are no different than ancient times, the connections between various countries are extremely far-reaching, and a single move affects the whole body.

Even the largest country in the world today will suffer economic collapse due to the destruction of Europe.

This is a disaster for the entire world, a disaster for human history, and it is enough to be written into the new Bible as God's punishment for sinners.

Carissa smiled miserably, she had completely given up resistance.

What's the use of resisting? Faced with the angel spell that has been fully activated, even if she holds Katina, there is nothing she can do.

This sword is not a sword that protects the country. It is simply a sword that destroys the country, and it destroys one's own country.

No wonder the British kings have stopped looking for this sword since 200 years ago.

"Your Royal Highness, now is not the time to despair!"

At this moment, Carissa heard a familiar voice. It was Sylvia, the former maid of the royal family and one of less than twenty saints in the world!

Carissa looked to her side in astonishment. Then she saw a strong woman wearing denim clothes and jeans, with strange goggles on her head appearing in her field of vision.

But compared to this saint, the man next to her was more eye-catching.

Ou Rails stared with a stern face at the rocket that descended from the vortex of flames in the sky and was sweeping across the entire Europa and the Atlantic Ocean.

Now he has to fight to save the hundreds of millions of people in Europa!

The eyes of this man who was supposed to be the devil As soon as it condensed, an unknown force suddenly appeared in the sky.

In an instant, Orrels carried out hundreds of millions of attacks. Countless billions were superimposed together to form a number of Ganges sands.

It was impossible to detect or see. , struck in mid-air by an incomprehensible force

『"Rocket Rain" collided with Orelus's"Nordic Throne", and an explosion sound like the roar of billions of cannons was heard in the air.

The deafening roar made people's eardrums hurt, causing them to scream.

The whole earth was trembling, and fireworks exploded in the air, as spectacular as tens of millions of missiles disintegrating in mid-air at the same time.

In an instant, Orrels used his"Nordic Throne" to defeat Archangel Gabriel's"Rain of Rockets".

It's just that even Orrels couldn't achieve a completely precise strike, and hundreds of rockets still fell into the continent of Europa.

It's just that the power of each rocket is not great. If it explodes in a city, it can probably melt a dozens-story building into molten iron.

Given the vastness of the continent of Europa and the sharing of it among many cities, the damage caused by these hundreds of rockets would not break any bones.

Several rockets also fell in the city of London, igniting explosive flames on the ground. Under the horrified eyes of people, the reinforced concrete was condensed into scalding liquid.

The United States fleet in the Atlantic Ocean was also wailing miserably. Several rockets landed here, melting an aircraft carrier directly, and several escort ships were completely paralyzed.

Just an imperceptible aftermath of an angel's spell can wipe out half of a fleet's effective strength. When faced with these angels, humans are really powerless to fight back.

After defeating the"Rocket Rain", Orrels had no time to speak. He immediately jumped up and rushed to where Roy was.

He was afraid that Roy would release some terrible angelic spell again. This time the"Rocket Rain" was a pure energy strike, which Ordos could easily break.

But if Roy uses some very weird angel spells, even he, a half-step demon, can't guarantee that he can defeat them.

After all, Orrels is not a real demon, and his knowledge has limits.

When Archangel Gabriel saw Orrels, she chanted Roy's name loudly, and her wings swept out again.

Orrells didn't make any move, but there was another indescribable blow in mid-air.

The wings that the once-conquering daughter could not penetrate even with all her strength were easily torn into pieces under Orelus's"Nordic Throne".

Roy frowned at this time, because he found that there were attack points in all directions, and he seemed to be surrounded by infinite power.

This is a power that even Roy cannot analyze and understand. It is a derivative of Orelus's failure to become the Demon God. It is an unidentified power generated by combining it with his past magic!