Marvel Magic Event Book

Bayonetta had just hacked to death the last angel with an extremely rough technique, and the blood and flesh under the angel's white porcelain skin was splattered all over the floor.Although the blood quickly evaporated into golden specks of light, the scent of rosemary still clung to her hair, almost overpowering the scent of the Diamond Lily perfume she was wearing.She plunged the long knife into the angel's marble face and crushed the gold ornaments that adorned the armor with her high heels. "The little boy said he wanted to go to heaven?" she asked. "Did he say he wanted our help?"

"I don't think that thing can trouble him." Joan of Arc turned her wrist to relieve the pain caused by the previous hard attack from the Angel of Power. "When did you worry about him like a mother? I remember this is Miranda's job. You The little boy is crying in the sky, are you going to breastfeed him?"

Bayonetta laughed, "When did you become so grumpy, Jeanne?"

"Perhaps it starts from the fact that I didn't chop off the head of the Archangel." Jeanne breathed out, "Fortunately we didn't take his stupid suggestion. If we had used a bolt gun, I would have suffered more than just soft tissue contusion."

The head of the snake-shaped superior angel is nearly ten meters high, and the exposed sharp metal fangs fit together tightly, reflecting the sunlight above the clouds.The elegant streamlined body is covered with gems and halos, the geometric metal wings and the clock with rubies inlaid on the top of its head and complex patterns all highlight the perfection of this creature.

This was a behemoth. Compared with it, Salomon was like a newborn kitten. But the moment the superior angel saw him, it backed away crazily as if it had encountered a natural enemy, trying to escape from Salomon. pursuit.The only ones who could be called a threat were the few intermediate power angels accompanying the superior angel.The jetpack behind Salomon sprayed out a scorching cone of flame, pushing him towards the snake-shaped superior angel in front of him.At least five intermediate angels and a large number of lower-level angels stepped forward to stop him, but in the face of Salomon who had unlocked the stigmata and the holy sword that was gradually lighting up, those intermediate angels could not hold on for long.

"Stop!" The superior angel has enough intelligence to be able to talk and think.

The face of the snake-shaped superior angel is located below the head, like a cobra. It also erects its upper body like a cobra, flapping its deformed small wings and golden claws.No matter what the appearance is, no matter how urgent the situation is, the voice of the superior angel remains quiet and peaceful, with a sense of tranquility and sublimity, and is even accompanied by a high-pitched chant chorus in the void.When Salomon penetrated the white porcelain skin and bright red flesh of the intermediate angels and lower angels, and broke through the clouds with the smell of rosemary all over his body, the upper-level angel immediately shouted.

"We can talk. We just want Umbra's witch!"

Salomon responded with a hail of bolts.

It is different from the explosive bombs used by others. The explosive warheads he uses are all alchemy products made by himself. The runes engraved on them can enhance his chance of hitting. The alloy materials used in those warheads also contain trace amounts of vibration. Jin, under the influence of high explosives, the projectile can even drill a small penetrating wound in the body of the superior angel, causing a cavity effect and messing up its internal organs.Although the superior angels can heal quickly, even if the superior angels are resistant to attribute attacks, the pain caused by the enchanted bombs cannot be easily dispelled.What's more, every bullet that hits the snake-shaped superior angel will erupt with flames and lightning, and the bone powder of black magic creatures is extremely poisonous to creatures from the upper planes.

Likewise, he also possesses explosive bombs mixed with metal from the upper planes, which can be replaced as the situation requires.If it weren't for the witches hating the roughness of bolt guns, he would even want to replace them with such sturdy and durable firearms. If it weren't for the alchemical materials being too expensive, he would also want to replace all armed personnel in the Immortal City with such warheads.

The jet engine faithfully performed its duty, propelling Salomon as it roared like a meteor into the marble face of the superior angel.

"Did you see it?"

"Of course I saw it." While Bayonetta trampled a little angel to death, she stood on tiptoes and looked across the river bank towards Midtown.No one could ignore the huge figure falling from the sky. The witches' vision and magic allowed them to see more clearly, including the blood spurting out from the superior angel.The blood dispersed into the air like a light rain, and residents of Brooklyn and Queens were surprised to find that they suddenly smelled the strong scent of rosemary.If one compares the temperatures in Manhattan with those in Brooklyn, one will find that the temperature in some Brooklyn neighborhoods has increased by at least two degrees Celsius, all because the superior angel is bleeding.

"You will pay the price for what you disgusting creatures did before!"

Salomon swung his sword one after another, methodically using the blade and explosion to cut open the blood and flesh of the superior angel, peeling off the skin and muscles.He activated his jetpack from time to time to avoid the angel's huge metal claws, allowing the superior angel's metal claws to claw away his white porcelain skin, which was comparable to high-strength alloys, and his blood-red armor inlaid with gold.He was covered in rosemary-scented angel blood, which evaporated into golden spots of light.He was also glowing, and the blazing holy sword and the blazing holy mark worked together, allowing him to kill the superior angel leisurely and slowly, implanting the concept of pain deeply into this soul, even if he knew that this Superior angels will never be resurrected, and there will never be a day when they come to the real plane.

Some lucky or unlucky people who have their heads drenched with angel blood that has not had time to evaporate will find that the chronic diseases and injuries that have been bothering them will suddenly heal, while some originally healthy bodies will suffer from uncontrolled cell proliferation. Got cancer out of nowhere.The latter is more difficult to detect, but the former, such as the recovery of sight by the blind and the healing of the lame, is more obvious.So soon some more pious guys will claim that they have received divine inspiration and want to "save the United States, restore order to the Protestants and kill gays, blacks, and Mexican smugglers.", or "destroy the United States and restore the Protestants." order, kill gays and black people, and Mexican smugglers."

The difference between the two is actually not big.

But that was what happened later, and now the future popes are scrambling, because the witches' battleground has moved from Williamsburg to the Greenpoint community.Most Polish immigrants live here. There are a large number of restaurants, bars and live music venues. There are not many high-rise buildings. Instead, the most are warehouses rented by poor artists.

This gives the witches room to show off their skills.

"It looks like he did a good job." Bayonetta turned around quickly and fired a shot behind her.The bullet struck a superior cherubim in the marble face.Not long ago, angels of the same type tried to besiege the Witch, but Salomon killed it with its own great sword.The witch was very satisfied that such an opponent was not completely dead. If all the superior angels were killed by Salomon, how could she be a night cowgirl in the future.

Just as Cherubim rushed forward with his giant sword, the huge arm summoned by the braided black hair suddenly punched forward. Madam Butterfly, the devil contracted by Bayonetta, excitedly urged Bayonetta to summon again. She, but the witch habitually ignored this urging.

"Then it's our job."