Douluo Continent: My Days in the Tang Sect.

Chapter 1329 Eight-Winged Holy Light Angel

The special attribute of holy angels is to ward off evil.

It can enhance its own power while eliminating evil spirits.

Just as Zhongli Wu was stunned, the Holy Light Missile expanded again, like a drill bit driven into Zhongli Wu's protective soul power.

Of course, this Holy Light Missile was not enough to break through Zhongli Wu's protective soul power, after all, he was one foot in the threshold of Limit Douluo.

But in the moment he was lost in thought, he sent a signal to the outside world.

The Angel series of weapon soul tools are effective!

Upon seeing this, the scattered city defense troops immediately organized a counterattack.

They fought and retreated simultaneously.

Especially the combat personnel of the various world nobles in Oak City, they are not short of money, and they all buy high-end level nine soul tools!

"Heavy Soul-Guided Cannon Shells, Ready!"

One after another, large soul-guided cannons were aimed at Zhongliwu, who was somewhat lost in thought.

For a time, the remaining noble families displayed a tenacious spirit of resistance and a high degree of tacit understanding.

They knew very well that their survival depended on whether the angelic soul tools in their hands could be effective.

When Zhongli Wu came to his senses, he saw that the ruined city of Oak below was suddenly filled with golden light, and thousands of golden lights burst forth.

Numerous soul-guided rays and soul-guided projectiles flew out, their target Zhongli Wu.

"not good."

Sensing the threat of a large number of level-nine soul-guided cannonballs, Zhongli Wu abandoned the corpse of the City Guardian Douluo, gripped the Death Scythe, and began to swing it.

He never expected that there would be such a so-called Holy Light Soul Guidance Device in Oak City.

Damn the Okudu Chamber of Commerce!

Damn Ye Nanxiao!

If an ordinary Title Douluo were to face an overwhelming barrage of level-nine soul tools, he would probably panic and flee by any means necessary.

But Zhongli Wu disdained to run away.

He is Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult!

With a flick of the Grim Reaper's scythe, a terrifying blade of light and malevolent energy slashed forth.

All the soul-guided cannonballs were detonated a hundred meters away from him.

Not a single soul-guided cannonball could get close to Zhongliwu.

That's what he thought.

But what happened next was something he hadn't anticipated.

The explosion of numerous soul-guided cannonballs caused the raw materials containing holy light energy to uniformly produce a reaction of devouring evil energy and strengthening themselves.

This also led to the formation of a storm of holy light by chance, under Zhongliwu's violent methods.

The Angel Armed series of soul tools uses the best energy-storing metal materials and high-energy-concentration core array sequences. These are combined with other detonation devices to make the name of the Holy Angel known.

The metal material stores the maximum amount of holy light energy, restoring nearly 70% of the holy light's energy.

Although it hasn't reached 80% of the best compatibility, Zhongli Wu's murderous aura is currently the best catalyst.

Zhongli Wu realized something was wrong. The holy light in front of him suddenly turned into a storm while he was in a daze!

"Damn it!"

However, Zhongliwu did not take this storm of holy light seriously.

Death swung its scythe, bringing down a force of immense power.

The formed storm of holy light was instantly annihilated by more than half.

This was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the remaining people of Oak City.

But when it comes to life-or-death crises, some people become even more clear-headed.

"The attack is effective! We're going to die anyway! Let's go all out and fight! There's still a glimmer of hope!"

More and more soul-guided cannons were deployed. One advantage of aristocratic families is that they love to accumulate resources.

As a major border city, the number of nobles in Oak City is comparable to that in Mingdu City.

"Level 9 Fixed-Mount Soul-Guided Cannon! Prepare!"

In an instant, Zhongli Wu saw the fiery afterimages of hundreds of soul-guided cannon shells, of which more than fifteen were level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells.

These aristocratic families were really working themselves to the bone, emptying their coffers.

The Holy Light Storm was replenished once more, like a Qilin devouring evil spirits.

Zhongli Wu finally felt the pressure. Those ants from Oak City! They actually sacrificed the permanent damage to their level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon to force a short-term charge and fire of a fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell!

Unexpectedly, in addition to the Oak City garrison pulling out all four of their best-kept level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells, there were also those cowardly nobles who leeched off the common people!

That's a tricky idea!

Zhongli Wu was having a headache. Holy Light was annoying enough, but now there were also Level 9 fixed-position soul-guided cannons, which made it even more troublesome.

Moreover, Zhongliwu cannot consume too much soul power now.

Every bit of his soul power at this moment is precious.

After all, this stuff can't burn for very long as fuel.

In order to fight Ye Nanxiao to the death, Zhong Liwu was going all out.

If we fail, we'll all go to hell together!

Under the storm of holy light, Zhongli Wu captured more than a dozen powerful individuals, slaughtered them, and extracted their souls. After assessing whether he had enough "keys" to activate the grand formation, he turned and left.

Let the remaining ants live.

In any case, Zhongli Wu wouldn't care about the life or death of the ants. Since the goal had been achieved, it didn't matter whether these ants lived or died.

Zhongli Wu needs to hurry.

When the Grim Reaper, exuding an aura of death, departed, none of the surviving people of Oak City could believe it.

The ruined city of Ork was eerily quiet. No one dared to make any big moves, letting the storm of holy light continuously devour the remaining malevolent energy.

Fifteen minutes later, a young master who had been holding back his anger suddenly ran to a corner of the wall.

"Holy crap! Young Master Zhang, can't you hold back a little?! This is a major battle! One wrong move and you're dead!"

"I'm going crazy! So what if I die! I can't just suffocate! Damn it, I was just riding on Little Red Flower a moment ago!"

Young Master Zhang was also terrified by the brush with death, and for a moment he forgot about his physical condition. Only now that the suspected death threat had dissipated did he calm down.

Once he calmed down, his overworked kidneys began to protest.

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To save face, Young Master Zhang jumped out of the bunker and let loose.

In the silent and ruined city of Orc, amidst the spectacular storm of holy light, a voice that sparked countless speculations arose.

Seeing the young master Zhang happily letting the water go, the guards suddenly rushed out of their cover, ran to the young master Zhang's side, and, disregarding his current behavior, tossed him into the air.

Young Master Zhang was frightened, but during the release, he couldn't close the gate.

The remaining defenders of Oak City didn't care, after all, Young Master Zhang was the first "hero" to run out of the trenches and break the silence of the battlefield!

While he is called a "hero," he is actually a human-shaped detector.

The fact that Young Master Zhang was able to let the water go so easily means that the Grim Reaper has really left!

Surviving such a catastrophe can drive someone to utter madness.

"How long has it been since we got the Angel Armor! Thank goodness for the Holy Angels, waaaaah!"

A civilian holding a level-three charged soul-guided shield suddenly burst into tears of joy.

Although he was far away and unaffected by the evil aura, the impact of the strong soul force that sent the bricks and stones flying could still kill him!

If it weren't for the protection of the charged soul guide shield, he would already be a mangled corpse.

"Thankfully, the Aodu Chamber of Commerce was able to sell us civilians their angelic armor! Holy angels! Love the world!"

Immediately, knowledgeable people began explaining to those around them why the Angel series of weapons could hold back the evil energy and save their lives.

Ye Nanxiao's viral marketing campaign and generous discounts quickly amassed a large following.

Especially among ordinary people, a large number of fans are die-hard fans.

It was the Audu Chamber of Commerce that made them eligible to purchase and use soul tools.

It was this Angel series of weapons, which were accessible to civilians, that saved their lives!

Recalling the promotional slogan for the Angel series of weapons, "Angels protect humanity, holy light shines upon the world," they felt a sense of familiarity.

Because just now, those two slogans were actually happening right before their eyes.

"God so loved the world!"

One sigh after another rose in emotion, which grew stronger and stronger.

After immense pressure, people need to vent.

Shouting without spending money is also a way to vent.

"Holy angels!!! Protect humanity!!"

One sound after another reached the town center, which had been reduced to ruins.

Some survivors, who were quite strong and carried a lot of life-saving equipment, heard these shouts after waking up. They thought that the crisis had been resolved and that the "holy angel" had really appeared to save them, so they couldn't help but join the shouting and venting.

In an instant, all the survivors of Oak City were chanting the name of the Holy Angel.

"I will erect a memorial tablet for the Holy Angel! From this day forward, I will worship him day and night, praying that the Angel will bless my family!"

An elderly man clutched his charging soul tool tightly to his chest. Beside him were his family: two adults and an infant.

They survived by hiding in a dilapidated corner of a wall, thanks to the power of their soul-guided shield.

Looking at his infant grandson and his son and daughter-in-law who had only suffered minor scratches, the old man felt as if angels were protecting his family.

The surviving civilians shared the same sentiment as the old man, and they unanimously decided to erect memorial tablets for worship and prayer.

The surviving noble families also began to pay close attention to the Holy Angels. Although they were not as excited as the common people, they largely accepted the term "Holy Angels" in their hearts.

"We need to increase our order volume!"

"Quickly send men to Mingdu City to purchase goods! We must get there before the other old fogies!"

"Hurry up and buy it! While you're in line, just say you're followers of the Holy Angels! Cut in line and try to get a discount! Oh, and bring the video of what happened today!"

One after another, cries filled with intense longing or prayers for the holy angels occurred.

As the first memorial tablet inscribed with the four characters "Holy Angel" was erected, wisps of special mist, invisible to the naked eye and imperceptible to soul masters, drifted out from the prayer's body and rose into the air.

Where in the world are there still holy angels?

Only Ye Guyi, the eight-winged angel with the golden sword.

Little by little, great things are achieved; water gathers to form a deep pool.

While Ye Nanxiao was still busy in Mingdu City, he suddenly felt something and looked up. The pair of fox eyes lit up with golden light, and his gaze seemed to penetrate through many obstacles.

"Those special things have finally appeared?!" (End of Chapter)