Chapter 79: Chapter79-The Angel''s Roar


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    On the street.


    Pedestrians and mages hurriedly fled in terror, the cries of children and the panicked screams of people blending into a cacophony.


    The news of the Fallen Angel approaching had spread throughout the imperial capital, causing great panic like a plague.


    Especially as more and more people in the city died tragically, frozen into ice sculptures under the influence of the Fallen Angel''s aura, only to shatter into powder amidst the tremors.


    Scenes like a living hell turned the capital into complete chaos.


    Amidst the crowd fleeing in terror from the path of the Fallen Angel, Owen, wielding the Spear of Longinus, moved against the flow of people.


    Leaping and running along rooftops, he steadily approached the incoming Fallen Angel. When Owen reached the south of the city, he paused slightly.


    This was originally where the Council of Elders was stationed, now plunged into a chaotic battle.


    Mages from the Chrysanthemum Hotel, led by Leslie, were fiercely battling against the mages of the Council of Elders.


    The fight was incredibly intense.


    The blue brick ground was already full of potholes, chaotic magical fluctuations rising and falling like tides.


    Large sections of buildings had collapsed, turning into seas of fire, with black smoke pillars shooting straight into the sky.


    The mages of the Council of Elders had all received the best training, with high-quality staffs and skills.


    The mages under Leslie''s command, on the other hand, had a rougher demeanor, displaying a variety of magical skills, most of them quite ordinary.


    However, in terms of timing, proficiency, and the ferocity of their attacks, they far exceeded the mages of the Council of Elders, clearly having been honed through blood and fire.


    At this point, both sides were evenly matched, the sound of explosions continuous, and the casualties severe.


    The battle had reached a fever pitch, with both sides fighting to the death.


    Even with the Fallen Angel about to pass through, neither side showed any signs of retreating or leaving.


    Overall, although the battle was becoming increasingly intense, the mages of the Council of Elders were beginning to have thoughts of retreat and lacked the resolve of those battle- hardened mages.


    If this continued, the mages of the Council of Elders were bound to be defeated.


    Owen let out a slight sigh of relief.


    However, just as he relaxed and prepared to head straight for the Fallen Angel, he noticed a figure materializing before him.


    "Ymir?"


    The moment he saw the figure, Owen''s eyelids twitched, and he quickly looked around, not seeing John''s figure anywhere.


    "Owen, leave now! The power of the Fallen Angel is far beyond what you can contend with. Once he targets you, you''re as good as dead, and even I can''t save you!"ir''s stunning face was extremely serious, her beautiful eyes fixed stubbornly on Owen. "The Fallen Angel is indeed very powerful, but I have the Spear of Longinus!"


    Owen knew that Ymir appeared here because of the contract ring, not out of genuine concern for him, so he did not back down, clutching the spear in his hand tightly.


    "Spear of Longinus?!"


    The horn-like curved blade it held in a reverse grip had a nick on its edge, with cracks starting


    to spread from the nick.


    With its weapon damaged, the Fallen Angel stared intently at the Spear of Longinus in Owen''s hand, its dread and madness growing even stronger, a fear rooted deep in its bloodline!


    This innate killing intent was even stronger than its desire to kill Leslie, the contractor.


    It seemed as if Owen was its natural arch-enemy, destined for a fight to the death!


    This feeling, like an invisible hand, drove the Fallen Angel to attack Owen until one of them


    perished!


    The Fallen Angel''s aura pressed in from all directions, turning the world pitch black, devoid


    of light and color.


    The Fallen Angel''s figure merged completely with the darkness.


    Endless darkness, like chattering black insects, swarmed toward Owen with murderous intent.


    Owen gripped his spear tightly with both hands, the blood-colored killing intent radiating from him, staining the earth and the void around him red.


    The waves of blood surged and crashed against the encroaching darkness, emitting a piercing


    wail and forcing the night to retreat continuously.


    Under the killing intent of the Spear of Longinus, the eerie domain conjured by the Fallen Angel could not affect Owen. Instead, the ever-expanding killing intent continuously drove it


    back.


    This seemed to be within the Fallen Angel''s expectations.


    "Abyss, absolute darkness!"


    The deep, ethereal voice sounded, reaching Owen''s ears in an instant.


    A dark halo, like an enormous black ring, descended from the sky.


    As the halo fell, houses, earth, and roots quickly turned insubstantial, becoming the deepest,


    darkest abyss.


    In the abyss, wisps of black smoke swirled, revealing countless pairs of glowing black eyes


    gazing up at the heavens from its depths.


    Then, one after another, decayed, withered hands slowly reached out toward Owen.


    This decay seemed capable of corroding even time itself, turning the world into a desolate


    autumn yellow.


    Wails and moans echoed endlessly across the land.


    Owen felt his hearing gradually disappear, followed by his sight, smell... it was as if he was sinking into a state of complete sensory deprivation.