Chapter 794: The Power of Faith (Second Change)

"I didn't know that those idiots could manipulate modern warfare weapons." Beunita, dressed in a white dress, stood at the intersection of Fifth Avenue, observing with her eyes the shapes that ordinary people couldn't see above Fifth Avenue. The birdman with wings stood on the fighter plane looking for his target, and the pilot sitting in the cockpit suddenly found that he had completely lost control of the plane. The plane he was driving was diving at an alarming speed and flying towards Manhattan at low altitude like a float.

The pilot hurriedly issued a warning and called for help to his companions.

The people on the ground also noticed the situation. After all, no one could ignore a fighter jet making a high-decibel noise flying over their heads at such a close distance, let alone the head of this plane was facing the building. The noise grew louder, the noses lowered, the jets created a hurricane that swept through all the Christmas decorations in the streets, the sound of the engines shattered fragile glass, and a shower of shining snow fell on Fifth Avenue.

Bayunita raised her chin, revealing her beautiful face covered by a wide-brimmed hat.

A pure white Choker embroidered with white roses was tied around her slender neck, and her graceful shoulders shone against the gray fringe of the high-slit pure white rose dress. She took out two brand new pistols, hummed a Christmas carol, and waited for the battle to come as if she was waiting for a knight to charge.

The angels waved the weapons in their hands, and without hesitation drove the fighter jets to accelerate towards them.

The pilot activated the ejection seat as the plane skidded over a building. The plane is hopeless, and this tragedy will go down in American history, comparable to 9/11. The pilot flew out just before the plane hit the ground, and at the moment of ejection from the cockpit, the pilot was still considering what kind of charges he would get and whether he would live long enough to leave prison.

Breathing stopped suddenly, whether it was a falling plane or flying Christmas shop flyers, it seemed to freeze in the air. Engine noise was stretched into a monotonous line, music played in stores was reduced to mumbled mumbles, and the panicked expressions of pilots and passers-by were clearly visible. The witches worked together, and Joan turned the accelerator and jumped onto the plane on a motorcycle. She swung the rear of the car, knocking the pilot and his flaming ejection seat out of the way. After Joan's work was over, Bayonetta casually walked over and gave a beautiful kick to the nose of the fighter jet. As if something had exploded, most people still didn’t understand what happened. The fighter jet that was supposed to crash rushed straight into the sky in the blink of an eye, violating the maneuvering rules that all engines could do.

It's hard to imagine that those long, muscular legs wrapped in silk stockings could possess such terrifying strength.

Bayunita stretched out her palm wrapped in a long glove, and gracefully grabbed the falling vintage wide-brimmed hat.

"What did the little boy say?" Joan asked.

"Do whatever we want," Bayonetta replied with a smile. She put back her wide-brimmed hat with its delicate rosette, and said something that an intellectual woman should not say, a far cry from the image she usually tried to disguise. "I've been waiting for this day."

"Is he coming?"

"He's still looking for his armor. Salomon thinks that the angel's sudden appearance this time must be accompanied by a conspiracy." Seeing what Beunita said, Joan disdainfully said words like "sissy" and "softie". Bayonetta caught a glimpse of five Sisterhood fighters leaping from the roof, clad in black power armor and carrying flame-spitting steel wings. Armed with longswords and bolters, they landed nearby in a graceful arc of flame. They could see blurred images of the invisible creatures, but could not clearly see their feathers, halos, and armor.

"But he still cares about us, doesn't he?" The black-haired witch narrowed her eyes happily. "Girls, follow up. I know he cherishes your lives, so stay away from the center of the battle."

"We will not back down!" The witch's words were no different than an insult to the sisterhood, and the leading artificial man said in a deep voice, "Even if we die here, we will not tarnish the honor of the monarch."

Joan snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, "Then you all follow closely, and let us see what the sword in your hand can do."

"Sisters, we will destroy all the enemies of the monarch, including these evil spirits! With blades and bombs, faith and flames!" The leading artificial man activated the long sword and steel wings in his hand, and rushed towards the creatures with bird heads with fanaticism. Surprisingly, the artificial man's long sword glowing with lightning actually cut into the false angel's body, and colorless blood spurted out. Immediately afterwards, she took out the angel cleanly with two bombs, and there was a slight scratch on the armor, but there was no blood. It was impossible, but it happened.

"Come out, evil spirit!" With Catherine's roar, the invisible thing that was originally like a silhouette suddenly took shape, like a glass block in flowing water. Still can't see the details, but enough for the Sisterhood to seize the opportunity to attack them.

"Lady Catherine!"

"Shut up, swing your sword!" Catherine charged towards the next enemy, the steel wings seemed to be real wings, "Death in battle is glory!"

The mystic, wearing the robe of the relic cloth, walked into the temple, followed by Wanda Maximoff. When they opened the door, they found that all the deacons here were in a hurry. Master Daniel even activated the Agamotto crystal ball urgently, trying to find out the scale of the invasion from the outer dimension through this artifact.

"How is it?" Salomon asked.

Master Daniel pointed to the crystal ball, "See for yourself."

The Agamotto crystal ball faithfully reflects the scale of the event. Like an ugly scar, New York is only the corner of this scar. "We don't know why this happened, and there is no sign." Master Daniel said solemnly, "Someone has already salvaged the fragments of the incident in the cauldron of the universe, and His Holiness has also received all the information about this incident. New York is not the center of this incident. There is only one way to explain the abnormal phenomenon today."

"The reason why those disgusting guys appeared was because of the command of certain things, otherwise they should have been scattered and died in the turbulent star war." Salomon said. The moment he saw the enemy, he had already deduced the outline of the incident. "Regardless of what brings them together again, the existence of the Witch is crucial."

"Yes." The old guy showed no sign of his usual unreliability at the moment, "The Eye of the World, remember? The power of half a god, the residue of the first movement to destroy the gods."

"Does Ms. Calamity have anything to say?" Salomon mentioned the mad woman who is now living in the headquarters in the Himalayas. The woman's parentage is unknown, but her prophecy and perception abilities are very powerful. However, Master Daniel shook his head and claimed that the crazy woman was painting on the wall besides eating, and she didn't even wear a pair of shoes. "Then what about those paintings? I don't believe that anyone would ignore the paintings drawn by witches with extraordinary perception. There must be some kind of symbol or allegory."

"Some people did think so at first, but I don't think SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick have any meaning." Master Daniel grinned, "Don't think about it too complicated, as long as you turn off the TV, she won't be able to draw!"

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