Chapter 826: The Witch's Determination (Second Change)

Everything is going on as planned, and everyone knows that the decisive battle will be when the monarch appears.

Except for the artillery positions and anti-aircraft positions that must maintain fire suppression, the interaction between Angel and the Immortal City gradually subsided. There are no intact rocks near the Fenbowent mountainside, and the original intact ridge now looks like it has been bitten by a titan. But such a blow can still be tolerated by the angels, because only the lower-level angels and intermediate-level angels died. These guys who have never studied military theory do not know why the Immortal City has to build such a three-dimensional defense network. As for the Immortal City restricting them from leaving, the angels don't care much about this kind of thing, they never thought of leaving Fenbowent.

With the help of Victoria Hand's vicious mind and pragmatism, some ornately decorated baroque boxes that Baron Mordo repeatedly stated that he should try not to touch were transported into the position, and the contents were also mixed into the flamethrower fuel without hesitation. At this moment, the angels still don't know what kind of weapons Victoria Hand has prepared for them.

Due to the nature of the weapon, these flamethrowers were given to the Sisterhood for use.

Tita didn't have the troubles of Sophia at all. She didn't need to worry about her soldiers being corrupted by the opponent's power during the battle. The Sisterhood had already defined these enemies as "false angels" and used their firm beliefs as weapons to resist the opponent's "hypocritical witchcraft." To be honest, even the head of the intelligence department couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then glanced at the Karma Taj mystic who was standing aside, but Agent Hand was always calm and calm, so she skipped this topic calmly.

"And this batch of ultra-fine powder ashes is not used here." Tita pretended not to see Victoria Hand's expression. "According to the monarch's order, we should scatter that batch of ashes on Finbowente Mountain to weaken the witchcraft of those false angels."

"Another higher priority order issued by the monarch is that the frontline commanders have the authority to adjust their tactics." Agent Hand shook his head, "I have done experiments, and the use of military flamethrower fuel and ashes will not be affected after mixing. What's more, we don't have enough ashes of black magic creatures on hand—"

Agent Hand glanced at Mordo, and Baron Mordo shrugged. Creatures from outer dimensions either sneaked into the main material plane through various dimensional gaps, or came to the main material plane after being sacrificed by intelligent creatures. Kama Taj would not consider showing mercy when hunting them. It is lucky to have a whole body, and not many were thrown to the immortal city to be burned into ashes. Karma Taj is not responsible for this kind of thing, it can only be said that it is bad luck.

"——I have the authority to maximize the effectiveness of these weapons. If you don't mind, I still have a few tasks for experimental weapons to complete." Victoria Hand turned and continued to look at the holographic projection command table, "Please also prepare for battle, the monarch may appear at any time, we must follow in his footsteps, this is the meaning of his creation of this organization. Please also notify the Guards to prepare, his personal vehicle has parked on the tarmac, and now it is time for him to work. I don't want to hear him staying on the battleship and refusing to participate It's a matter of ordinary war, tell him that only the front line is the best place to protect the monarch."

Salomon wasn't involved much.

He stood on the towering rock of the floating island, overlooking Beunita and the summoned Madame Butterfly beating up the little thief who stole Joan's soul. Although they are located in abysses of different depths, they are also nominally on an equal footing with Madame Butterfly and Madame Styx. Moreover, Mrs. Butterfly seems to have robbed Mrs. Thorn's things more than once in the past (or what Mrs. Thorn thought was hers), so the long hatred between these two female demons has surpassed human history-he could see clearly that the soul of Joan of Arc was swallowed by this Mrs. Thorn named Enawin.

Bayonetta took the opportunity to fight back and sent a telepathic message to the mystic, "Honey, did you see that boy?"

"No!" Salomon replied loudly, this is the most simple way, so as to avoid crowding out the witch's fighting thinking. He occasionally fires a bomb to regulate Lady Thorn's movements, lest Bayonetta should inadvertently injure himself. It wasn't until the lady of the thorns proudly declared that as long as she digested Joan's soul, she would have the power to kill Lady Butterfly. Then he fired a bomb magazine at the lady of the thorns, blowing up her crimson flesh and blood corolla.

"Find him!" said the witch. "The sage will not let him go!"

"You know who the sage is now, right?" Salomon didn't choose to answer in a rude way this time, but sent this question into Bayonetta's soul like blowing feathers. However, the Witch's answer was quite cold, and the frivolous style that has continued to this day seems to have suddenly disappeared, like a cold forest covered by heavy snow. "I know," she said. "If I kill him once, I can kill him a second time. I won't hesitate."

After all, the demise of the Witch Clan is inseparable from the Sage Clan, and even Beunita's biological father. It is normal for Beunita to think so. Salomon tilted his head. "I think I can kill this demon with you first, and then we go find him together. Joan is still in its stomach, we have to dig her out and wash her clean, otherwise the stinky witch will not be pleasing." He said, "I think the snot-nosed brat can hold on now. After all, he has remembered who he is, and it will take some time for the sage to subdue him. Let's take a bath, have breakfast and sleep, dear. I want to see you in that tulle pajamas. "

Bayonetta was amused by him. "Go on, dear. I'll be there soon."

Although Rodin noticed the flow of arcane energy between Salomon and the Witch, he was not interested in knowing what the Mystic and the Witch had said. All he cared about was the work he was about to complete. The Lady Thorn in front of him is the most important material in the work that is about to be completed - he does not object to Salomon's departure, after all, the mystic is always on the side of the witch, and he does not want to bear the pressure from two aspects. When his network found out who took Joan's soul, he had already begun to prepare weapons that could hold the soul of Lady Thorn. He knew that there was a high probability of Lady Thorn's death, but in any case he couldn't let Beunita waste Lady Thorn's life.

When Beunita cut open Madame Thorn's abdomen and took Joan's soul out, Rodin stood in front of Madame Butterfly's one-person-high fist. To be exact, he blocked Madame Butterfly's fist with his hand. Madame Butterfly never knew what it means to be merciful, let alone facing an ancient enemy.

"What do you want, Rodin?" asked Bayonetta, raising her pistol.

"I just don't want you to be so wasteful." The fallen angel craftsman took out a device that had been prepared for a long time. "It's just one step away. This is a specially made device."

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