The huge rocks produced by the explosion of the Glorious Wing Tower also hit the four adjacent towers. The power of these huge rocks was no less than that of the most powerful siege magic. They flew out from the nearest place, hitting the defense arrays on the four towers and causing them to burst out with magical light. However, no matter how powerful the defense array was, it was difficult to resist the physical damage caused by the huge rocks. The four towers soon became scarred. The Ice Tower closest to the Glorious Wing Tower was even hit with a smiley face-like notch at one-third of the way. Coincidentally, this was the energy node inside the Ice Tower. This collision once again triggered an internal explosion of the Ice Tower. One-third of the Ice Tower fell down like a collapsed building block and hit the top floor of the shortest Healer Tower, directly cutting off the spire and the top two floors of the Healer Tower.
The spire of the Shining Wing Tower was lifted into the air by the force of the explosion, crashed into the inner side of the capital's protective magic circle, and was rebounded by the tough shield, finally landing in the pond of the palace garden, splashing water all over the garden. More large and small fragments flew towards the surrounding noble district, crushing many surrounding houses.
The rubble turned into a rain of stones, smashing mercilessly on the enemies surrounding the two towers, making them flee in panic.
However, the mages and soldiers killed by the explosion of the Shining Wing Tower were not the most miserable people. At this time, the war angels in the tower and the elite enemies besieging the war angels were bearing the full force of the explosion in the magic tower.
Before the dust from the explosion settled, an old man with green light flashing all over his body escaped from the center of the explosion, followed closely by a war angel holding a huge blade wheel.
Both of them looked very embarrassed. The priest's robe was torn and the hem was missing. Most of his hair was burnt. He didn't look like a noble Golden Branch priest. The war angel following behind him had lost many of his wings, and the remaining wings flickered. There were several scars and blood on his face, and it looked like he was seriously injured.
“Sariel, you, you are so crazy! You actually blew up a magic tower in the capital. They are all dead, so many people died just like that!” The Golden Branch Priest was Gibran. He was breathing heavily and his expression was ferocious, as if someone had strangled him by the throat. “I will not let you go for this revenge! From now on, I will not accept the surrender of the Tower of Shining Wings.”
Sariel was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was stout and had rugged features. Despite being seriously injured, he still spoke with full energy: "Very well, I will not accept the surrender of the Temple of Nature either!"
Sariel looked back at the Shining Wing Tower that had disappeared in the explosion. He said repeatedly: "Good! Good! Good! This is the end that the Shining Wing Tower should have. Did you forget before you attacked us? What kind of heritage is the Shining Wing Tower? Even after the fall of the God of War, we never gave up fighting. Before each of us fell, the only wish was to let an enemy die with us! Anyone who challenges us must be prepared to face death with us. Now is the time. Since your helpers have disappeared in this explosion, catching up with them with me is your best destination!"
"Damn it! Stop him!" Gibran roared. The knights and priests of the Knights Templar all tried their best to get close to him. Even the two great knights who were besieging Gabriel decisively gave up on him and rushed towards Gibran. However, none of them could get closer than Sariel, and none of them could reach a higher level than Sariel. They were like a group of futile horses chasing a vigorous flying dragon.
When Sariel, who was at the peak of the master level, held the Wheel of Destruction, he was infinitely close to a Saint. He mobilized all his fighting spirit and magic power, and the light wings behind him surged again. His figure turned into a silver lightning and rushed towards Gibran.
The Wheel of Destruction usually looks like a blade wheel as tall as a person, inlaid with countless sharp blades. At this time, Sariel poured all his energy into this weapon of the God of War. The silver-white Wheel of Destruction gradually turned blood red. When it was red enough to drip blood, it suddenly broke into dozens of sharp blades, turning into a torrent of steel and rushing towards Gibran. At this time, Sariel looked like a translucent outline, like a shadow accompanying these bright red blades.
"Sacrifice to the God of War!" Fear flashed in Gibran's eyes. Sacrifice to the God of War was the final blow launched at the cost of one's own life. The high-ranking war angels poured all their energy into the weapons of the God of War, allowing these divine weapons to gain attack power far beyond their realm.
Gibran's hands flew, constantly summoning green light curtains to block in front of him. There were shadows of countless plants in these light curtains. This was the defensive magic in the God-given magic of the Nature Temple, "Ode to Green", the Tree Soul Curtain. It would draw strength from the surrounding plants. If the environment was right, each light curtain could at least withstand one attack from the saint.
However, such magic collapsed one by one before Sariel's attack. Those bright red blades were lined up in a row, and two of them could shatter a light curtain. No matter how powerful Gibran was, he couldn't release dozens of light curtains in a row.
The Tree Soul Curtain was completely shattered, and the artifact ring on his hand once again turned into a large shield wrapped in tree vines. This vine shield could block the Blade of Destruction, but when more than a dozen blades were inserted into it and exploded together, the vine shield also broke into withered fragments.
At this time, the last Blade of Destruction passed through the withered vines and rushed straight to Gibran's chest. The Golden Branch Priest retreated quickly while using all his Saint-level spiritual power to tightly entangle the last knife. He found that the energy emanating from the Blade of Destruction could actually hurt his spirit. The burning and bloodthirsty power continued to erode his spiritual power. However, the Saint-level spiritual power was so strong that no matter how much spiritual power the knife consumed, he had more spiritual power to replenish it. Finally, he blocked the knife less than an inch away from his chest.
The bright red on the knife slowly faded and turned into silver-white again. Gibran reached out and grabbed the knife, and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Sariel was not a true saint, and he was still a long way from being one.
But at this moment, a human-shaped shadow drilled into the last Blade of Destruction. The silver-white knife instantly turned as black as ink and slippery. The knife was like a swimming fish, breaking free from Gibran's hand and suddenly drilling into Gibran's chest.
"Your time has come, come with me." Gibran heard Sariel's voice in his mind.
"This... is despicable..." Gibran covered his chest with both hands, trying to suppress the knife with his mental power, but with a loud bang, the last artifact exploded, and Gibran's body was also reduced to ashes...