When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1252 - 532: Lost Paradise and Lost Paradise

After removing the Binding of "Taurus," the speed of the Fallen Celestial Marshal was swift and agile.

If he wished, he could certainly change direction—if he attacked from the side, the Sky Rakshasa wouldn’t be able to block the strike; even if he attacked from the front, he could change his attack path and punch through the chest!

—Yet he insisted on confronting the enlarged Sky Rakshasa head-on!

But rather than saying that the Sky Rakshasa "luckily caught the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s attack"—it’s more accurate to say the Fallen Celestial Marshal aimed at his axe!

The Fallen Celestial Marshal intended to destroy the Sky Rakshasa’s Weapon, shattering his past!

Because the Sky Rakshasa was once an Angel Envoy of the Supreme Heaven, named "Rakshasa," while the Fallen Celestial Marshal considered himself related to the Winged Celestial Marshal, the predecessor of Supreme Heaven. The "Giants" were characterized by their tall stature, one of the traits of the Winged Ones; they delighted in consuming the flesh of their kin, remnants of "Nibiru’s" essence... in other words, "Giants" are the servant race of the Winged Ones.

To the Fallen Celestial Marshal, the Sky Rakshasa is a traitor!

Killing him may be unlikely—since Saint John could dismiss the Angel Envoy summon at any time. Moreover, it held no meaning for the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

Yet, to permanently destroy his Weapon, the long spear symbolizing his fight for Supreme Heaven—this was the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s judgment upon him!

The Fallen Celestial Marshal’s true Authority was "Sin and Punishment Heavenly Department!"

And at this moment, the Great Guardian charged again—

—he obviously knew that the Fallen Celestial Marshal was incredibly strong!

With just three punches, he defeated two Angel Envoys... all of whom were summoned by Saint John at the cost of burning life!

He himself was far inferior to any of these Angel Envoys.

However, the Great Guardian saw clearly—the Fallen Celestial Marshal relied on absorbing the power of that purple The Sun to deliver these three punches. Now, his right hand was devoid of flames, so if they needed to counterattack... this moment was the "relatively weakest Fallen Celestial Marshal!"

And his speed was the fastest!

This instantaneous assault could only be completed by him—

The Great Guardian’s judgment was correct.

The Fallen Celestial Marshal’s speed, which even a Fifth Energy Level Transcendent couldn’t perceive, didn’t seem to be his permanent ability. The Fallen Celestial Marshal couldn’t react in time to defend against the Great Guardian’s tempest-like barrage, managing only to use the wings behind him to protect his chest.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang—

Sound like iron being struck and as continuous as wind chimes, kept ringing.

The Great Guardian’s storm swept forward like a whirlwind, tearing the sky apart with incredible force!

Yet...

He couldn’t even pierce through the Great Guardian’s defense.

"...Is this it?"

Even the Fallen Celestial Marshal chuckled.

He grasped the Great Guardian’s neck with one hand, lifting him directly from the Gryphon!

Philip was about to launch an attack—a maneuver able to annihilate a legion within ten breaths, a Gryphon’s dance capable of massacring Dragons!

Yet, he was kicked down by the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

The Fallen Celestial Marshal held the Great Guardian’s neck, mocking, "I’m thinking of getting a cat."

But just then, the dignified voice of Ligeia rang out:

[—Release him!]

In the next moment, the Fallen Celestial Marshal released his grip.

As Philip struggled to support his scarred body, attempting to catch the Great Guardian.

The Fallen Celestial Marshal extended his right hand, firing a barrage of purple magic bullets!

The falling Great Guardian’s body surface radiated the Preservation Arts glow—yet those magic bullets roared like machine guns, shattering the shield of Preservation Arts and tearing him and Philip to pieces!

"...I absolutely hate being ordered around."

The Fallen Celestial Marshal showed his discontent.

His wings fully spread out, straightened—

In the next instant, he teleported before Ligeia.

Ligeia had already transformed into a Dragon using the Ascension Sorcerer’s power, but the Fallen Celestial Marshal punched and sent the Dragon flying!

His expression grew increasingly ruthless: "Is it still using that guy’s power..."

Wings stretched straight—

The Fallen Celestial Marshal teleported again to Ligeia’s back, grabbing her tail, spinning fiercely like killing a snake, then slinging her out like a meteor hammer—

Already with all her bones shattered, Ligeia crashed straight into a mountain range!

The Fallen Celestial Marshal’s next target was aimed at Insect Amber.

His spell priority was the highest, even the Fallen Celestial Marshal couldn’t claim certain immunity.

Although killing him was actually the simplest.

The Fallen Celestial Marshal flew towards the ruins already torn apart by battle aftershocks, the fallen aura seeping out, corrupting the Earth.

He stretched out his hand to grab a piece of Earth—rupturing a large half of a small town!

Over twenty dilapidated buildings were on that piece of land alone.

The Fallen Celestial Marshal flew straight into the sky, smacking it down like a giant plank, smashing it heavily toward Insect Amber!

When just facing pure physical impact, Preservation Arts could only unload force—transferring the damage to the Earth.

However, if "two pieces of Earth" clamp down from above and below, the user of Preservation Arts would be crushed into fragments! ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

—Once upon a time, the ceremony of the Tower of Heaven exhausted the wisdom of the world’s Truth, gathering the Strength of the masses from the entire world, achieving the Holy Number eleven.

This ritual was hosted by Lucifer, the Master of Tower of Heaven.

The former Lucifer was the most adept at spellcraft among the Winged Ones!

Even those ruins themselves were inscribed by Preservation Arts through Lucifer’s remaining consciousness—the Fallen Celestial Marshal himself knew well about the weaknesses and taboos of Preservation Arts?

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