Chapter 670 Divine Retribution


    "I shall now pass judgment," the Angel dered, his voice echoing with divine authority. "Death!"


    The atmosphere crackled with tension as the Angel prepared for battle, his presence radiating an aura of divine power.


    Ren and Evie stood firm, their weapons at the ready, ready to face this celestial opponent.


    But before they could make a move, a thunderous battle cry erupted from the yers who had rushed into the scene.


    Their voices echoed with excitement and determination as they charged forward, their eyes alight with the prospect of iming first blood from what they believed to be a world boss.


    "Get ready, Evie," Ren said. "We''ll use these yers as fodders and chip away the Angel''s HP."


    Evie nodded, her grip on her staff tightening. "Got it."


    Ren smiled faintly. "Here theye."


    The sh began a chaotic symphony of shes, spells, and shouts filling the air as yers engaged both the Angel and other rival guilds for the firstblood.


    The Angel''s expression remained solemn as it met the yers'' onught with its divine spear. With a single swipe, multiple yers were sent flying, suffering staggering damage.


    yers who have weak DEF fell on the spot, unable to withstand the Angel''s divine might.


    Yet, instead of fear, jubtion filled the air among the yers.


    "It''s definitely a World Boss!"


    "Alert headquarters! We need more reinforcements!"


    Ren observed the yers'' audacity with a mix of amazement and amusement.


    Engaging a boss in an open field meant that anyone had a chance to defeat it, quest or not.


    The challenge was that alliances held no weight here; an individual yer''s death incurred an EXP penalty regardless of whether their group was wiped out or not.


    Ren and Evie stood back-to-back, their synergy impable as they countered attacks and strategized their moves in the chaos.


    Amidst the tumult, Ren''s voice pierced through the noise. "Ignore the yers. Focus on avoiding the Angel''s attacks!"


    Evie nodded, her concentration intense as she unleashed a potent spell, channeling her magical energy towards both Ren and herself.


    In an instant, multiple illusions of Ren and Evie flickered across the battlefield.


    The Angel momentarily paused, observing the situation without a flicker of emotion.


    Ignoring the illusions, the Angel pursued Ren and Evie, simultaneously dispatching yers who dared to cross its path.


    However, even an Angel with formidable stats proved no match against the onught of hundreds of yers attacking it simultaneously.


    The divine being fought valiantly but was gradually overwhelmed by the sheer numbers and determination of the yers to im firstblood.


    They were like a swarm of ants, unrelenting and annoying.


    The battlefield crackled with arcane energy as yers unleashed a barrage of spells and skills upon the imposing Angel.


    Beams of searing light shed with torrents of icy wind while fiery explosions erupted in a symphony of destruction.


    Amongst the chaos, triumphant cheers erupted as the yers chipped away at the Angel''s formidable health points.


    "We''re doing it! Keep it up!"


    "That''s right, we got this! We can defeat it!"


    The yers'' voices echoed across the battleground. The yers'' faces lit up with a mix of exhration and fervor as they continued their assault, each attack bringing them one step closer to victory.


    However, amidst their shared aplishment, apetitive spirit began to seep in. A nce shared between yers turned into a silent challenge.


    The race to im the coveted "first blood" from defeating the Angel intensified the fight.


    "I''ll be the one tond the final blow!"


    "No way, it''s going down under my attack!"


    "Our guild will im victory! Get lost!"


    yers jostled for position, trying to outmaneuver one another to deliver the decisive strike. Spells flew, des shed, and arrows soared, all aimed at the magnificent, yet now vulnerable, Angel.


    In the midst of the skirmish, the yers'' camaraderie gave way to fiercepetition, each one eager to leave their mark on this historic encounter.


    The Angel, once a figure of divine authority, now found itself assailed by thebined might of the mortal realm.


    It was mostly because he was restricted in the material ne and couldn''t unleash its true divine power.


    The yers fought valiantly, and Ren couldn''t be happier at the oue.


    Until the Angel''s expression shifted from solemnity to rage, a divine fury enveloped the celestial being, and its eyes zed with a wrathful light.


    The air crackled with energy as the Angel''s form pulsed with power, and the once-golden spear in its hand began to grow, extending into the sky like a towering pir of divine wrath as it took to the sky.


    In a voice that shook the very heavens, the Angel thundered, "In your brief existence, mortals, you have woven a tapestry of sins, each thread a testament to your wed nature. Your hearts, tainted with greed, envy, and malice, have cast shadows upon the purity of creation. Pity creatures, bound to your earthly desires, you strive to ascend, yet your souls are heavy with transgressions. This is your punishment!


    "Thy sins shall be purged! Judgment!"


    A blinding light emanated from the Angel''s spear, illuminating the battlefield like a searing sun. The ground trembled beneath the yers'' feet as the Judgment spell was unleashed.


    A cataclysmic wave of divine energy surged forth, its sheer force enough to knock yers off their feet.


    Desperation filled the yers'' voices as they shouted warnings to one another, attempting to dodge the impending onught.


    "Spread out!"


    "Scatter!"


    "Move!"


    But the divine Judgment was relentless, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave of holy retribution.


    Some yers managed to evade the spell, narrowly escaping its devastating reach. Others, however, were not so fortunate.


    The impact was catastrophic. yers caught in the spell''s unforgiving grasp were sent flying, their screams of agony drowned out by the roar of divine energy.


    Health bars plummeted, and some unfortunate souls fell lifeless to the ground, their avatars dissolving into particles of light.


    Amidst the chaos, a voice cut through the turmoil, barely audible over the din of battle. "Hold your ground! We can withstand this!"


    But hope seemed fleeting as the yers struggled to regain their footing.


    The Angel''s berserk onught continued, each strike from its erged spear sending shockwaves through the battlefield.