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Celtic's feet slowly left the ground.

The whole person was like the incarnation of an angel, with a golden sword condensed in his hand.

"As expected, your spiritual association is also related to Christianity." Celtic's face became kind.

It's just that the sword in his hand was emitting holy light, like a burning flame.

The halo above the head is so dazzling.

Of course, those present recognized that Celtic's ability was to transform into an angel.

Celtic braved the holy light and wanted to go over and purify Anderson directly.

As the saying goes, to capture the thief first, capture the king.

If it weren't for Anderson, the Celtics would be like this.

He will definitely be regarded as a messenger sent by God to save the world.

He is an apostle of God.

Because the religious image of angels is too deeply rooted in people's minds.

Especially the angel appearance created by Celtic during the Renaissance.

It's exactly like everyone's fantasy.

This was also the first time Anderson had seen such an ability.

"Angels?" Anderson wondered if anyone in history had abilities similar to Celtic's.

Will people directly regard me as an angel?
Perhaps those so-called angels in history are people with super powers?
This is what Anderson thought in his mind the moment he saw Celtic transformed into an angel.

Just push Sullivan aside.

Anderson faced the angelic Celtic charging towards him.

"Messiah, let me come." Some people from the spiritual society wanted to step forward to protect Anderson.

Sullivan felt as if he had been hit by a hundred-ton truck.

A roaring sound exploded next to my ears.

His figure became blurred and he flew backwards like a cannonball.

Even a deep gully was dragged out on the grass.

The trace led directly to the building in the distance.

Sullivan felt dizzy.

After breaking through several walls and glass in succession.

Sullivan then stopped.

"Is this Anderson's power?" Although Sullivan was not injured, his whole body and brain were shaking.

Sullivan slowly climbed to his feet, his body covered in dust and stone fragments.

Anderson slapped Sullivan away.

He also pushed away the people from the spiritual society who were blocking his way.

"Go away," Anderson said in a stern voice.

The person from the spiritual society immediately lowered his head and walked aside.

To the spiritualists, Anderson is the new savior.

He is the living saint exactly as prophesied.

He is the Messiah who saves the world.

So whatever Anderson said was right.

Anderson knew that these people were here to arrest him.

But Anderson feels that there is still room for improvement in his abilities.

With one hand, he grabbed Celtic in the air like a bird.

Celtic felt trapped by an invisible force.

"Is this your ability?" Celtic felt like he couldn't move his whole body.

But the next second, a stronger holy light burst out from Celtic.

His spine began to surge, as if something alive was about to grow out of his body.

A pair of pure white wings stretched out directly from Celtic's back.

Now Celtic is exactly like the angel depicted in medieval paintings.

The Celtic who had grown wings broke free from Anderson's restraints in an instant.

Attack Anderson again.

The holy wings flapped and hit the air, and the sharp sword with holy fire in his hand stabbed at Anderson.

Celtic felt a surging power flowing through his body.

This was the first time Celt had seen an angel with wings like this.

Before, it was already good enough to have a halo on the top of the head. Now, even wings have grown.

Celtic felt the surging power in his body.

"How sinful are you?"

"How much do you really believe in so-called religion?"

"How can I have such power?" Celtic became even angrier.

The stronger his power, the more misguided the other party is.

The greater the number of believers on the other side.

The level of belief is also more fanatical.

Otherwise, such exaggerated power would never emerge from him.

Anderson watched as the angel grew wings and broke free of his confinement.

"Are all people with super powers so strong?" Anderson got to see what the strengths of his fellow super powers were like.

If Sullivan hadn't said anything before, Anderson could only slap him away.

I believe it won't cause any harm at all.

The angel in front of him was even more exaggerated, and directly broke free from Anderson's telekinetic tentacles.

Anderson when facing ordinary people.

They usually crushed him, making Anderson feel like a god.

In addition, modern thermal weapons are ineffective against him, which gives Anderson a sense of detachment.

But among this group of people with super powers.

Each one of them was like a monster, and Anderson put away his contempt.

"Your Excellency Living Saint, let me do it." The member of the Spiritual Association who had just spoken stood up again.

She took off her robe, and a holy light barrier covered with various spells appeared in front of her.

It directly enveloped Anderson and her.

The angelic Celtic slashed through the air with a whistling sword, and even the surrounding space began to distort.

The fire and light on the holy sword are no longer just holy light and embellishment.

But it is a burning fire with real temperature.

The tip of the holy sword pierced the holy light barrier.

The barrier burst into a dazzling light, and everyone present couldn't help but squint their eyes.

The point where the sword tip made contact exploded directly, forming a shock wave that spread in all directions.

The spells on the holy light barrier were flashing at a high frequency.

In broad daylight, it seemed as if there was another sun in this courtyard.

The aftermath of the collision directly destroyed the surrounding lush grass.

The bare dirt surface was exposed on the ground.

After the smoke and dust dissipates.

Celtic was suspended in the air like a god descending from heaven.

There were no signs of injury on his body.

The whole person was bathed in the sun, and the eyes looking down were fanatical and ruthless.

As for the member of the Spiritual Society who had just stepped forward, the holy light barrier in front of him was already covered with tiny cracks.

The next second, it shattered like broken blue and white porcelain.

The barrier turned into golden light and disappeared into the air.

Celtic felt that the opponent's strength was no less than his.

"But what if that's the case?" Something surged behind Celtic again.

Another pair of wings spread out with a swish.

Four-winged angel.

A vague holy armor began to emerge on Celtic's body.

The whole person's aura is completely different.

No one expected that the Celtics still had some reservations.

Celtic, in the form of a four-winged angel, raised his lips slightly.

"Hate yourselves, if it is not your own beliefs."

"I will never possess such powerful strength." Celtic laughed towards the sky.

Anderson looked at the enemy in the sky with a serious expression. (End of this chapter)