Chapter 21 The War of the Feathers
The arrow hurtled forward relentlessly, hurtling towards Nisi with the force of a piercing blast.
The divine power of the calamity wind was concentrated within it, and as it shot towards Nisi, it continuously absorbed the surrounding airflow.
Disrupt them, and a powerful vortex condenses.
Undeniably.
The golden human's shield, with its meager energy, could not withstand the full force of the artifact's attack.
The moment the arrow touched the shield, the shield was pulverized by the vortex.
Nothing could be left behind after the devastating winds blew.
"bite!"
The arrow shattered Nisi's shield.
armor.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Nisi immediately mobilized all his energy to defend against the attack of the arrows.
The arrows possessed profound power, and in comparison, they continuously repelled Nisi.
Upon seeing this, the humans standing behind Nisi immediately exerted all their strength to help Nisi withstand the force of the arrows.
Arrow Feather single-handedly struck at the numerous golden humans.
Nisi was at the front, and the humans behind him formed a triangle to help him.
But all of this seemed to be in vain.
The god of the calamity curled his lips.
He grinned.
Then, with a gentle wave of his hands, the airflow slowly blended into the arrow fletching.
The arrow spun, its power increasing with each rotation.
In no time, the arrows broke through Nisi and his men's resistance.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp object piercing flesh had a slightly pleasurable quality to Tima's ears.
Even after Nisi was struck by the arrow, the arrow continued its advance, striking at other humans.
It killed more than a dozen humans before disappearing.
An uproar erupted among the golden humans.
Nisi, clutching his wound, knelt before the battlefield.
"Kill!!!" Nisi shouted his last word with all his might, and then he was torn apart by the wind and turned into dust, falling to the ground.
The humans witnessed the death of their leader.
Instead of losing morale, their eyes turned bloodshot.
"kill!!!"
"Avenge our leader!"
When Nisi's son saw the deaths of Nisi and his brother, he cried out for revenge.
Tima looked at him with a mocking expression.
It looked down at the humans with arrogance.
He chuckled twice.
"My lord, let us do it!" Phoenix and his men were already red with rage, determined to avenge their people, and they volunteered to go into battle.
Tima turned to look at them.
Undeniably, Phoenix and his team were also slightly startled, but quickly regained their composure.
This is their supreme god, what are they afraid of?
His gaze grew increasingly resolute.
Tima smiled.
"OK."
Upon hearing this, Phoenix and his team's fighting spirit intensified.
Led by a phoenix deity, a series of sub-racial gods marched towards humanity.
The battle between the Feathered Clan gods and the Golden Human Clan has begun.
The phoenix held a blade in each hand, the blades glowing red.
It was covered in scalding blood; now it was hard to tell whether it was blood red or the color of a knife.
Not to be outdone, Kanalivie took a pure gold bow and arrow and kept shooting at the humans from the back row.
She, who usually appears to be the most gentle and dignified, is also a god who is skilled in battle.
Seeing the flock of feathered warriors at the front, Tima was unwilling to stay at the back; the bloodthirsty man wouldn't just stand by and watch.
Humanity was repeatedly defeated and forced to retreat.
At this moment, behind the human ranks, a woman carrying animal bones was leading a group of women in chanting mysterious language.
Some people in the crowd noticed them.
They shouted, "It's a witch! It's a witch!"
Mysterious languages continue to influence humanity.
They became fierce warriors and could no longer feel pain.
But this is most useful on the battlefield.
They no longer feared Tima, nor were they no longer no match for the winged gods.
They held long spears, pointing them directly at the flock of feathers.
Tima watched them coldly.
Slowly open your lips.
Bloody and violent music came from its mouth.
The mysterious power of the other party's "witch" is worn down by each other.
This spurred the winged creatures to abandon their reason and become monsters that only knew how to attack.
Those golden humans who heard this sound were all driven mad.
They then turned to attack their own people.
Shouts rose and fell.
In war, bloodshed accumulates, and discord, disputes, and violence breed.
Beyond the sea of stars, a wisp of black mist drifted toward the goddess on the high throne.
An atmosphere of discord, an atmosphere of destruction.
"Mother Goddess!"
"It's alright." He said it was alright, but his face didn't look good.