"I don't know that those idiots can manipulate modern war weapons." Beyonetta, wearing a white dress, stood at the intersection of Fifth Avenue, observing the shapes that ordinary people could not see on Fifth Avenue. The winged birdman stood on the fighter plane looking for his target. The pilot sitting in the pilot suddenly found that he had completely lost control of the plane. The plane he was flying was diving at a low altitude at an astonishing speed, flying towards Manhattan at a low altitude like a water drift.

The pilot hurriedly warned and asked for help to his companions.

People on the ground also discovered the situation. After all, no one could ignore a fighter jet that made high decibel noise flying over their heads at such a close distance, not to mention that the plane's head was facing the building. The noise became louder and louder, and the nose continued to decrease. The strong air flow generated by the fighter swept through all the Christmas decorations on the street like a hurricane. The sound of the engine shattered the fragile glass and a shining snow fell on Fifth Avenue.

Beyonetta raised her chin, revealing her beautiful face covered by a wide-brimmed hat.

Her slender neck was tied with a pure white Choker embroidered with a white rose, and her graceful shoulders were shining against the gray fringe of the high-slit pure white rose dress. She took out two brand new pistols and hummed Christmas songs, waiting for the battle to come as if she was waiting for the knight to charge.

The angels waved their weapons and drove the fighter to speed up without hesitation.

When the plane passed through a building, the pilot started the ejection seat. The plane was no longer helpful, and the tragedy would become a powerful move in American history and comparable to the 911. The pilot flew out the moment the plane hit the ground. The moment the ejected out of the cockpit, the pilot was still considering what kind of crime he would get and whether he could survive until he left the prison.

Breathing suddenly stopped, and whether it was the falling plane or the flying Christmas shop flyers seemed to solidify in the air. The engine noise was pulled into a monotonous line, and the music played by the shop turned into a vague mumble, and the panic expressions of the pilot and passers-by were clearly visible. The witches divided the work and cooperated, Joan of Arc twisted the accelerator and rode a motorcycle onto the plane. She shook the rear of the car, and pulled the pilot and his ejection seat with flames.

After Joan of Arc's work, Bernita walked over casually and kicked the fighter's nose with a beautiful kick. As if something had exploded, most people didn't understand what was going on. The fighter that was supposed to crash rushed straight into the sky in the blink of an eye, violating all maneuverable movement specifications that the engine could do. The strong wind caused by the rapid flip of the wings even blew off Bernita's hat.

It is hard to imagine that long legs wrapped in stockings can have such terrible power.

Beyonetta stretched out her palm wrapped in her long gloves and gracefully grabbed the falling retro wide-brimmed hat.

"What do you say about the little boy?" Joan of Arc asked.

"Do whatever we want to do." Beyonetta replied with a smile. She put on a wide-brimmed hat with exquisite rosettes and said something that intellectual women shouldn't say, which is far from what she usually tries to disguise. "I've been waiting for this day long."

"Is he coming?"

"He is still looking for his armor, and Salomon believes that this sudden appearance of the angel must be accompanied by a conspiracy." Seeing Berenta say this, Joan of Arc disdainfully said things like "sissy" and "soft eggs". Berenta caught a glimpse of five sisters armed men wearing black power armor and steel wings spraying flames from the roof. They carried long swords and bomb guns, landing nearby with a graceful arc of flames. They could see the blurry images of the invisible creatures, but could not clearly see the feathers, halos and armor on their bodies.

"But he still cares about us, doesn't he?" the black-haired witch narrowed her eyes happily. "Girls, come on, I know he cherishes your lives, so stay away from the center of the battle."

"We will not retreat!" The witch's words were an insult to the sisters. The leading man said in a deep voice, "Even if we die here, we will not defile the honor of the monarch."

Joan of Arc snorted a few times in dissatisfaction, "Then you guys keep up and let us see what the sword in your hands can be useful."

"Sisters, we will destroy all the enemies of the monarch, including these evil spirits! Use sword blades and bombs, faith and flames!" The leading man activated the sword and steel wings in his hand, and rushed towards the creatures with bird heads with fanatic emotions. Surprisingly, the artificial man's long sword shining with light light actually cut into the body of the false angel, and colorless blood splattered out. Then, she used two bombs to cleanly deal with the angel. A slight scratch appeared on the armor, but there was no blood. This was impossible, but it happened.

"Show up, evil spirit!" With Catherine's roar, the invisible object, which was originally like a silhouette, suddenly had a shape, like a piece of glass in the flowing water. Although the details were still impossible to see clearly, it was enough sisters to seize the opportunity to attack them.

"Ms. Catherine!"

"Shut up and swing the sword!" Catherine launched a charge towards the next enemy, and the steel wings seemed to have become real wings, "It is honor to die in battle!"

The secret mage wearing a robe of sacred skeleton walked into the temple, followed by Wanda Maximov. When they pushed open the door, they found that all the deacons here were in a hurry. Master Daniel even urgently activated the Ago motorcycle crystal ball, striving to discover the scale of this external dimension invasion through this artifact.

"How is it?" Salomon asked.

Master Daniel pointed at the crystal ball and said, "Look at it for yourself."

The Ago Motorcycle Crystal Ball faithfully reflects the scale of the incident. Like an ugly scar, New York is just the corner of the scar. "We don't know why this happened, there is no sign of it." Master Daniel's face was solemn. "Now someone has salvaged the fragments of the incident in the cauldron of the universe, and the Venerable has also received all the information about this incident. New York is not the center of this incident, there is only one statement that can explain the current abnormal phenomena."

"The disgusting guys appear because of the command of something, otherwise they should have been a mess and died in the surging astral wars." Salomon said. He had already inferred the probabilities of the event the moment he saw the enemy. "Whatever the thing that gathers them again is, the existence of the witch is very critical."

"Yes." The old guy didn't show any unreliable signs at this moment, "Eye of the World, remember? Half of the power of the gods, the residue of the first God-Destroying Movement."

"Does Ms. Disaster?" Salomon mentioned the crazy woman who is now living in the headquarters of the Himalayas. This woman has an unknown origin, but her prophecy and perception abilities are very strong. However, Master Daniel shook his head and claimed that the crazy woman was painting on the wall except for eating and not wearing even a pair of shoes. "What about those paintings? I don't believe that anyone would ignore the paintings drawn by a witch with extraordinary perception, which must have some symbol or meaning."
Chapter completed!