The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant, everything happened so quickly that it left no time for reaction.
In just a few breaths, the desperate situation burst forth with new life.
The god's servant had his wings broken and was cast down from the clouds.
But what awaited him was not true demise or eternal downfall.
It was rebirth.
The past angel had vanished.
The angel now appeared different from the legendary image of angels of the past.
Bloodied white hair blew out from the gaps of the helmet, scattered by the fierce wind during flight, drifting wildly behind him.
Just by appearance, the whole aura was completely different.
The halo atop the angel's head was nowhere to be seen, and the white feathers on his back had turned into crimson blood wings. His magnificent battle armor was stained with crimson, now showing a sinister look.
Just looking at this form, one could feel a sharp, fierce killing intent!
He seemed to have fallen, choosing an opposite path.
