Chapter 878

It is usually released by dozens of mages working together.

Even though he is Fourth Rank, using it solo is still a bit strenuous.

But even so, it did not directly break the Rain Angel's AT Field; instead, after mutual depletion, the Rain Angel's AT Field simply flickered out, and the residual force launched it high into the sky, where it fell and died from the impact.

(?? 。)~~

One can only say it is truly a disgrace to the Apostles.

Everyone in the live stream is so jealous they are almost twisting their faces in rage.

"Damn, Apostle, put in some effort! How are you done for already?"

"Get up! Get up! Where is your fighting spirit? Where is your pride as a divine descendant? Even if you have one breath left, you should stand up and give this tiny human a claw!"

"Damn it, the streamer is showing off again. Damn it, why isn't it me? Showing off in front of people is just too satisfying."

"He's Fourth Rank now, the streamer is already a Fourth Rank Super-A; in the Main World, he'd be considered a big shot. In our Federation, he would be awarded the rank of General immediately, with the President personally pinning the medal on him under the gaze of the entire Federation."

"Ahhh, but I'm still so jealous. Is this the satisfaction of being noticed by Brother Luo Shu? It's only been a few days, has it even been half a month? He jumped straight from early Third Rank to Fourth Rank. Damn, even Biden's diarrhea isn't that fast."

"Biden:?? Where's my lawyer? Where's my lawyer?!!!"

Hmph~~

Kitahara Iori looks at the sour haters in the live stream, almost puffing out his chest with pride.

However, he still rationally looks at the blue cube that looks like an aerial fortress in the distance and silently takes a step back.

This is clearly not a piece of trash like the Rain Angel.

Its aura is overwhelmingly powerful, a true Fifth Rank natural disaster; its AT Field is very difficult for other systems at the near-god level to break.

Suddenly.

His expression shifts, and he opens the communication terminal on his wrist.

"Cough cough, Shinji, how are things on your end? Big Brother has already taken one out in seconds. You still have one left; I'll give you a chance to show off, hurry over here."

(Image of the pitiful and helpless Rain Angel).

473. Ramiel: You bastard are plotting against me again!!!

The live stream is dumbfounded, then shows expressions of admiration.

"As expected of you, streamer."

Many old fans (haters) are amazed: "This scumbag attitude is just like before, not a single bit changed."

As three-year fans, they have seen plenty of the scumbag daily life of Kitahara Iori and his friends since he started university.

Who would have thought that even after becoming a Super-A mage big shot, he is still such a jerk.

It makes people want to complain.

"Exploiting child labor is illegal, streamer."

Kitahara Iori waves his hand, righteous and confident: "I am the big brother; it's only natural for family to let the kids handle some things."

On the display screen.

Ikari Shinji, clearly in the cockpit, looks like he feels his value has been affirmed, excitedly saying: "No problem, Big Brother, I'll come as soon as I finish this one off."

Looking at the crimson halo in his cockpit, he should be dealing with the Angel of the Embryo in the volcano.

"Alright, then I won't kill this Apostle yet."

Kitahara Iori nods without changing his expression.

Then, watching the blue cube finally get serious, the Ramiel blooms like petals, and at the center of the blooming state, a terrifying blue aurora gathers; he snorts coldly.

"A tiny Apostle, daring to act fierce in front of me, Lord Kitahara Iori?"

He presses his body slightly, and the surrounding area of dozens of meters seems to suffer under heavy pressure, suddenly sinking downward.

Boom.

The raging purple magic flame sweeps out like a stormy sea, rising seven or eight stories high, and terrifying, magnificent purple magic also gathers in his palms.

Under the terrifying aura, this serious-looking Kitahara Iori is set off like a god or a demon.

That terrifying and majestic momentum is not at all inferior to the massive Ramiel, which resembles a floating fortress.

One blue and one purple stand in the city ruins and the seaside, facing each other from afar.

The clashing airflow in between causes the space itself to appear distorted.

The world seems to fall silent.

Whether it is the retreating remnants of the army or the big shots watching this battle from all over the world, they all hold their breath, watching this scene nervously, their palms sweating.

Even the joking haters in the live stream unknowingly quiet down.

Finally.

With his aura at its limit, Kitahara Iori, having cast seven or eight types of strengthening magecraft on himself, looks at the light in the center of the mountain-like blue petals as it is about to erupt, and roars toward the sky.

"Thunderbolt Dash, Lord of Thunder, assist me!!"

Instantly.

All the intense light explodes in an instant, all the massive magic burns, but it does not turn into a magic cannon.

Instead, it propels Kitahara Iori's body, exploding into a sharp purple electric light that dashes forward.

In an instant, it breaks the sound barrier, and the cone-shaped sonic boom clouds are shredded as soon as they appear.

Only the purple electric light remains, like a sharp sword accelerating to dozens of times the hypersonic speed within 0.001 seconds, crossing the ten-thousand-meter distance in an instant to appear before the massive mountain-like blue cube.

"Idiot, Lord Kitahara is a mage, not Sun Wukong; why would I play around with a Kamehameha?"

Kitahara Iori wears a scumbag smile, then his big foot, carrying the brilliant glow of strengthening magecraft, kicks with extreme kinetic energy at the point just above the blooming petals, the crystal surface equivalent to a cheek.

It is like a meteorite impact.

The air is compressed until it feels like iron, then explodes under the even more terrifying kinetic energy, turning into a hurricane like sharp blades that pierce in all directions, slicing the heavens and earth.

The floating fortress, several times heavier than the Rain Angel and at least two million tons in weight, stumbles.

The gathered beam cannon that was ready to fire is knocked off course.

It slices off the upper parts of a row of buildings like a ten-thousand-meter-long spear, then angles upward into the sky, splitting the clouds in two.

And it is not over yet.

Taking advantage of the Ramiel losing its balance.

Kitahara Iori immediately exhausts his magic, taking the opportunity to kick its "face" a dozen more times with his big foot.

The entire massive body of the Ramiel is forced into the sea by the repeated heavy strikes, becoming a drowned rat.

This physical damage cannot break its demi-god body, but while there is no damage, the insult is extremely high.

Just like the Angel of Day, they now possess emotions and intelligence.

Instantly.

Under everyone's gaze.

The blue crystal body reacts as if a human had been slapped for no reason; a flushed color rises from the bottom of the cube to the tip, and then it is released as violent electric arcs.

This Apostle, who appeared like an elegant and noble queen, is furious.

The azure crystal petals spin rapidly, wanting to let that tiny human who blasphemed her know how terrifying the wrath of a divine descendant is.

But...

"Are you an idiot? I can fly!!!"

A cocky voice lingers, and everyone watches the purple electric light disappearing rapidly at the horizon, falling into silence.

Even the Ramiel is quiet for a moment.

The next moment.

This female-personality Ramiel turns red with rage.

Violent lightning surges, the ten-thousand-meter clouds are torn to shreds, and the massive blue crystal petals twist inward, suddenly elongating.

Forming a blue crystal shuttle over a thousand meters long, it randomly expels terrifying air waves, ignoring the remnants of the army and the city nearby, and without a word, it splits the sky, putting all its power into chasing him at dozens of times the speed of sound.

Everyone: "..."

It must be said.

After gaining intelligence and emotions, the Apostles are quite easy to understand; the terrifying atmosphere and sense of oppression simply vanish.

At this moment.

The Spanish representative silently raises his hand: "Is it possible, I mean it's possible, that this is a problem with that mage gentleman... oh, no, lady?"

Others silently look at each other and cough: "This person is quite sharp in grasping human hearts, um, Apostle hearts; it seems he made a judgment in an instant, and thus quickly made an attempt using the opponent's female personality as a breakthrough point..."

To be reasonable.

With the Ramiel's appearance as a giant crystal monster, where is there a concept of a "face"?