Those golden rays intertwined to form a massive sun disk in the sky, the disk rotating, its sacred light blocking everything outside Esengard.
Standing at the forefront, the Angel Divine Descendant gritted his teeth and sharply said: "Evil dragons! I don't know where you stole this strength from, but as long as we are here, you shall not set foot into the Thrace territory!
Ladies and gentlemen, follow me in a life-and-death battle with this dragon! Even if we die, let him witness the power of the divine descendants!"
"Kill——"
"For Thrace!"
"For Holy Fadlan!"
The nine Angel Divine Descendants unleashed a sun disk hundreds of meters in diameter with all their might, covering the sky above the walls; even facing a demigod-level enemy, it could hold for a moment, enough to support until Thrace reinforcements arrive.
