253: Chapter 253 Angel? Lin Yuan Wants to Inspect the Goods

The sacred hymn paused for half a second.

Then, a panting-like static noise erupted simultaneously from loudspeakers across the city.

In the snow, a woman slowly floated into the air.

Four wings of light unfurled behind her.

The edges of the wings shimmered with a pearlescent iridescence, like seashells illuminated by a lamp.

Her long, silver-white hair cascaded down to her waist.

The upper half of her face was concealed by a white mask, revealing only a straight bridge of her nose and pale lips.

A deep-V, backless white silk battle dress clung to her body; the skirt was very short, white stockings encased her slender legs, and two silver rings were fastened around her ankles.

With every inch she rose, the snow in the ruins drifted against the wind, as if the entire city were bowing down to her.

In the dead of winter.

It was as if she had fallen into the ruined city from another world.

The front line went silent.

Zhao Dingshan's artillery unit forgot to reload.

Feng Sanhai's convoy, stationed at the southwest entrance, dared not touch their accelerators.

In the ruins of Wan City, the believers who had just been awakened by the Scissors Project recording knelt down once more.

"An angel..."

"The Lord has not abandoned us!"

"An angel has descended!"

At the top of the broadcast tower, Pope Donald's laughter rang out again.

"Lin Yuan."

"You used artillery fire to shatter miracles."

"Now, God has come personally to judge you."

Liu Qing's voice cut into the channel.

"Master, the target's energy reading has spiked."

"SS-rank."

At the same time.

A system notification popped up before Lin Yuan's eyes.

[Ding! Target Anar (Charm 97) current Favorability: 0%.]

Lin Yuan looked at the woman in mid-air.

She has a favorability rating?

Wang Ya stood on top of the armored vehicle.

Around the edges of her gray-white irises, pale gold water ripples swirled.

She drew water vapor from the Nanjiang River in the distance, spreading it along the streets.

Lin Motong picked up the teddy bear from the ground, red light shimmering in her eyes.

"Daddy, I can just knock her down directly."

Lin Yuan rubbed his nose.

"Let's try to capture her alive first."

He paused for half a second.

"Wang Ya, you do it."

"If you can't capture her, prioritize your own safety."

Wang Ya turned to look at him.

"Understood, Mr. Lin."

Tang Qiqi gasped in the B2 channel.

"This bird-person is so good-looking, it's like she's using a modeling filter."

"The Great Demon King must want to capture her to play around with."

She immediately added.

"Sister Wang Ya, be careful of the chicken feathers behind her; those things don't look like decorations."

In mid-air.

Anar raised her hand.

She had no expression.

She said nothing.

White feathers of light fell from beneath her wings into the Zombie Horde.

Dozens of low-level zombies knelt down on the spot.

White patterns split open their rotting chests.

They opened their mouths, emitting a disjointed sacred hymn from their throats.

White light spread.

The remnants of the Templar Knights stood up again.

The cross pendants on their chests lit up.

On the Wan City broadcast, Donald spoke with a smile.

"Do you see?"

"Even Lin Yuan's Zombie Horde has knelt before God."

"He is guilty."

"His army is also guilty."

The white light formed a circular shockwave.

The water currents Wang Ya had tentatively released were forced back three meters.

The soldiers on the front line collectively suffered from tinnitus.

A few new recruits' knees went weak.

Captain Han Xue kicked the one in front over.

"What are you kneeling for?"

She drew her gun and pointed it at the sky.

"Everyone, stay low!"

Zhao Dingshan watched the tactical console.

Artillery fire had shattered the force field.

But beneath the force field, a mythical unit had emerged.

He pressed his palm against the edge of the map, saying nothing.

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng whispered, "Is this still fucking Wan City?"

"How has it been invaded by Western culture!"

Zhao Dingshan replied.

"Right now, it's Lin Yuan's battlefield."

Wang Ya moved.

She raised her hand.

A water curtain rose from the ground.

Dozens of water dragons surged from ruined buildings, underground pipes, and burst fire hydrants, coiling toward Anar in mid-air.

Anar flapped her wings.

The feathers of light sliced through the water curtain.

The water dragons broke into raindrops, only for Wang Ya to gather them together again.

The feathers of light slammed in front of the armored vehicle.

A dozen deep gouges were cut into the ground.

The water beneath Wang Ya's feet exploded and then closed up again.

Her voice was calm.

"Mr. Lin said to capture her alive."

"You'd better not break."

The next second.

The water dragons collided with the wings of light.

Boom!

Half of the outer wall of the Old TV Center collapsed.

The kneeling believers were knocked over by the shockwave.

The pendants on the chests of several Templar Knights flickered continuously, and their movements slowed by a beat.

Liu Qing immediately highlighted the data in red.

"Master, I've found a pattern."

"Every time the angel releases large-scale holy light, the colored patterns on the TV tower light up in sync."

The image zoomed in.

At the Old TV Center, the colored patterns looked like a web.

Every time it flashed, the silver ring on Anar's shoulders and back lit up.

Lin Motong stared at the sky.

She whispered, "She doesn't want to sing."

Lin Yuan looked up.

"Stop the artillery fire."

"Qin Yumo, Grandmaster Ling Suzhen."

Qin Yumo drew her twin blades.

"Master."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen gripped her short blade, saying nothing.

Lin Yuan said, "Follow me inside."

Wang Ya engaged in battle on the front line.

She no longer took the holy light head-on.

Water mist spread out, enveloping Anar.

The speed of the feathers of light was dragged down.

The water vapor from the Nanjiang River turned into a circular cage, pulling the angel away from the TV tower little by little.

Anar tried to dive toward the front line several times, but was blocked back by the water prison.

Lin Motong's black and red gaze pressed down.

Those kneeling zombies were dragged back into formation by the Empress's pressure.

The soldiers on the front line watched the sky.

Someone swallowed hard.

If that was truly a god.

Why would she be stopped by Lin Yuan's people?

In the ruins of Wan City, more and more survivors looked up.

Liu Qing took over more broadcast nodes.

Her voice drowned out the broken sacred hymn.

"Civilians of Wan City, listen up."

"Lay down your weapons and leave through the North Gate."

"Ten minutes from now, those who remain in the city will be treated as members of the Wancheng Alliance."

"Mr. Lin Yuan's order: This time, we do not accept surrender."

The broadcast repeated three times.

The crowd hesitated at first.

Then, a woman holding a child rushed out.

A second one.

A third.

Soon, a gray stream of people poured out of the ruins.

The broadcast continued.

"No surrender accepted."

On the other three sides.

Zhao Dingshan's unit advanced toward the southeast of Wan City.

Feng Sanhai's convoy blocked the southwest.

Lin Motong controlled the Zombie Horde to press into the outer circle of Wan City.

Without the complete sacred sound and force field, the Wancheng Alliance began to collapse.

The Templar Knights were separated.

The Espers and armed personnel also began to drop their guns and mix into the crowd to flee.

Wan City's so-called paradise was leaking.

Inside the Old TV Center.

The three of them cut in quickly.

In the first-floor lobby, just as a dozen white-armored knights turned around, Qin Yumo had already rushed over.

Her twin blades sliced through necks, wrists, and knees.

She didn't linger in battle.

She only cleared the path.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen tapped her feet, her short blade deflecting arrows shot from the shadows.

She backhanded a piece of rebar.

The rebar pierced through an ambusher's chest, pinning him to an advertising board.

Lin Yuan walked in the middle.

The three of them fought all the way to the broadcast tower control room.

Behind the door was a temporary auditorium.

Hundreds of children in white robes stood in neat rows.

Their lips opened and closed mechanically.

Fine wires were connected to the backs of their necks.

The wires led all the way to a giant, colorful web.

The cameras on both sides still had their red lights on.

The lights inside were very bright.

Donald sat on a chair in the distance.

His white cloak was inappropriately clean.

His blonde hair was neatly combed.

Standing beside him were two A-rank guards.

One was an Ice-type.

One was a Fire-type.

Both tensed up simultaneously.

Qin Yumo let her twin blades drop to her sides.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen held her short blade horizontally in her palm.

Donald, however, laughed.

"Lin Yuan."

"You arrived faster than I expected."