Demon Language.
'It's him... It's him...'
A two-headed, four-armed Destiny Weaver, resembling a humanoid crow, stood at the far end of the corridor, its body constantly radiating Spiritual Power.
In the narrow corridor, less than four meters wide, the blinding flashes of human firearms erupted continuously. The boarding party's soldiers screamed in agony under the Doomsday Demons' fierce assault, the defensive line constantly shrinking.
However, at this moment when victory was within reach, the Destiny Weaver's keen Spiritual Perception detected a Knightly Aura from a distant hallway—an aura that struck terror into its heart.
'Vengeful Angels...'
After slowly uttering this obscure and esoteric title in the Demon Language, it abruptly spread its wings. A neon-like, blue-purple Spiritual Power erupted into a soul-shattering psychic shriek!
Every soldier in the boarding party who heard the shriek clutched their ears in agony and collapsed to their knees.
