A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 570 - 273 Ying Baizhou (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 570: Chapter 273 Ying Baizhou (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Three hundred quintillion. Merely hearing this number, perhaps, many people would have no concept of its magnitude.

But when the Gates of Oravin opened, pure white figures cascaded out like a waterfall.

Bailuo, his senior apprentice sister, and the remaining souls, everyone felt vividly the extent of terror an ultra-grade Miracle Entity could unleash.

Angels, at the very least, are of the Heroic Level Miracle Troop Type.

Yet, beyond this colossal gateway, Masters, Kings, Legends, and even Epic-grade angels were countless.

The Empress of the East had, by her own strength, mustered a force capable of devastating the entire Miracle Continent, declaring war on all nations.

But what we must know is, Yatun is injured now.

She cannot wield the power befitting the ‘Emperor Eternal’; she is using things borrowed from other miracles, and ones at that, which have dropped a rank.

“To possess such power, despite being gravely injured.”

Isefia could not imagine how powerful Yatun had been at her peak, but even so, the Empress of the East had struggled to save the Yatun Empire.

What are they waging war against?

What being did the Ancestor of Yatun die to?

This matter was not only of interest to the senior apprentice sister, Yatun was even more eager to know.

For eight hundred years, the Empress of the East had spent every day pondering whether things would have been different if she, the mightiest of the Yatun Empire, had been by her brother’s side.

“Your Majesty, the Queen!”

The remaining souls were startled by Isefia’s sudden advance, urging her, “You really can’t replicate again this time, that number is too exaggerated!”

“Three hundred quintillion…”

“Even if you successfully replicate with all your might, her energy is infinite, giving each angel the stature of a Living Saint; we still cannot win.”

Unstoppable, absolutely unstoppable, impossible to resist for even an instant.

Moreover, even if they could hold them off, what then?

Isefia had reached her limit, but the Empress of the East had barely begun to warm up.

If the Gates of Oravin were blocked, Yatun would unleash even more, even stronger forces!

“I know.”

Isefia was well aware of the current situation. Glancing at the holy light above her, even though her body was on the verge of breaking, she still refused to take a single step back.

“It’s precisely because we cannot stop it that we must.”

His senior apprentice sister locked eyes with the Empress of the East once again, declaring, “I admit defeat this time, but I will remember this day!!”

“Someday,” Isefia clenched her teeth, admitting the outcome she least wanted to accept, “I will personally take him back!”

“I will strike your realm!”

“Kill you!”

For the first time in her life, Isefia felt a rage from within, not for Bailuo, but for herself, “I will annihilate your Eastern Empire!”

Bailuo will not die; the Empress of the East, no matter what, cannot possibly kill him.

And as long as the Master of Miracles does not die, miracles will never cease, and even if Isefia falls here, she will be resurrected and return anew.

“I await you.”

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Yatun only disagreed ideologically with Isefia but didn’t dislike her senior apprentice sister.

Without killing the senior apprentice sister, Yatun couldn’t take Bailuo with her, a fact that could not be changed.

Therefore, she granted Isefia death here, letting the senior apprentice sister experience the agony of having her cherished possession taken away. Perhaps then, Isefia might understand her, or maybe not.

“I’ll give you one last chance to choose to give up.”

As Yatun finished speaking, endless angels rushed towards Isefia, “Resist, or let them pass, it’s up to you.”

If she didn’t replicate, even Yatun couldn’t kill her because Bailuo wouldn’t die.

But if she stopped, the senior apprentice sister’s defeat wouldn’t just be physical, her spirit would also lose to the woman before her.

“Queen!!”

“Your Majesty, the Queen!!”

The senior apprentice sister did not choose to give up. Once again, she raised her hand to continue replicating, declaring war on Yatun with her action—I will not change my stance!

“Long time no see, Azaren.”

The next moment, Azaren heard a familiar voice.

The Angel Princess looked up and saw a series of magnificent archangels; they were the ‘Old Covenant Celestials’ recorded in the Ayle Sacred Codex, and behind them, even more familiar faces.

“Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, Lucifer…”

Azaren shivered with excitement; she had been summoned many times by the Queen of Avalon, but legendary angels were so powerful that previous queens had fallen before reaching this level.

“Three million years.”

Azaren stroked the hilt of her sword on her back, shaped like a crusade cross, “After three million years, I never thought I would have the chance to fight alongside my predecessors again.”

“But this time, we are not guarding the Holy City of Jerusalem.”

Azaren closed her eyes; those once vague memories started to surface, becoming clearer and clearer.

She fought to the very end to defend the Holy Temple, battling covered in blood.

“I’m sorry.”

His senior apprentice sister gasped for air. She had unleashed too much Miracle Power at once, causing her excruciating pain, akin to overloading, and she was almost at the point of collapse, “Even giving it my all, I can only replicate 300.”

Isefia knew it was impossible to replicate the Gates of Oravin, so she selected the strongest ones as quickly as possible to awaken.

“300,” the Angel Princess: “against 30000000000000000000000000000.”

“Zoom!”

Azaren drew her sword, spread her wings, and flew alongside the 300 legendary angels: “Guardian of the Holy Temple Azaren, requesting to rejoin the ranks!”

“What’s going on over there? Their power, it’s astonishing.”

Gabriel was surprised to see such a scene upon awakening, “The Gates of Oravin, is this mocking us for dying at the hands of the Oravin People?”