Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Holy crap... So angels really do exist in the world. Does that mean God really exists too?"

Wang Pangzi and the others nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets. Monsters were understandable, but a group of angels running out was a bit outrageous.

These angels were numerous, numbering probably three to five thousand, and were led by an eight-winged angel.

Following them were three six-winged creatures, and the rest, except for a few four-winged creatures, were all two-winged.

By comparing their strengths and weaknesses, Ji Haobo immediately discovered the corresponding strength based on the number of wings.

Two-winged ones are roughly bronze, four-winged ones are silver, six-winged ones are gold, and eight-winged ones are diamonds.

As for whether there are anything above eight wings, Ji Haobo thinks there definitely are, and he estimates that ten wings corresponds to the legendary.

However, he felt that there was no one stronger than the Ten Wings. It wasn't that there was no one stronger than the Ten Wings, but rather that the civilization at that time probably hadn't been created yet.

Indeed, Ji Haobo believed that these so-called angels were products of a prehistoric civilization.

"&@&$…"

After the eight-winged angel appeared, it mechanically uttered a sentence in an unintelligible language, and then unleashed a chilling darkness.

The angels behind it did the same; in the blink of an eye, the world became dark and lifeless.

Furthermore, there was a strange fluctuation within the darkness, filled with an eerie, corrosive power.

Wang Pangzi and his group had the blessing of the Heavenly Official, so they were fine. Wu Laosan and Hei Yanjing had the power of their bloodline, so they could grit their teeth and withstand it.

Ke Qiu Dehao and his men immediately felt their veins bulge, their eyes become bloodshot, and a feeling of desperate pain and suffocation arises.

It wasn't until Ji Haobo made a move that they felt like they had escaped death, collapsing to the ground panting heavily.

"Hmph... Primordial True Light!"

Ji Haobo snorted coldly at the sight of these angels unleashing darkness upon their arrival, attempting to create a realm devoid of light.

A strange, dazzling light shone forth, its color indescribable and beyond words.

Compared to the previous all-encompassing radiance of the sun, the Primordial True Light at this moment contains the ultimate purifying power.

The darkness emanating from the numerous fallen angels seemed to be wiped away layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, the world was bright again.

And that wasn't all. When the Primordial True Light shone on the Fallen Angel, a thick cloud of black energy surged out.

"Ah...ah..."

This situation caused the angel to let out a painful cry, but whether it was Ji Haobo's imagination or not, he also heard a hint of surprise in the scream.

But what surprised him even more was that these angels did not seem to want to get away after that;

Instead, they gathered around and endured the cleansing of the Primordial True Light.

However, Ji Haobo quickly understood what was going on. As the Primordial True Light shone upon them, the weakest of the angels, the two-winged angels, underwent a change.

As the black mist emanating from their bodies diminished, their originally black wings began to become mottled, gradually turning white.

After the black mist completely disappeared, the wings of the two-winged angel turned pure white, and a holy radiance shone faintly.

Then they all knelt down in the void, worshipping Ji Haobo devoutly.

After an incense stick had burned, all the angels were restored to their holiness, including the eight-winged angels.

"Praise the Lord... Thank you, Lord, for giving me new life."

Although he still couldn't understand the language, Ji Haobo instantly grasped the meaning through the mental fluctuations contained in her bright and gentle voice.

He wasn't surprised by the angels' choice, after all, they had once been born in reality;

It was just that it entered the Earth's core for some reason and was corrupted by the dark forces there.

Now that they have been purified by Ji Haobo, they naturally regard him as their faith.

"Rise! From this day forward your name is Alice, and all angels will be under your rule and dominion."

Praise the Lord, Your will is my destiny.

The eight-winged angel Alice suddenly burst forth with intense holy light, merging with the other angels to form a milky-white holy flame that blotted out the sun.

The remaining monsters below were then engulfed by the holy flames and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Just as it appeared that only the serpent god's incarnation and clone remained, a thick cloud of yin mist suddenly gushed out from the spatial passage, engulfing the original Tamutuo in just a few breaths.

“Da…da…da…”

The sound of horses' hooves echoed faintly, and numerous shadowy figures flickered in the mist, accompanied by will-o'-the-wisps.

"Ghost soldiers and generals?"

Ji Haobo raised an eyebrow, then coldly shouted:

"Halt, you men of the underworld! State your names and what your purpose is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark mist suddenly churned, revealing a group of figures.

At the very front, a tall figure riding a beast resembling a panda, wearing a helmet with horns, held a long sword and looked at Ji Haobo, saying leisurely:

"Hehe, a bunch of homesick souls, I wonder if you could make an exception for us?"

"The Lord of War?"

As Ji Haobo looked at the figure, a name that shocked him surfaced in his mind based on his appearance and the features of the ghost soldiers.

"How can a wandering ghost be worthy of the title of Lord of War? If you think so, please just call me Li."

"Did the Lord of War's domineering aura dissipate over time in the Earth's core?"

Ji Haobo frowned slightly, but looked at him calmly and said:

"The fact that later generations honored you as the Lord of War already demonstrates their recognition of your past contributions to the tribe."

"Oh...? Really? That's certainly some good news."

Li's emotions fluctuated noticeably, and his words were filled with something indescribable.

After a long while, he managed to suppress his emotions, and then a domineering aura suddenly erupted.

Although the yin energy did not spread, transparent ripples appeared in the air.

"Then may we, the wandering ghosts, visit our homeland one last time?"

"Of course, you souls returning to the world deserve a warm welcome!"

Ji Haobo nodded. He didn't mind these ghost soldiers returning to their homeland, and even had some ideas in mind.

He then waved to Zhang Menzi in the distance, and without thinking, the guy leaped up from the temple.

This unspoken understanding brought a smile to Ji Haobo's face.

A lizard dragon swooped down and caught Zhang Menzi, who was about to fall after taking a few steps into the air, and flew into the sky.

"Menzi, take the commander to see our homeland now, and see that our descendants have not disappointed our ancestors' expectations and are living the life they dreamed of."

Upon seeing this, Fatty Wang immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Master Bo, we also want to guide the Lord of War!"

"Yes! Yes! We need this honor too!"

Erpang and his buddies quickly chimed in. Putting everything else aside, they couldn't miss this opportunity to show off.

"In that case, everyone come up!"

With a wave of his hand, Ji Haobo summoned them all into the air. The remaining lizard dragons immediately flew over to catch them, circled in front of the Yin soldiers once, and then flew out of the Gobi Desert.

Watching the yin energy envelop the area and form a domain before departing, Ji Haobo estimated that it would definitely cause commotion outside, but that was not something he wanted to concern himself with.