As for Wilhelm himself….his throne was still floating in the air, and the little loli crossed his legs with relish.
He would bend his fingers occasionally and drag several elite puppet celestials to shield him from the explosion’s heat, burn, or shockwave.
Hidden peacefully under the celestials’ wings, not even a single dust managed to touch Wilhelm’s delicate clothes.
He didn’t treat his puppet celestials badly, and most of those who lost their wings either from being ripped off alive or broke their wings while flying….
They were not his puppets that he got before he made the domain.
Because of this, most of his celestial puppets were still intact, and even a lot of them drank their comrade’s blood, unknowingly becoming an even stronger celestial.
Although the war machine mode had ended, and the queen escaped from the battlefield with the halflings…
These puppet celestials who had drank other celestials’ blood didn’t seem to be so different from when they were in their war machine mode.
It was just that they had more expressions on their faces, but Wilhelm resolutely wiped off their consciousness, making them his loyal puppets forever.
So many puppet celestials used their abilities and their own unique wings to protect Wilhelm while the rest exploded themselves to fight the intruders.
How could the marshal and the generals be able to face their own kin’s self-destruct and dodge this sudden explosion?
The marshal was alright inside his own field control, but the generals were more or less affected.
Not to mention that when they wanted to kill the enemies…they only saw their own celestial soldiers who were already under the puppeteer’s control.
The marshal and the Generals felt their hearts aching so much that they wished they could chop Wilhelm to pieces!
They could only see Wilhelm’s fluttering skirts as the little ‘girl’ sat down leisurely on her little throne.
The throne also slowly floated towards the crimson island with countless threads and puppet celestials surrounding the little girl.
It was a bunch of meat walls and impenetrable defensive barrier.
The marshal and the generals were furious, but the controlled celestials weren’t their only obstacle.
The countless red threads in the air that formed various spider webs also actively entangled them and brought a lot of self-destructing celestials to the captured victims.
When the generals were tied and trapped by the red threads, they couldn’t dodge the celestials’ self-destruct explosion.
God knew how hard it was to cut the seemingly weak threads.
They couldn’t even see the threads and could only slash here and there blindly, but the threads were also super tough!
Is this really a thread, not a metal or something?
Of course. How could Wilhelm’s thread be ordinary?
Every single thread here was created with his own energy as the material, so it was the same as directly clashing with Wilhelm’s special energy.f????????ѵ??.???
As someone who could even create a fifteen-minute complicated domain that shattered the celestials’ pride and hearts to pieces…
Don’t underestimate Wilhelm’s energy capacity.
Even after 90% of his total energy was drained after creating the domain and Joan’s own shaman energy almost couldn’t support Wilhelm’s possessing her body…
Wilhelm could still manipulate these treads that fell after the domain disappeared, along with the remaining celestials.
Wilhelm knew that once he exhausted his energy, these celestials would come to their senses and they wouldn’t be helpful to him anymore.
So, wasn’t it better to let them fight the marshal and the celestial generals with all of their might?
Just die for this young master.
Wilhelm was ruthless and didn’t even bat an eyelid after exploding thousands of celestials in his hands.
He even sent more elite celestial puppets to help his blood clan’s elders fight the other celestial elders.
Even if the celestial elders also had various unique abilities, facing the self-destruct attempt of so many celestials at once…they also could only run away with their tails tucked behind their legs.
Just….who told them not to have a perverted puppet master as strong as Wilhelm?
Who told them that although they had a lot of soldiers, their abilities weren’t as strong or unique as the blood clan’s?
They had to admit that the blood clan had so many powerful talents who could fight four or five enemies on their own.
On the other hand, their celestials only relied on their advantage in number to crush the enemy.
The celestial elders were secretly ashamed, but the invisible spider web threads kept entangling them, locking their movements and sending them to the self-destruct celestial puppets.
Not to mention that the blood clan elders were also there to fight them…even if the celestial elders didn’t die, they were severely wounded, and some of them decided to escape first.
It’s hard! It’s so hard to kill that stinky puppeteer when so many blood clan elders and the puppet master’s own puppets protected him— oh her.
Well. The puppeteer’s true gender was still vague, but the elders didn’t care anyway.
They could only grit their teeth and fight fiercely with the blood clan elders, vowing to compare their domains with the blood clan elders’ domains.
At the same time, Wilhelm kept floating towards the crimson island and Cellino, who was sitting on Wilhelm’s lap, would wag his tail from time to time.
With him here, Wilhelm would be able to escape unscathed.
Many puppet celestials lost their lives to protect their puppeteer and the number of celestial survivors on the battlefield dwindled once more.
The celestial’s casualties grew so rapidly, yet the blood clan members didn’t have that many casualties despite their small number in the beginning!
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