Novel & Cerita Wings Of Freedom Attack On Titan

Her sword began to emit little twinkles of snow which would freeze one by their heart, ready to slice through its skin smoothly. “Let’s go!” Shouting, All four of them attacked its wings at the same time and this time from the same side, slicing through the skin smoothly. It screamed, whimpering to pain when his skin was pierced. Zadicus was cutting and Persephone’s attack was burning his regenerating ability, rendering it unable to recover from the attack, working in collaboration to cut it down. Same with Kriss, while he cut, Freya began to freeze his whole wing, making it easy for Kriss to cut deeper and precisely.

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.

I shielded Kai's body with mine and took the blasting blow. When Kai's gaze met mine, I tried to smile, but the pain coursing through my body forced me to groan out in pain, and I choked on my blood as it poured from the corner of my mouth. His pupils constricted. It's fine. I wanted to say, and when the next attack came, he was not quick enough to push me out of the way as I shielded him once more and received another blast of energy. This time, my wings were not able to withstand it, as they ignited on my back before they turned into golden dust and went with the wind.

"You will die!" "You're so arrogant," replied Cia. Of course, she could say that because she was also beautiful, even more, beautiful than the figure who had just lost her wings. Mikaila got up, took out a sword from the ribs of her wings which were still intact, and started fighting Cia. The swords of the two clash and Cia enjoys this sport. He had been holding back the urge to kill for a long time. The silver-haired woman blocked the opponent's sword and sent it flying with force. Mikaila fell to the ground in a pitiful state. Then, with a quick movement, Cia immediately drew one sword at the opponent's wing and the other sword pierced the opponent's heart. The beautiful and clear-colored

The moment I heard my wings ripping off my back, it triggered my heart into rage. As if after I heard a snap, my mind went blank, and all I could think of was to rip all the wings off the healers who ripped my wings off. "Bastards! I will kill you all!" I loudly declared. I could no longer feel my wings, but I remained in the air. I used the other healer's body so I could continuously ride on them while I split and slashed their necks.

My swollen and bulging spine suddenly tore at my own flesh and tried to come out. My eyes felt very hot and red. My mouth opened wide. I screamed loudly because of the pain. "Aaahhh!" "Gin, that must really hurt," said Malik. "What's wrong with him?" asked Lusina, who had just realized. "The wings!" Eren shouted. "Gin's wings changed, and his power became uncontrollable." Crack! I heard the sound of my flesh tearing. My back felt like it had a hole in it and was bleeding a lot. The wings that I could previously control—appearing and hiding—were now uncontrollable.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my jaws. Mila let out an enraged screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the ground—hot, neon green, and acidic, but blood nonetheless.

She heard something and on her hands and knees, she raised her face to the sky, expecting to see the bearers of the wings that beat in her ears but the sky was empty. The wings clapped louder, raising the hair on her nape ominously and the ball glowed brighter, so bright it was blinding. The pain was too much. Freya collapsed to the ground unconscious.

“Zoi is there. He made his way into the world and is probably going to destroy it.” “What? How?” He looked down again. “All the more reason for you to stay!” He held her by the hand an the scenery changed. They were back in the grassy field again. “What gives?” she yelled. “I need to get back!” She said, grabbing his robe. “You would die, immediately you went back.” She gripped his robe harder. “I don’t care!” He put his hand on her shoulder and she felt light in the head. “At least let me give you a fighting chance.” He stepped back and spread his wings. Beautiful, black and smooth and huge. Then he reached behind himself and ripped one out and stepped towards her. Her eyes widened, but she