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Chapter 989, Section 984: The Majesty of the God-King (Part 2)

As he spoke, the previously silent air began to become turbid, and then a fierce wind carrying blazing flames suddenly formed behind the seraphim, turning into burning ropes that tightly bound her neck and limbs.

Then, the liquid flames that were falling like rain began to slow down. Many of them paused in mid-air before solidifying. At the same time, the originally dry ground began to seep moisture, which then began to float up into the sky, like raindrops falling backward.

The two sides had just made contact when they began to rapidly dissolve into each other. At the same time, the Angel of Power was aiming his bow at Marne when cracks appeared in the ground behind him. A nimble and enormous monster suddenly emerged and then floated away in a bizarre manner, like a balloon rising rapidly into the air, towards the Angel of Power.

Dozens of holy arrows burst forth towards Marne, and then the monster opened its blood-red maw toward the upper body of the Archangel.

Marne raised his hand and casually twirled the spear, deflecting most of the arrows. A few holy arrows that evaded the spear struck him precisely, leaving a golden holy mark.

But as his body began to burn with raging flames, these divine powers also began to dissipate rapidly.

A silver light appeared before him, beginning to drift towards the two angels like mist. As the moonlight spread, the golden bell seemed to become somewhat illusory, and the heavens above appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Having completely shaken off the interference of the two angels, Marne raised his head and looked at the Throne, who was still being pulled along by his majority of power and unable to escape. Then, he gripped his spear tightly and flew up.

Countless golden rays began to emerge among them, and exquisite divine magic began to condense a defensive layer. However, all the heavenly power began to dissolve rapidly the moment it came into contact with the spear, and it could not stop his advance at all.

In a mere instant, the tip of the gun grazed the angel's neck.

Golden holy blood sprayed out.

The angel's head flew off, and before it even hit the ground, a white spear tinged with gold pierced its eyeballs like lightning, swiftly shattering its entire head.

Its headless body tried to struggle, but Marne's arm had already pierced its heart, and the raging fire of the sun spread within it, quickly incinerating the body into ashes.

The golden bell also gradually disappeared with the passing of the Throne Angel.

This six-winged angel was killed so easily by him.

Marne withdrew his hand and calmly looked at the two angels who were still trembling with the other gods, saying:

"I've already said it, you can't stop me."

The two angels who witnessed this scene were not saddened, but their eyes darkened. Although the Thrones were indeed the least skilled fighters among them, they never expected that the Sun God could kill him in just a few seconds.

Moreover, with his death, their mission was completely a failure. Things had developed in a way that was far beyond the Cherubim's plans, and that was the most problematic thing.

And that weapon, the weapon that can dissolve the power of heaven.

This is also a huge problem.

The two angels exchanged a glance, then suddenly burst forth with terrifying speed, fleeing into the distance. Seeing this, the other deities gave chase for a moment, but quickly stopped and returned to Marne's side.

The figures of the moon god, the wind god, the sea god, and the sky god all appeared near Marne.

"I thought this battle would last longer." The sea god, riding on the giant beast, looked at the two angels fleeing into the distance with slight dissatisfaction. "I didn't expect this weapon to be so powerful."

Marx and Engels sheathed their spears, their expressions ranging from confident to arrogant:
"In the Southern Federation, no one can escape my grasp."

The God of the Sky looked at Marne with some apprehension: "Given the power of that weapon, we might have just had a chance to kill another angel."

Marx and Engels said calmly:
"Perhaps, but that's meaningless. Heaven can create angels at will. Unless they're stupid enough to keep sending themselves to their deaths in the Southern Federation, such consumption won't have any impact."

"And they may not be so easy to deal with."

Although the two angels fled immediately after seeing their companion die, it was not out of fear, but simply because they could no longer complete their mission.

As battle angels, they are completely different from the special profession of Thrones. Even if we could kill them here, it would definitely be a very troublesome matter, and it would likely expose more important information.

Even taking all that into account, this battle was absolutely not worth it.

"But I really didn't expect you to handle things so well," Poseidon praised indirectly. "Not only did you come all the way to find us, but you also carried out such a swift decapitation, and you knew not to waste your strength."

"Hmm, I feel like you're becoming more and more like my ex-husband."

Marne showed no expression upon hearing this, but the God of the Sky seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"Of course." The Wind God, however, had his nose practically pointing to the sky. "Who do you think Sera is?"

But Marx and Engels did not feel happy when they heard these praises; instead, their expressions became increasingly serious.

Noticing this, the sea god asked with concern:

"What's wrong? Are you worried that he faked his death or something? I can assure you, even a Cherubim cannot fake such a death. Those little tricks can't escape my eyes."

Marx and Engels shook their heads:

"No, you're right. This battle was far too easy, much easier than I expected. I didn't realize that the Cherubim hadn't actually shown up. I feel like something's not right here."

The God of the Sky asked, puzzled:
"Didn't the Federation say they've stalled him? And you can also counter his prophecy."

Marx and Engels shook their heads:

"But even so, the Cherubim should not be unable to share any power, and he, like us, has no fear of death, and my counter-prophecy should not hinder his actions here."

"Because it was a trap he designed in advance, but a trap of this magnitude might be able to deal with many people, but it is by no means foolproof in this world, especially when they are in the Southern Federation."

Poseidon frowned:

"You mean there's some kind of conspiracy involved? But I'm certain that it was indeed an angel. I've seen him many times before, and this guy isn't very strong."

Marx and Engels agreed:
"Yes, I believe your judgment. The Thrones should indeed be dead, which is good news. But I worry that this might be exactly what the Cherubim were hoping for."

Even without being explicitly stated, the Seraphim did reveal a certain attitude during their brief meeting.

Although he was carrying out the cherubim's orders, he did not entirely agree with his judgment.

What if this isn't actually a trap set for them?