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After learning this through touch, Alexei stopped groping and instead clenched his fist, gathering strength and punching hard at the stone door.

Deliberate punch!

"boom--!"

There was a muffled sound underground, followed by the sound of rubble. Alexei broke through the stone door, waved away the dust in front of him, and stepped into the stone door.

"Ahhh!"

"Zi La~"

The low scream was accompanied by a sizzling sound like frying meat. Before Alexei had time to adapt to the sudden white light, he hurriedly retreated.

After avoiding the white light, he took a deep breath to suppress the fear in his heart. At this moment, he felt the pain in his body.

The holy light that just shone on him was definitely of extremely high purity, otherwise there would not be such damage as if sulfuric acid was poured on his face. The skin that was facing the holy light had begun to fester and melt, and wisps of black gas emerged from the wound, and then dissipated into the air.

While circulating the dark energy in his body to repair his flesh, Alexei retreated in the direction he came from without looking back.

This passage is so weird. At the end of the passage is white holy light of extremely high purity. It would be great if he was not a dark creature, but there is no if in reality.

Between risking his life exploring and retreating to save his life, Alexei chose to retreat.

But at the end of the passage, inside the stone door, the holy white light would not just calm down.

The dark creature came in swaggeringly and left swaggeringly. Does it still have any face left? This is not an ordinary holy light, it is the holy light of a fighting angel!

"Ding--!"

Endless holy light suddenly burst out, and the dazzling white light penetrated the underground ruins, making Alexi, who was fleeing, scream in pain.

It wasn't over yet. The holy light with extremely strong penetrating power seemed to sense something and suddenly shrank into an extremely compressed beam of light, rushing straight towards the ground.

………………

The surface of the ruins.

The black fog that covered the sky and the sun had completely obscured the crack. Only a shaky platinum light in the fog was still resisting beyond its capacity.

In the light, Arthur held a huge sword and protected the people behind him, looking at the approaching corpse king as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Phew, get ready, it's coming!"

Arthur reminded in a hoarse voice. Even so, he had no confidence at all. If no miracle happened, this would be their burial place.

"Boom--!"

A miracle happened.

The beam of light that had been compressed to the extreme underground suddenly broke through the ground, and then continued to break through the black fog that covered the sky and reached the sky.

Everyone on the ground was stunned by this sudden change, and the most shocked person was not the Corpse King, but Arthur, because he happened to be in the center of the light column.

I don't know if this is a coincidence or the light column's deliberate act. In a trance, a vague shadow of an angel with wings on its back appeared, holding up the sword of judgment and piercing through the darkness that covered the sun.

This scene made the people at the bottom of the crack go blank, and they couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Facing the Light of Judgment, the Corpse King waved his hands to summon pure black mist to cover himself, and the red light in his eyes became more ferocious.

He hated surprises.

After a few seconds, the beam of light disappeared, and the darkness that covered the sky was reduced by half, and the remaining half was a holy light that made people feel comfortable all over.

Although Arthur's appearance did not change while he was in the beam of light, his temperament suddenly changed drastically, which was even more shocking than if his appearance had changed directly.

The originally emerald green eyes had turned into pure gold without any impurities. The silly temperament was swept away, and the expression was solemn and majestic, and even the appearance seemed to have become more beautiful.

That’s right, not handsome, but beautiful.

Melina looked at the person standing in front of her in surprise. If she hadn't seen Arthur's change with her own eyes, she really couldn't imagine that a person could become two completely different people in an instant.

This person could be anyone, but definitely not the Arthur she knew.

Arthur seemed like a different person. He did not speak a word, but swung the giant sword of holy light and pointed it at the corpse king hidden in the black fog.

"Death Knight, you are guilty, you must be killed!"

“Haha, it’s you.” The Corpse King couldn’t see his figure clearly in the black fog, and his voice was a little ethereal. “The godlike Mikael.”

"It is my honor to be annihilated by you, the leader of the angel army, the archangel, the commander of the angels of power, and the strongest and most beautiful warrior in heaven. However..."

"It is impossible for an archangel of your level to descend directly, not to mention that there is a restriction. So, what qualifications do you have to judge me when you only have a trace of willpower to descend here!"

"Besides, the person possessed is so weak, how much strength can you exert!"

In response to the ridicule of the Corpse King, Archangel Mikael remained indifferent and said sharply: "This has nothing to do with you. Come and fight!"

Although it was just a possession, Mikael's emotions were indeed transmitted. Although not obvious, Melina next to him could clearly feel it.

This archangel seems to be eager for this battle.

But Melina thought again and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. After all, Mikael was described as a fighting angel.

The records clearly state that Mikael was a brave and courageous person. Although he was somewhat warlike, he was full of compassion. He maintained absolute denial and ruthless annihilation of evil things, and was the embodiment of justice.

Moreover, in some astrological and mystical theories, he is also identified as the sun.

Thinking of this, Melina breathed a sigh of relief. With the Archangel here, they could be said to be safe.

Although the Corpse King also said that this was only a trace of the Archangel's will that descended upon him, the Archangel is still the Archangel after all, and even a trace of his will cannot be underestimated.

"Shu~"

The possessed Arthur suddenly glowed with white light, and then the white light gathered on his back and condensed into a pair of holy energy wings.

Chapter 330 Angel

Under the sky, the holy light and the filthy darkness completely divided the rift into two extremes. Mikael, who had condensed his wings, and the corpse king hidden in the black fog faced each other from a distance, and the battle was about to break out.

Mikael tilted his head to glance at the seven people hiding behind him, as if he had made a decision, and rushed out with sword in both hands, aiming directly at the two strange red lights in the black fog.

Like Mikael, the Lich King is also a man of few words, and trash talking before a battle is definitely not something he would do.

Looking at the golden figure that turned into an afterimage, the Corpse King combined the two swords in his hands and clenched them together. Sticky black water climbed onto them, and they instantly turned into a long-handled sickle wrapped in thorns.

The dual swords were no longer suitable for dealing with powerful enemies, and he had just recovered some of his incomplete memories. In his memory, the sickle was the main weapon he had always used.

Moreover, the sickle seemed to be not just a weapon, but also had a deeper meaning. However, the Corpse King could not recall that part now, and could only use the sticky black water to cast a weapon that was only in shape.

The sickle was swung, and the corpse king appeared in front of Mikael in the blink of an eye. When the two weapons touched, the black thorns on the sickle instantly wrapped around the giant sword of holy light.

In response, Mikael attacked with a heavy punch. After releasing the hilt of the sword with his right hand, he clenched his fist tightly to gather strength, and then punched the corpse king hard on the chin from bottom to top.

In slow motion, the corpse king's entire face suddenly wrinkled from the chin, and his skin and flesh wavy as if facing a strong wind. Then a powerful impact force came, directly driving the entire body flying upwards.

Looking at the corpse king flying straight towards the crack like a volcanic eruption, Mikael shook the holy light giant sword, and a holy white flame ignited from the sword, burning all the black thorns remaining on it.

Then Mikael nodded to Melina and the Holy Lance Squad who were hiding on the side. He flapped his white wings and instantly lifted his body into the sky.

"Is this... to reassure us?" Looking at Mikael who was like an arrow shot from a bow, Matvey scratched his head and guessed uncertainly.

The boss was taciturn, and his every move was meaningful. He didn't dare to speculate too much, and he was even more afraid to guess because he had Arthur's face.

"Well, Archangel Mikael, he is the embodiment of 'absolute justice', without a trace of darkness. We just need to trust him." Melina looked at the sky above the black and white crack from afar. A golden figure was chasing the black figure and flying higher and higher, and was about to leave the range of the crack. "Let's go and take a look at the ruins. Although they have been destroyed, there may be something left."

Ruins, underground.

Alexei was buried in the rubble with a dazed look on his face, his eyes lifeless, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

As expected, the rats around him were smashed into pieces, rat juice, rat... I can't say more, it's too disgusting.

After pulling his hands, Alexei found that he had regained the ability to move, but he still didn't want to move. Since he had fallen, he might as well lie down for a while.

There is a famous saying that goes, where you fall, there you lie down.

Hurt by the holy light and buried by the overwhelming rubble, he was tired, exhausted mentally.

After a moment, Alexei freed his hands and began to dig the gravel and soil above his head. He did not need to breathe, so he was not afraid of suffocation.

The holy light explosion just now directly eroded half of the dark energy in his body. The collapse of the rubble directly turned his body into tatters. In order to repair the damaged body, a huge amount of dark energy would be spent.

Therefore, without even fighting, Alexei had very little dark energy left in his body, not even enough for him to summon the nearby rats to help.

"Wow~"

A large gray hand suddenly stretched out from the buried ground, pushed away the gravel and mud above the head, and then pulled the body out from underground.

"Why do I feel like this scene is somewhat familiar?" Alexei shook off the gravel and dust in his hair and muttered to himself somewhat depressedly.

It was still dark underground. He did not dig directly to the surface, but instead dug into another tunnel which luckily had not collapsed. Although the air in the tunnel was dirty and stuffy, it did not have much impact on him.

Alexi calmed down and felt it. The turbulent energy that originally filled the place had completely disappeared. Both the darkness and the holy light disappeared.

"Could it be that the explosion of holy light just now directly cleared this place?" Alexi, who was groping forward, guessed somewhat divergently.

If his energy was not so low, he would have controlled a large number of mice to investigate what was happening here. If nothing else, he would at least want to know if there was anything else happening on the surface.

But given his current condition, it would be good enough if he could get out of the ruins safely.

"Huh? That thing in front..." Alexei, who was walking along the passage, suddenly let out a light exclamation. There was a faint trace of dark energy in front of the passage that he had never sensed before.

As if he had thought of something, Alexei's face straightened and he no longer walked slowly like before. Instead, he mobilized all his strength and rushed to the end of the passage.

If nothing unexpected happens, ahead is the goal of his trip, the power of the sword of death.

………………

"Boom--!"

A loud roar like thunder rang out from the sky, but there was not a single cloud in the sky; even the afterglow in the distance was still so bright, without any trace of dark clouds.

But the cold black fog visible to the naked eye suddenly spread out from the crack, and then wrapped around the corpse king who had already stopped, condensing into a demon phantom on his back. The phantom held a giant sword of hazy black fog, and looked exactly like the corpse king.

Mikael stood in the sky holding a sword. Although there was no shadow of an angel behind him, the light wings on his back became brighter and brighter, emitting a bright and hot glow.

The giant sword of holy light in his hand was suddenly stained with a hint of red light, and then the red light instantly turned into a red-gold flame. After the red-gold flame appeared, it expanded to the entire sword body in just a moment and began to shape the giant sword of holy light.

Raging flames burned on the giant sword of Holy Light, and the huge sword body was also changing. In an instant, a red-gold cross-shaped sword appeared in Mikael's hand.

This scene was captured by the reporters who arrived.

The reporters who rushed to the vicinity, whether they were from Lucia or foreign reporters who had hurried over after receiving the notice, all saw the two people in the sky.

One person was surrounded by cold and ominous black fog, with a demon shadow grinning behind him; another person had holy wings of light on his back that shed endless radiance, and he was holding a red-gold cross-shaped sword that looked extremely majestic.

Anyone who saw this scene and didn't scream out loud was trying their best to restrain themselves. After all, one can't lose control during a live broadcast.

That’s right, the smart reporters started the live broadcast as soon as they arrived here, and coincidentally, none of the reporters who came here were stupid.

Therefore, this scene has been broadcast to TV stations in every household through various satellite transmissions.

Among those watching TV, 99 percent of them were paying attention to the TV station that was broadcasting this scene live. After all, no matter how you look at it, it was a battle between angels and demons.

Or the realistic version.

This is more interesting than neon gods, dragons, and vampires. After all, angels are the messengers of God in Western religions, and there are countless people who believe in God.

Chapter 331 Defeat

"boom--!"

The sky was filled with red flames burning fiercely, engaging in a visible battle with the cold and dark black fog. The black and red colors spread across the sky, completely blocking its original blue color.

Among the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind, Michael is in charge of fire. By the way, in Jewish legend, God Jehovah created the Archangel Michael with fire and the Archangel Gabriel with water.

Therefore, the flame is Mikael.

Mikael held a cross sword that was mainly red with some gold as a secondary color. As he swung it, large patches of holy flames were produced. In an instant, he launched a flaming storm and slashed towards the demon shadow behind the corpse king.

Turbulent energy flows remained in the air, stretching out into gorgeous, eye-catching red ribbons.

But the Corpse King would not sit still and wait for death. The demon shadow behind him wielded an illusory greatsword made of black fog, driving up the dark black fog that occupied half the sky. Its momentum was even greater than that of Mikael's fire storm.

"Boom--!"

Two massive yet completely different energies collided with each other, creating a storm that tore through the air, turning the originally calm sky into a mess. The black and red colors alternated but quickly eroded each other.

In the huge energy turbulence that occupied the sky, the black and red figures had already disappeared, and only a few afterimages left from their fight could be seen. The two afterimages, one black and one red, appeared one after another, and then disappeared in an instant.

Although the battle was so fierce, none of the reporters who were filming this scene in the wilderness ran away. They all introduced the battle situation in the sky with flushed faces.

Even if there is fatal danger, no one wants to leave.

Mikael held a red-gold cross sword and attacked the Corpse King continuously. His sword skills were powerful and unstoppable, which perfectly explained why he had a warlike nature.