Chapter 94: Finale (Part 1) She could easily let him die, or return...

“I drew that.”

Michael spoke calmly, not seeming to be shocked at all, as if he was just discussing tomorrow's weather and asking her if she had eaten or drunk water.

The angel's cold and beautiful face was raised, with an appearance that was neither worldly nor inviolable. But at this moment, it slowly approached her, with an absurd and decadent look, dominating her vision.

"I was thinking of you, your appearance and mannerisms, and indulging my desires, stroke by stroke... after wasting countless sheets of paper, I created that picture."

"I imagine you playing with me with your hands, burning my clothes... stroking my back... praising me for being a good bird..."

"I've dreamt about you more than once. In my dreams, you were stronger than you are now, your voice more beautiful... and even more beautiful when you were filled with love."

Michael's voice gradually faded, with an undercurrent of surging desire mixed in.

However, Lin Miao continued to look at him coldly. Even when being treated with such vulgar language by the chaste Da Tian, ​​she managed a half-smile: "If you're looking to apply to be an M, then I think you've come to the wrong place."

"I don't train other people's dogs."

Michael had already prepared himself to face any cruel humiliation from Lin Miao. He thought he could remain calm no matter what she said; but the ridiculous devil knew him too well and was slightly more skilled than her.

"Other people's home", just three words, the Archangel's ability to break through the defense is fully revealed.

Darkness, resentment, and even a hint of hatred flashed across her beautiful face. These were not the emotions a saint should have while overlooking all living beings from a lotus platform.

"You can even go to the rose garden with that scumbag to enjoy the view, but why are you so cruel to me, not even willing to give me a moment of pleasure?!"

Lin Miao took a long time to react before he remembered that the so-called "human scum" referred to the genuine Seventh Prince.

...The Jealous Chief's vision is certainly superior, but His Excellency the Archangel is even more evil.

Lin Miao: "That mirror—tell me—how long have you been looking at me with that mirror?!"

Everything else is fine, but the scene with her and the three-headed dog...?

Wouldn't he accept it all?!

Michael did not answer.

His waist was bent, and the curve of his long neck extended, cold and white like a swan, exposed to her eyes.

A pair of sea-blue pupils stared straight at her, lips were light in color but not pale, like newly blooming cherry blossoms, slightly opened, and then a bright red tip of the tongue stretched out, licking her lips very slowly, the wet water shimmering.

The bright red color disappears in a flash, causing the heart to tremble.

"How am I inferior to Cerberus? How am I inferior to your subordinates?"

"I have a beautiful face too, and I can make you happy. I can also make you feel excited."

"How can a home-grown flower smell as good as a wild one? Try me, try me, and I'll let you go—"

"Master Miaomiao."

“…”

silence.

Lin Miao's indifference completely buried Michael's last hope.

He was like a paranoid patient who was suddenly stimulated to madness. His spiritual power swept like a storm, trying to restrain Lin Miao and kiss her cheeks, shoulders, neck, and waist, greedily drinking the sweet juice from her petals and fruits, trying to quench his thirst.

The angel's spiritual power restraint was like a thin cotton thread to Lin Miao at this moment, trembling and breaking at the touch.

Lin Miao finally grabbed his neck.

Delicate and slightly cold skin, fragile bones, and blood vessels pulsating under her palm.

She seemed to have a subtle illusion that the six-winged angel at the top of the sky had now become a weak white bird, and its soul seemed to be about to break out of the ground, as if it was struggling to death.

She can easily kill him, or give him life.

Lin Miao's hands tightened little by little, glancing at Leng Yu's face which was flushed and captivatingly charming, but his brain was working at a high speed, thinking rapidly.

It was true that Michael had concealed many things from her, but the same thing still applied—if he wanted to stop her, there was no need for him to help her all the way, or even to cross the border to find her and act as her "employer."

It was impossible for him not to know that she would have a battle with the gods sooner or later, so it was very intriguing that he came to stop her at this critical moment.

Seduce her, provoke her, force her to attack him...

Did he want her to punish him? To hurt him? So that he could feel at ease and not participate in the battle?

No, that's not right. Those reasons are too shallow.

With his meticulous mind in setting up every step, he would not do such useless work.

Lin Miao relaxed his grip slightly, his eyes cold. "That believer of light, 'Lemu', who asked Makuli to build the spire eighty years ago and stood behind him, is you."

"It's me," the archangel admitted crisply, his breath quickening. "You're as clever as ever."

Lin Miao's tone became more serious: "So, the person who taught Makuli the hellish magic, allowing him to prolong his life by depriving others of their essence and occupying their bodies, was also you.

"Then you've wronged me." The archangel's beautifully shaped lips curled upwards slightly, revealing a strange morbidity within his innocence. "I did teach him sorcery, but I didn't let him use it."

"...You know very well what would happen if someone like Makuri remained king. If I hadn't intervened, the world would have been in chaos within ten years. And innocent people would have suffered the consequences."

Michael's smile widened, but his voice grew colder. "You protected humanity so well, and before you disappeared, you even asked Cerberus to guard the Styx. I don't think they understand you at all."

"Humanity," he said lightly, defining it cruelly. "You bully the weak and fear the strong, you're greedy and ignorant. You deserve whatever fate you get."

“…”

"Michael. Setting aside the time when you were with me—is this the truth he taught you over the past hundred years?"

The angel ignored her question and continued, "I falsely conveyed His oracle when constructing the palace spire. I personally brought the monsters out of Hell and reorganized and mutated them. The monsters imprisoned under the spire, the Red Lotus Palace, and the Kingdom Prison were all arranged by me—"

"That small town in the west was attacked by monsters, leaving no one alive. Of course, that was also my instruction."

"Oh, by the way, you probably guessed it. I gave that collection of dark spells to Mrs. Capet. She and Borat are both my helpers in the human world."

“…”

Lin Miao's mind quickly flashed through everything she had experienced since coming to the Holy Continent. In the end, she discovered with a bit of sadness that all the mysteries could be solved with the truth given by Michael.

What a refreshing transition.

She struggled to reach the finish line and was feeling smug about her own wit and strength, but when she turned around, she realized that she had simply been led all the way to an ending that had already been predetermined by others.

Got fooled.

But it’s not a complete failure.

Lin Miao thought, at least she understood the archangel's true intentions from his deliberate provocation and words that would surely anger her.

"Michael." She let go completely and gently touched his face. "You want me to do this to you—"

"You want me to kill you."

"Why?"

Time seemed to be frozen. The archangel who had been so aggressive just now suddenly stiffened and stood still like a perfect statue.

“…”

The offensive and defensive situations are different.

Since Michael was silent, it was Lin Miao's turn. She curled her lips and imitated his harsh and provocative tone: "I suddenly thought of something, Michael."

"You got away with it last time, but this time..."

Lin Miao bit her fingertip and, in front of the silver-haired beauty's frightened eyes, forcefully stuffed her index finger between his lips.

The blood dripped onto the tongue, rolled down uncontrollably, got stuck in the throat, and was forced to be swallowed by the devil.

The deep blue pupils suddenly shrank and changed rapidly; thick ink was released from the depths, spreading outward from the center of the pupils, eroding and engulfing, and finally turned into a strange purple-black.

The back covered by white clothes has smooth and flat texture that undulates, and the shoulder blades bulge out.

The skin was torn silently, and three pairs of huge wings broke out from between the bones, fluttering in the open air.

A deep darkness that seemed to swallow up all light.

The darkness seemed alive, flowing, condensing, and outlining a broad and hideous outline.

...wings that were completely pitch black.

Losing the white color that symbolizes divinity and holiness, purity and protection is equivalent to losing the identity symbol of the Archangel in the divine court.

"You, have fallen...?"

Lin Miao should have been surprised. After all, for an angel, "fall" means a complete loss of faith, and the probability of this happening to a six-winged archangel is close to zero.

But then she thought there was nothing to be surprised about. Wasn't this her guess? Otherwise, why would she use her own blood to test him?

"You saw it." Michael gave a wry smile, spread his hands out in despair, and staggered to his feet. "Are you satisfied, Your Majesty?"

"Are you satisfied? Even if you don't even bother to play with my body, even if I am dispensable to you, I will still do it for you—"

He did not fully express his accusation.

Because the next moment, the environment suddenly became turbulent.

The beautiful and romantic flowers are like a faded scroll, drying up, crushing and then disappearing. The blue sky and the lawn gradually crack, and the realistic sense of simulation is also deteriorating.

The tremors under my feet came in waves, and the background of the real world seemed to appear in the cracks.

The illusion was broken from the outside, or... ?

Lin Miao looked at the angel in surprise, but saw that his expression changed from shock to collapse and despair, and soon became calm and composed, completing a roller coaster-like transformation in just a few seconds.

The messy clothes were straightened by spiritual power, the black wings closed and folded, and Zi Mo's eyeballs returned to their former sea blue.

White clothes, golden waist seal, silver hair, glazed vase.

Just like the first time Lin Miao met him in this life.

At that time, the noble and mysterious Mr. Zhiling brought her to the Holy Continent after the car accident and signed a contract with her, saying that as long as she could successfully capture a puppy, he would send her back to the modern era.

——It always feels like a very distant memory.

The surrounding scenery was crumbling, and everything the illusion fed back to her senses was lost. All that remained in her eyes and ears was Michael's appearance and voice.

"That day you used up your second feather to come to me, appeared in my dream, and said I still owed you a favor."

"I tell you, I always remember it."

“I really always remember it.”

A kind of crystal liquid overflowed from the eye sockets. The sea tide rose and fell, and the waves hit the rocks, leaving dark gray marks, salty and cool.

The angel stretched out her arms and carefully cupped Lin Miao's right wrist. The white silk was smooth, yet strangely itchy.

Then, he slowly brought it to his left chest.

The spiritual energy wrapped around her hand with a decisive and unquestionable force.

Through the chest.