Chapter 1122 Supreme War



hell.

Under the pitch-black sky, crimson lava rolled from the broken cliffs. The oppressive red light reflected on the dark clouds, and the entire sky was dyed blood.

A figure pierced through the void, standing on the top of the highest lava mountain with six wings on his back. Michael's furnace-like eyes stared at the surroundings, and golden light spread out from him like a tide, as if a golden sun was hanging high under the blood-red sky.

"Do you think you can hide it from me by hiding here?"

Michael snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and made a fist in the sky above his head. A large golden giant sword was held in his hand, and he slashed it in the air towards the towering lava mountain in front of him!

A ray of golden light flashed across the sky and earth in an instant, and above the deep red mountain, a fine golden thread emerged, followed by endless golden light rushing out from the interior of the mountain, and the entire mountain exploded from the center!

Boom!

A dull roar accompanied by black smoke and dust flew in the air. An old man in a tattered divine robe walked out from under the mountain and looked at Michael floating above his head with a gloomy face.

The old man's left eye was extremely deep, but his right eye was left with only an empty eye socket, with countless scarlet worms twisting in it, forming a strange red eyeball.

"Odin?" Michael's eyes fell on the red eyeball, and his brows slightly frowned. "I was wondering why I sensed a trace of the breath of the gods of the Ksitigarbha clan... It turns out that you have already submitted to them."

A hint of coldness flashed in Odin's eyes, and he said lightly, "They are them, I am me, this is just a kind of cooperation."

After Odin got rid of the God of Morality and Vishnu, he was unable to return to Asgard, so he hid in the ruins of Hell. However, he did not expect that Michael would come to the earth and return here.

"Cooperation?" Michael's eyes seemed to see through Odin's mind. "When my Lord went to the moon to seal Cthulhu, you also participated. You should know how terrible those monsters are. Cooperate with them? Do you really think they will help you?

You have already reached the highest point, and your fighting power is the strongest on Earth, so why would you take this risk?"

Odin slowly closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "You won't understand."

Michael held the golden giant sword, and the divine power around him surged rapidly. The [Mortal God Realm] instantly covered every corner of Hell. Like a holy angel about to make a judgment, he said in a questioning tone:

"Then let me ask you another question... Did the gods of Ksith instruct you to steal the Ark of the Covenant? How did they know what was inside?"

Odin raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Fifty years ago, it was you who destroyed the seal of the moon?"

Odin remained silent.

Seeing that Odin had no intention of speaking, the divine power around Michael became brighter and brighter. He held the golden giant sword in his hand and shook his head:

"Forget it. No matter what your purpose is, as long as you have anything to do with those things on the moon, you must die."

The six wings behind Michael that covered the sky and the sun shook, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. A golden sword light cut through the space and slashed directly towards Odin's neck!

Odin, wearing a tattered white robe, stood quietly in the same place. On his wrinkled face, the scarlet eyes slowly moved, and he spoke lightly:

"If we were on the moon, with your feet on the fragment of the origin of the Kingdom of Heaven, I would definitely not be your opponent... But on Earth, even if you have the [Mortal God Realm], it would not be that easy to kill me."

Odin raised his hand slightly, and the space and time around him distorted rapidly.

Before the dazzling golden sword touched Odin's neck, it was tightly grasped in the palm of an old hand full of wrinkles and spots, as if there was an insurmountable wall between them, and it couldn't cut into it at all.

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly, and a flash of golden light flashed across the sword.

Sizzle——!!

The golden giant sword directly passed over the invisible wall and cut Odin's palm in half. Odin's pupils shrank slightly, and the next moment he flashed under the sky dozens of miles away. He frowned and looked at the six-winged Seraphim in the distance, and slowly put down his broken palm.

Countless red bugs crawled out of his flesh and blood, twisting and repairing the broken palm, and it returned to its original state in a breath.

"Is this a miracle? Everyone says you, Michael, are the strongest fighter in Heaven. Now it seems that your reputation is well-deserved." Odin's voice echoed under the sky, his deep left eye flashing with murderous intent. "As long as you are alive, the seal of the moon will be almost impossible to break."

"Want to help those monsters kill me?" Michael held the golden giant sword in one hand, and his six white wings fluttered gently under the crimson sky. His face was as cold as an iceberg under the light. "You can't do it."

He flapped his six wings lightly, and his figure disappeared again.

Odin's eyes sparkled, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he raised his fingertips and lightly stroked the crimson sky.

In the dim sky, a white crack shattered, and countless gray-white ashes fell like falling snow, scattered in hell.

Michael flew to mid-air and then stopped. He reached out to catch a piece of ash and frowned slightly:

"…What is this?"

Odin glanced at Him, stretched out his hands in the air, tore a hole in Hell, and disappeared in a flash.

"You can't escape." When Michael saw Odin leaving, he immediately turned into a golden light and followed him.

Judging from the current intelligence, it was Odin who destroyed the seal of the moon and took away the Ark of the Covenant fifty years ago. Michael would never let him leave.

After the two supreme gods broke through the border of hell one after another, this former kingdom of the evil god fell into deathly silence again. Only ashes were left falling from the crack in the sky, spreading on the crimson earth like snowflakes.

After an unknown amount of time, dark shadows walked out from every corner of hell and stood beneath the ashes and snow, like a group of devout believers being baptized.

Heaven.

As the aura of the two supreme gods left, the ground finally stopped shaking. Lin Qiye and the other two stood in front of the empty wooden box and looked at each other, seeing bitterness in each other's eyes.

"I don't know if Seraphim can get the Ark of the Covenant back." An Qingyu sighed.

"Things at that level are no longer something we can interfere with." Lin Qiye shook his head. "Let's go back to the ship and wait for news. Brother Zhua is still waiting for us."

"Um."

“…”

The three of them stood around the platform, looking at each other, and the air suddenly fell silent.

"Did He tell us how we should get back?" Jiang Er asked tentatively.

“…It seems not.” Lin Qiye’s expression was extremely strange.

"He only told me how to get in, but didn't tell me how to leave." An Qingyu was silent for a moment, "Maybe the process is the same?"


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