"Whoosh..." Just as the archangel emerged from the spatial passage, Wang Han immediately hurled his spear, which pierced through the archangel's chest like a black ray of light and shot into the spatial passage behind him.
"How is this possible? How could there be such a thing in the lower realm..." The archangel looked at the huge hole in his chest in disbelief, and then immediately turned around and rushed back into the spatial passage.
"Oh, Pope, it seems the archangel who sent you here at the cost of your life had some urgent business. He went back without even saying goodbye." Wang Han said to the Pope with a mocking tone, watching the archangel flee back into the spatial passage.
"Golden blood..." Everyone stared in disbelief at the trail of blood, faintly glowing with gold, falling from the sky. They had no idea what had just happened. In the blink of an eye, the archangel, on whom they had placed so much hope, had a large hole in his chest and was desperately fleeing. The archangel hadn't been injured before he appeared, so why did he suddenly have a bleeding hole in his chest?
'His speed was so fast that even the Archangel couldn't react.' The werewolf king and the vampire prince looked at Wang Han with even greater respect, and the fear in their eyes intensified.
"Impossible, this is impossible," the Pope cried out in despair, his body visibly shriveling up.
"Your method of asking for help comes at a high price," Wang Han said, shaking his head. With a flick of his wrist, he drew the Bible from the Pope's hand into his own. "However, I must thank you. Thanks to your help, I had the opportunity to throw the spatial coordinates into Heaven. As a token of my gratitude, I will send all the angels of Heaven to keep you company."
"You... Pfft..." Upon hearing Wang Han's words, the already emaciated Pope spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, but he no longer breathed.
"The Pope..." the remaining cardinals of the Vatican cried out in sorrow.
"Heretics, die!" The head of the Inquisition roared as he charged madly toward Wang Han, sword in hand.
“Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll send you down to keep the Pope company first,” Wang Han said, as a throwing knife shot out of his hand. The knife multiplied into eleven in mid-air, turning into black phantoms that instantly struck the foreheads of all the cardinals and the head of the Inquisition, exiting from the back of their heads.
"Gulp." The werewolf king and the vampire prince swallowed hard. They only saw a black shadow fly out of their master's hand, and all these powerful cardinals were dead. Their master was so powerful that even a simple attack was beyond their ability to withstand.
"Oh, and don't go to heaven after you die, or I'll kill you twice." Looking at the corpse still in its last pose, Wang Han said, then with a wave of his hand, he grabbed the Saintess who had fallen unconscious under an illusion and was now in his hand. He then instructed the Werewolf King and the Vampire Prince, "You two are much stronger than before. Stay here and clean up the rest of the small fry. Don't let a single one escape."
"Yes, Master." The werewolf king and the vampire prince responded immediately.
"Once you've finished, you can proceed on your own," Wang Han said, taking a step forward while carrying the unconscious Holy Maiden. He then used his wall-penetrating ability and disappeared into the skies above the Holy City.
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"What a beautiful place! Even those angels, those eyesores, don't seem out of place in this picturesque setting. It truly deserves the name of Heaven. If it weren't for the fact that you were also involved in that war, if it weren't for the fact that you consider those who harm your interests to be heretics, and if you weren't doing dark things in the name of holiness, I really wouldn't have the heart to turn this place into hell." Wang Han looked at the beautiful scenery around him and said regretfully, "It's a pity that interests have made you different from the angels in my heart."
A sea of white flowers, lush green trees, dotted with tiny white blossoms, and bright sunlight shining on the plants and trees, making the surroundings as beautiful as a painting.
"Who are you? Who are you carrying? Put them down." As Wang Han was sighing, several angels nearby also noticed Wang Han, this outsider who was different from them, and flew in front of him, questioning him from above.
“A bad guy, a really bad guy,” Wang Han said. With his other hand, he drew the Bloodthirsty Blade from his waist.
"You heretic who's courting death." Upon hearing this, the two angels drew their noble swords and charged at Wang Han, completely disregarding the person Wang Han was carrying.
"Birdman," Wang Han said, raising his sword and slashing at the angels from a distance.
"Whoosh..." A huge and sharp sword aura was unleashed from the Bloodthirsty Blade, rapidly sweeping across the bodies of several angels before flying into the sky and cleaving through the clouds.
"Pfft pfft pfft..." The two angels rushing towards Wang Han, along with several of their companions behind them, were simultaneously severed at the waist, with golden blood gushing out from their broken bodies.
"Help!" The angels who had been cut in half at the waist by Wang Han's sword were not dead. Their upper bodies flapped their wings desperately and flew away into the distance, desperately calling for help from the angels in the distance.
The angels had noticed their approach to Wang Han beforehand, and they clearly saw him unleash a terrifying blade of energy that not only cleaved several approaching angels in two, but also cleaved the clouds in the sky. The angels who had been somewhat stunned earlier, upon hearing the cries for help from the other angels, immediately turned and flew away into the distance.
"They can even run away after being cut in half at the waist! These angels are really something else! This is getting interesting." Wang Han was somewhat astonished as he watched the angel, whose upper body, though severed at the waist, could still flap its wings and escape. He finally became interested. In a flash, his figure appeared in front of one of the fleeing angels, grabbed it by the neck, and with a gentle pat on the angel's body, sealed it in place, rendering it unable to move.
Seeing this, the other angels not only did not come to the angel's rescue, but instead desperately fled in other directions.
Wang Han activated his White Eyes, carefully observing the condition inside the angel's body in his hand.
"Is this the reason for its immortality?" Wang Han's arm plunged directly into the angel's chest, from which emerged a fist-sized, oval-shaped white object dripping with golden blood. This substance was hard and emitted a faint white light. In Wang Han's white eyes, this was the angel's energy source, constantly providing energy to the angel's limbs and bones.
"It's just a guess, but don't take it out." The angel in Wang Han's hand looked at the Angel Heart in Wang Han's hand, its eyes filled with resentment as they gradually dimmed.
"Looks like I've found something good." Looking at the Angel's Heart in his hand, Wang Han smiled. He had a large group of men worrying about their short and fragile lives, and this thing might come in very handy.
"I need to collect more," Wang Han muttered to himself, before disappearing again.
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