Chapter 49 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (40)
"Michael, are you still playing dumb? Do you really think I don't know you're suspicious of me?"
Michael suddenly raised his head and stared at Cain with sharp eyes, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.
"What do you mean?" he asked in a deep voice.
The smile on Cain's face became even more arrogant. He slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Michael.
"What I mean is, I am the undercover sent by Lucifer!" His voice echoed throughout the battlefield. The angels around him were stunned and looked at him in disbelief.
The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became strange. The air seemed to freeze and there was total silence.
"You..." Michael was furious. The holy light in his hand flashed, and a powerful pressure attacked Cain. "How dare you betray Heaven!"
Cain didn't care about Michael's anger, but became even more arrogant, "Betrayal? This is not betrayal, this is a choice! I choose to stand on the side of the victor!" He laughed wildly, the dark aura on his body surged, and black wings spread out behind him, like a fallen devil.
"Cain! Are you crazy?" an angel shouted in disbelief.
"Crazy? I'm sober!" Cain's eyes flashed with madness, "I've had enough! On what basis can Michael be so high and mighty, while we can only serve as his foils? Lord Lucifer promised that as long as I help him defeat Michael, he will give me supreme power!"
"Shut up!" Michael could no longer tolerate Cain's outrageous words. He roared and pointed the holy sword in his hand at Cain. "Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of God and bring you, the traitor, to justice!"
Cain sneered, his eyes full of provocation, "Then come and try, Michael! Let me see if you have the ability!" The long sword in his hand also pointed at Michael, and the power of darkness surged in his body, "I will let you know that it is not only me who betrayed you..."
Michael roared, and the holy sword wrapped in blazing holy light slashed straight at Cain.
Cain was not in a hurry. He grinned, and the long sword in his hand was wrapped in black flames, which blocked Michael's attack.
The two swords collided, causing a sharp metallic friction sound and sparks flying everywhere.
"Hey, Michael, this trick of yours doesn't work!" Cain laughed strangely, and the black air on his body became thicker, spreading in the air like ink.
The sword moves in his hand also became strange and unpredictable, sometimes cold as a snake, sometimes violent as a beast.
For a moment, Michael was suppressed by Cain's evil spirit and was defeated step by step.
The angels around were terrified and clenched their fists, but they did not dare to step forward to help for fear of disrupting Michael's rhythm.
"What kind of power is this?!" Michael cursed in his heart. Cain's attack made him feel cold and uncomfortable, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
He could only continue to wield the holy sword, trying his best to resist Cain's overwhelming attack.
On the battlefield, holy light and black energy intertwined and collided, emitting deafening roars that made people's hearts tremble with fear.
On the other side, Feng Ziang seemed to have a "God's perspective" and was speeding through the castle.
He no longer used forceful tactics, but instead made full use of the castle's structure and set numerous traps.
He first lured the demons into a narrow passage, then used a mechanism to make huge rocks fall from the ceiling, instantly crushing them into pulp.
Then, he placed "land mines" at the corners, and any demon that approached would be blown to pieces.
The screams of demons and the sounds of explosions echoed throughout the castle, as lively as setting off firecrackers during the New Year.
"Hmph, is that all you can do?" Feng Ziang stood among the demon's corpses, the long sword in his hand still dripping with blood, a sneer of disdain on his lips.
He looked around with a stern gaze, like a god of war, filled with a strong sense of oppression.
He took a light leap, and in a few breaths, he disappeared into the depths of the corridor, leaving only the castle echoing with his scent of victory.
Suddenly, Feng Ziang stopped walking.
His eyes narrowed, as if he sensed something.
He looked towards the end of the passage, where something was approaching.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded in the passage: "It seems that you are really an interesting guy..."
Lucifer looked at Cain and Michael who were fighting to a standstill, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand lazily, and a black magic power burst out instantly, rushing towards Michael like a surging tide.
"Michael, you have more than one opponent!" Lucifer's eerie voice echoed on the battlefield, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
Michael was instantly caught in a situation where he was attacked from both sides. He roared angrily and swung the holy sword in his hand more fiercely, but he was still unable to withstand the attack from both forces.
There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.
The pressure on the battlefield doubled, and the collision between holy light and darkness became more intense, like the end of the world, making it hard to breathe.
At this moment, Raphael, with his injured body, tried to help Michael, but was attacked by a ferocious demon.
The devil's sharp claws pierced his chest like steel, blood spurted out, staining Raphael's armor red.
He fell heavily to the ground with a muffled groan. The angels around him cried out in grief, and the battlefield was filled with despair.
"Raphael!" Michael's eyes were bloodshot. He roared and burst out with even more powerful power. The holy light burned like a raging fire, instantly forcing Cain and Lucifer back.
His figure stood on the battlefield, emitting a dazzling light, like a god of war, but he had also suffered heavy losses and his physical strength had reached its limit.
He knew that he could not fall down in this battle because he still had something to protect.
At the same time, Feng Ziang was advancing rapidly in the castle, as if he had turned on the "invincible mode".
He cracked the traps and fought off the demons along the way, as if he was in an unknown place.
He would occasionally make a few complaints, such as "This mechanism is too simple, was it designed by an elementary school student?" or "This demon is so ugly, it affects the cityscape!".
He nimbly moved through the maze-like passages, getting closer and closer to the exit.
Suddenly, Feng Ziang stopped, his heartbeat quickened, as if he sensed something.
He looked at the passage in front of him. It was pitch black, like the gaping mouth of a beast, waiting to devour everything.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded faintly in the passage: "Do you think you can escape?"
Feng Ziang's heart was beating like a drum, not because of fear, but because of excitement.
He felt himself getting closer and closer to Michael, that familiar, reassuring breath, already within reach.
The passages in the castle were like a huge maze, and the light was so dim that it seemed as if doomsday had arrived.
The uneven patterns on the wall echo in your ears like the devil's whispers, making you feel as if you are trapped in an endless nightmare.
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