Chapter 53 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (53)
The angels fell down in large numbers like harvested wheat, their pure white wings dyed red with blood, which was shocking to the sight.
"We can't hold on any longer! Brothers, let's retreat!" an angel shouted in despair. The holy sword in his hand was already full of holes and his body was also covered with wounds.
His crying voice echoed throughout the battlefield and caused panic among more angels.
"Is it really the end? Are we really going to lose?" The feeling of despair spread like a plague. Many angels' eyes became dull and they lost the will to fight.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and despair, making people feel suffocated.
Feng Ziang saw Michael clenching his fists tightly, his face pale.
Feng Ziang held Michael tightly in his arms with heartache. His embrace was warm and powerful, as if it wanted to absorb all of Michael's pain.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Feng Ziang comforted softly. His voice was low and firm, with the power to soothe people's hearts.
Michael leaned in Feng Ziang's warm embrace and felt a rare sense of peace.
He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the warmth from Feng Ziang. This might be the only comfort on the battlefield at this moment.
The angels around saw this scene and widened their eyes in surprise.
They had never seen two people so close before, and they felt a little envious and a little confused.
After all, in their deep-rooted belief, angels shouldn't behave in such a "gay" way.
At this moment, Azazel, wielding a huge black flame axe, rushed into the angel camp like an angry beast. His axe was invincible, and every swing could take away the lives of several angels.
"Ah——" A shrill scream cut through the sky, and a young angel was split in half by Azazel's giant axe. Blood splattered on the other angels, and they were awakened from their confusion in an instant as if they were splashed with cold water, and their fear became even stronger.
"We can't go on like this!" Feng Ziang let go of Michael. He looked at the tragic situation in front of him, gritted his teeth, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "Michael, we have to do something!"
Michael slowly opened his eyes, his gaze became firm and sharp, and he nodded: "I know, we..."
Michael took a deep breath and scanned the chaotic battlefield with his sharp eyes.
"Their attacks... have a pattern!" He suddenly grabbed Feng Ziang's arm, "Look, the intervals between each of their charges and the timing of their retreat seem to follow a certain rhythm!" Feng Ziang also observed attentively, and just as Michael said, the actions of the demon legion were not completely violent and disorderly, but concealed a certain pattern.
"I'll lead you guys in the fight. (A joking expression on the Internet, without any practical meaning) These guys are quite organized!" Feng Ziang couldn't help but complain.
"All angels, listen up!" Michael shouted loudly, his voice resounding like a bell throughout the battlefield, "Give up defending to the death, and fight guerrilla warfare in small teams! Avoid the enemy's sharp edge and wait for an opportunity to counterattack!" Although the angels were a little confused by this sudden change in tactics, Michael's prestige in their hearts was extremely high, so they still chose to obey orders and began to adjust their formation.
Feng Ziang also joined the battle, the long sword in his hand dancing like a dragon, and every attack was precise and deadly.
"Brothers, follow the rhythm and swing!" He shouted while fighting, trying to ease the angels' tension with a relaxed tone.
The effect of the new tactics was immediate. The demon army's offensive was blocked and the originally tidal offensive was disrupted. The angels seized the opportunity and dealt a heavy blow to the demons.
"Beautiful! That's it!" Feng Ziang shouted excitedly.
Uriel watched all this coldly from the sidelines. Although the new tactics were indeed effective, he still insisted on his own opinion.
"This is just a temporary measure. Lucifer will find out sooner or later!" He said loudly to Michael, "We should..."
"Enough!" Michael interrupted Uriel impatiently, "Now is not the time to argue, let's get through the difficulties first!" The quarrel between the two became louder and louder, and the angels around them were at a loss and looked at each other.
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a powerful aura enveloped the entire battlefield, making it hard to breathe.
"Lucifer..." Michael's face changed, and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Feng Ziang also felt the danger approaching. He gripped the sword tightly in his hand and looked forward with a firm gaze.
Lucifer appeared in the sky. He looked down at the battlefield like a god, with a sneer on his face.
"Michael, Feng Ziang...long time no see." He spoke slowly, his voice sounded like it came from the abyss of hell, carrying endless chill.
"Let me see how long you can hold out."
The breath of Lucifer's arrival was like a doomsday disaster, pressing down from the sky to the earth.
The air seemed to freeze, and everything on the battlefield slowed down. Only the sound of heartbeats could be heard in my ears, hitting my tense nerves.
Fengzi held the long sword tightly in his hand. The cold touch of the sword made him even calmer.
Michael stood in front of Feng Ziang, his golden wings trembling slightly, releasing a divine light, trying to dispel the suffocating darkness.
The angels looked at the demon in the sky, their hearts trembled, and they even breathed carefully, for fear that any sound would anger the demon.
The fate of the entire heaven now seemed to depend on Michael and Feng Ziang.
"No, I can't just passively take a beating like this!" Feng Ziang thought to himself.
His eyes fixed, and he suddenly made a bold decision. He flashed his body and rushed into the depths of the demon army like an arrow.
He has only one goal - to find Lucifer's weakness. Only in this way can he turn the tide of the battle!
"Hmph, you want to find me? Not that easy!" Lucifer smiled contemptuously and waved his hand. The demon army instantly rushed towards Feng Ziang like a tide.
Countless sharp claws, fangs, and venom, accompanied by gusts of bloody wind, blew towards his face.
Feng Ziang relied on his agility to dodge left and right, narrowly avoiding fatal attacks time and time again.
The long sword in his hand danced like the wind, and every attack was filled with murderous intent. However, facing the demons that poured in like a tide, he seemed a little powerless.
Azazel roared, and he rushed towards Feng Ziang like a heavy tank.
His iron fist brought with it a whistling sound, as if it was tearing the air apart.
Feng Ziang frowned and quickly raised his sword to block, but there was a loud "bang" and he was shocked back several steps, with his palms numb.
"Hmph, you little envoy of God, dare you be so presumptuous in front of this general?" Azazel laughed obscenely and swung his fist again, smashing towards Feng Ziang like a rainstorm.
Feng Ziang was caught in a dilemma, constantly dodging Azazel's attacks, secretly groaning in his heart.
He felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.
"Zi'ang, be careful!" Michael's voice floated in the wind, carrying a deep worry.
He wanted to rush over to support, but was suppressed by Lucifer's powerful aura and could not move at all.
Michael watched Feng Ziang struggling in the enemy camp.
Just when Feng Ziang was about to be caught by Azazel, a golden light suddenly shot out and blocked Azazel's attack.
Michael finally broke free and joined the battle.
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