Chapter 65 Quickly Transmigrate! Conquer Michael and Lucifer (65)
With a loud "bang", Michael's shield shattered. He groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground.
When Feng Ziang saw this, his heart sank and a surge of anger filled his heart.
Michael, hold on!
The demons around him seemed to be energized and attacked more fiercely. Feng Ziang felt the pressure doubled, as if he was in a raging sea and could be swallowed up at any time.
The wind howled in the cave, and the roars and crashing sounds of demons intertwined together, like a symphony from hell, which was creepy.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and nauseating sulfur, making people feel suffocated.
Mammon laughed triumphantly: "Haha, Feng Ziang, your doom has come! Hand over the artifact obediently, and I will consider giving you a quick death!"
Feng Ziang raised his head and looked at Mammon. He slowly grasped the artifact in his hand, took a deep breath, and shouted angrily...
"Hey!" Feng Ziang shouted angrily, his voice was like a loud bell, shaking the whole cave three times.
A golden light like a volcanic eruption emanated from his body, which was the ultimate manifestation of divine power. It instantly knocked the besieging demons to the ground, like a scarecrow blown down by a typhoon, in a terrible state.
Mammon was also shocked by this powerful force and retreated repeatedly. She sat down on the ground like a deflated ball, with a look of shock that said "I'm broken" written all over her face.
He never expected that this kid actually had another trick up his sleeve. This golden glow, is he cheating?
Feng Ziang held the artifact in his hand, and the artifact seemed to sense the anger of its master, and instantly burst out with dazzling light, like a small sun, illuminating the entire cave as bright as day.
Wherever the light reached, the demons turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace, and a burning smell filled the air.
This artifact is indeed a must-have for home, travel, murder and robbery. It is definitely an artifact!
Feng Ziang quickly ran to Michael's side, carefully helped him up, and looked at the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, feeling as if his heart was stabbed by a needle.
He wiped the blood from the corner of Michael's mouth with his hand with concern, his eyes full of worry and love.
The two of them looked at each other, no need for words, everything was implied, their eyes were full of the affectionate feeling of "I love you more than I love myself".
Feng Zi held Michael's hand tightly and passed his strength to him, as if telling him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." The air was filled with a strong smell of dog food, so sweet that it was choking.
Just as they were preparing to set out again, the artifact in their hands suddenly vibrated violently, as if trying to break free from its restraints, causing Feng Ziang and Michael to panic.
The light on the artifact flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if foreshadowing that something ominous was about to happen.
The entire cave was shrouded in a strange atmosphere, with cold winds blowing and making people feel creepy.
Feng Ziang held the artifact tightly, his brows locked, his eyes fixed on the artifact, while Michael's face was full of confusion and worry.
At this moment, the artifact vibrated violently again, making a buzzing sound, like the prelude to a death rock, and the air seemed to freeze.
"This...what is going on?" Michael's voice trembled.
The artifact vibrated violently, and it felt like it had swallowed a sky-high monkey, jumping wildly in the hands of Feng Ziang and Michael.
The light became stronger and stronger, almost blinding people's eyes, and the space around them began to "dangdang"
The two looked at each other, confusion and worry written all over their faces. This magical weapon might be causing trouble!
The tense atmosphere instantly filled up, and the air was filled with a sense that "something bad is going to happen".
Feng Ziang gritted his teeth and decided not to just sit there and wait for death, so he tried to communicate with this restless artifact with his consciousness.
As a result, as soon as they came into contact, a powerful force rudely knocked him back. It felt like he had just hit his head against a titanium alloy wall, and his head was buzzing.
This power is not a joke, it is clearly a test for him as a messenger of God!
Feng Ziang suddenly felt a huge pressure, his brows were tightly knitted into a knot, and he tried hard to concentrate and resist this powerful force.
The darkness around him seemed to be mocking his overestimation of his own abilities, becoming even more depressing.
The "buzzing" sound of the artifact soared from the prelude of death rock to the level of a nuclear explosion, almost perforating the eardrums.
Feng Ziang held the artifact tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if he was arm wrestling with a grumpy old man, and the opponent's strength was definitely at the cheating level.
He tried hard to keep himself steady and not let himself be knocked over by this force. He was thinking crazily in his heart: These days, are magical weapons so hard to deal with?
Could it be that my status as a messenger of God was given as a gift when I topped up my phone bill?
Just when Feng Ziang was about to collapse, Michael silently spread his wings and guarded him like a loyal knight.
His eyes were as firm as steel, and he emanated a gentle yet powerful strength.
Feng Ziang felt this power and his heart suddenly warmed up, as if he had been stuffed with a hand warmer on a cold winter night. The previous feeling of pressure suddenly dissipated a lot.
He glanced at Michael, and their eyes spoke volumes.
Feng Ziang felt relieved when he felt Michael's protection. He focused his attention on the artifact again, but Michael said softly, "I'll do it..." Michael whispered "I'll do it" in a low and magnetic voice, like a reassurance pill, which instantly calmed Feng Ziang's restless heart.
He felt Michael's gentle yet firm strength, like a warm current flowing into every part of his body.
Michael spread his wings, emitting a faint glow, enveloping the wind like an indestructible barrier.
Feng Ziang took a deep breath, calmed himself down completely, and decided not to confront the artifact head-on.
He then tried to feel with his heart, to understand the deeper rhythm of the artifact.
At that moment, it was as if a magic door had been opened, and countless information flooded into my mind like a tide.
He understood that this magic weapon was not against him, but was testing him, just like an experienced driver taking a novice on the road and giving him a devilish training first.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.
He was seen holding the magic weapon tightly in both hands, and the power in his body surged out like a volcano erupting. The magic weapon emitted a dazzling light, like an oversized LED bulb, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness and illuminating a new world.
This light not only dispelled the darkness, but also brought with it a divine power, purifying the evil aura in the air.
Feng Ziang felt like he had become one with the divine weapon. That feeling of being in control of everything was simply too good to be true.
Michael watched from the side, his eyes full of relief and admiration.
He didn't expect Feng Ziang to master the use of the magic weapon so quickly. His understanding was simply incredible.
This is a magic weapon, not a cabbage on the roadside that can be mastered easily.
However, just when they thought everything was going well, Lucifer's mental interference arrived as expected.
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