Chapter 70: Conquering Michael and Lucifer (70)
Mammon smiled cunningly and said slowly, "My Lord, Archangel Michael, I think we can make a deal. If you let me live, I promise not to make things difficult for you, and even give you some useful information."
Feng Ziang frowned, secretly alert.
Michael also held the sword tightly, his eyes as sharp as torches.
Feng Ziang sneered: "Mamen, do you think I'm a fool? You still want to deceive me at this time?"
Mammon's face darkened, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes. "Then you will suffer the consequences!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped back and shouted, "Everyone retreat!"
The demons retreated one after another, but the greed in their eyes remained unabated.
Feng Ziang and Michael looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that this was not the end, but a bigger conspiracy.
Mammon continued: "Feng Ziang, have you noticed that every attack by the demons follows a pattern? They always test your defenses first, and then launch a fierce attack. And I, just know this pattern..." Before he finished speaking, Feng Ziang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he had seen through his tricks.
"Mammon, you won't succeed with these little tricks!" Feng Ziang roared, wielding the magic weapon again, ready for a new round of battle, and a hint of determination flashed in Michael's eyes.
Feng Ziang narrowed his eyes, like a high-speed precision instrument, quickly analyzing the demons' attack patterns.
He found that although these devil cubs rushed over with a roar, each attack seemed to be "testing the water temperature". They would first send their minions to die, find out their defenses, and then launch a more fierce attack.
Once you understand this, everything will be easy!
"Michael, pay attention to their rhythm, let them in first, and when they are firing at full power, we will counterattack!" Feng Ziang waved the artifact and shouted in the noisy battlefield. The sound was like its own background music and reached Michael's ears clearly.
Michael understood immediately, and the sword in his hand was no longer in a hurry to attack. Instead, it was like a flexible net, slowly letting the incoming demons in.
When the demons think they have timed themselves out, they open fire at full force.
Feng Ziang and Michael cooperated well, as if they had turned on the "Musou Mode", with golden light shining, sword energy wielding everywhere, and every attack accurately hitting the devil's vital points.
The demons were beaten to a pulp, howling miserably, and fell down in large numbers like harvested leeks.
When Mammon saw his men being mowed down like wheat, the smile on his fat face froze instantly, replaced by horror. His little eyes were filled with disbelief, as if to say, "This is too unscientific!"
During the break in the fight, Michael raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat off Feng Ziang's forehead, his movements were so gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.
Their eyes met, without many words, only the determination and love in each other's hearts.
In this dangerous demon world, this love is like a lighthouse in the dark, which brings them endless strength and makes them more determined to face all dangers.
"I feel like there's a stronger force waiting for us." Feng Ziang felt the pressure coming from afar. It was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Michael held Feng Ziang's hand tightly, his eyes were as firm as iron, and he said in a low and firm voice: "No matter what lies ahead, we will face it together."
The two did not say much, just nodded slightly, stood side by side, took another step, and continued to go deeper into the dark forest.
However, this time their steps were much heavier than before.
Feng Ziang felt that in the depths of the distant darkness, an even more powerful evil force seemed to have opened its bloody mouth, waiting for their arrival.
A cold wind blew by, and the leaves made a rustling sound, as if they were whispering something, or as if they were warning of something. Feng Ziang and Michael looked at each other and continued to move forward.
A chill wind blew in their faces, carrying with it the smell of decay. Feng Ziang and Michael pushed aside the last patch of thorns, and the ruins of an ancient demon castle suddenly appeared before their eyes.
It was like a crouching giant beast, revealing its ferocious outline under the dim sky.
Dark red vines crawled all over the broken walls, like solidified blood, telling the tragic story that had happened here.
"My goodness, it's so spooky, it feels like a haunted house!" Feng Ziang rubbed his arms and complained.
Even though he had experienced countless battles, big and small, he couldn't help but feel a chill at this moment.
Michael held his hand tightly, and a trace of worry flashed in his golden eyes: "Be careful, the atmosphere here is very strange."
The first step into the castle was accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound.
Looking up, the dome had already collapsed, revealing the pitch-black night sky. A few crows were circling by, making creepy cries.
The air was filled with a strong smell of dust, mixed with an indescribable fishy-sweet taste that made people nauseous.
"This taste is incredible! Whose dark cuisine is so addictive even after hundreds of years?" Feng Ziang couldn't help pinching his nose.
They moved forward cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution.
On the broken walls, one can vaguely see some ancient murals depicting terrifying scenes of demonic battles.
Finally, in the deepest part of the castle, they found the artifact - a pitch-black dagger, quietly suspended in the air.
The dagger was surrounded by complex golden runes, emitting powerful energy waves.
"It's Remiel's power!" Michael recognized the familiar aura at a glance.
However, the artifact is surrounded by a powerful restriction, like an insurmountable barrier.
Feng Ziang tried to touch it with his hand, but was bounced back by a powerful force, and his palm went numb.
"Oh my god, there's something about this restriction!" Feng Ziang shook his hands, frowning.
They tried various methods, including divine power, magic, and even Feng Ziang's "unique secret technique" which he kept at the bottom of his box, but none of them could shake the restriction in the slightest.
"It seems that Remiel is going to test us." Michael's face also became solemn.
As time passed, their strength was also being consumed...
"We can't go on like this..." Feng Ziang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice.
Time passes by like sand between fingers, relentlessly.
In the ruins of the castle, the cold atmosphere became increasingly dense, as if an invisible beast had opened its bloody mouth, trying to devour everything.
Feng Ziang and Michael felt the strength in their bodies receding like the tide. Every step they took was like stepping on cotton, empty and powerless.
The darkness around them seemed to come alive, like countless invisible hands whispering in their ears, tempting them to give up resistance.
"Lie down, and let it sink into oblivion..." The voice was deep and magnetic, and seemed to carry magic power, striking directly at the weakest point in the soul.
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