Chapter 8 God's Purge Plan (35)
Just when the reputation of the slanderer was completely destroyed, a powerful force surged from afar. The forces behind the slanderer were unwilling to fail and sent some powerful men to attack Lucifer and Feng Ziang.
These men were powerful, and the oncoming attack was like a violent storm, with a suffocating sense of oppression in the air.
Lucifer remained calm, and the black light in his hand instantly transformed into a protective shield, protecting the two of them.
At the same time, Feng Ziang calmly raised his hand, and a silver light shot out, accurately hitting the enemy's weakness.
"Your tricks are not enough!" Lucifer sneered.
The enemy's attacks were easily resolved time and time again. Gradually, their positions began to waver, and the confidence on their faces was replaced by fear.
When other onlookers saw this scene, they all exclaimed in amazement. Some shouted, "Lucifer, you are so strong!" Others were amazed at Feng Ziang's calmness and precision, their eyes full of admiration.
At this moment, Feng Ziang couldn't help but frown because of a sharp pain. His body shook slightly and a trickle of blood dripped slowly from his arm.
Lucifer's eyes suddenly turned fierce. He clenched his fists, his eyes gleamed with a murderous light, and he shouted: "Feng Ziang, are you injured?!"### Chapter 35: Slander is shattered, glory is bestowed
At this moment, Feng Ziang couldn't help but frown because of a sharp pain. His body shook slightly and a trickle of blood dripped slowly from his arm.
Lucifer's eyes suddenly turned fierce. He clenched his fists, his eyes gleamed with a murderous light, and he shouted, "Feng Ziang, are you injured?!"
Feng Ziang raised his head and looked at Lucifer, his eyes full of emotion and love.
He tried hard to force a smile and whispered, "It's okay, keep fighting." Lucifer's heartache instantly turned into endless strength. His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if the whole world was cheering for them.
The air around them seemed to be filled with power because of their emotions, and in the surging chaos, the light suddenly became bright.
Lucifer and Feng Ziang worked together to cast a powerful spell. A beam of light interwoven with black and silver suddenly burst out, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.
The minions of the forces behind the Slander were forced to retreat under the powerful spells. Their attacks were easily neutralized, and they were eventually completely defeated.
Everyone watching the fight exclaimed in amazement. Some shouted, "Lucifer, you are so strong!" Others were amazed at Feng Ziang's calmness and precision, their eyes full of admiration.
Lucifer and Feng Ziang stood in the center of the crowd, enjoying the glory of victory.
The sun shone through the chaotic sky and fell on them, and the entire intersection became bright and glorious because of their victory.
All forces witnessed Lucifer's power and justice. They began to express their admiration for Lucifer and Feng Ziang, and the scene reached its climax.
However, just as Lucifer was immersed in the joy of victory, Feng Ziang suddenly shook and fell forward.
Lucifer rushed forward, held him, and shouted anxiously: "Feng Ziang, what's wrong with you?!" Feng Ziang's face was pale, and his life breath was gradually weakening.
Lucifer But Michael has always been hostile to him, and Lucifer's heart is suddenly filled with anxiety and uneasiness.
The surrounding environment became depressing again because of this change, and the tension in the air was like a sword hanging in everyone's heart.
Lucifer hugged Feng Ziang tightly, and made up his mind that no matter what, he must rescue Feng Ziang.
Lucifer brought Feng Ziang to the foot of the holy mountain of the angel world.
The holy mountain rises high into the clouds, its body as white as snow, and shines with holy light under the sunlight, as if it was created by God with the purest power, sacred and inviolable.
Lucifer looked up, his brows furrowed, his eyes solemn, his stern face looking as if water could drip out of it.
Feng Ziang leaned weakly beside him, his body trembling slightly, like a leaf that might fall at any time.
As soon as he stepped onto the holy mountain, Metatron appeared in front of Lucifer like a barrier.
His expression was serious, his eyes were cold, and his powerful aura pressed down on Lucifer like a substance.
"Lucifer, you can't go any further. Your actions will destroy the balance." Metatron's voice was low and stern.
Lucifer did not back down. He hugged Feng Ziang tightly and said loudly: "Feng Ziang must be saved. This is more important to me than anything else." The surrounding angels gradually surrounded him, their eyes full of tension and curiosity. The atmosphere on the scene was like a taut string, ready to explode at any moment.
Lucifer's gaze was as firm as iron. He confronted Metatron, and the air around them seemed to freeze.
At this tense moment, Lucifer slowly reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take out something to break the deadlock.
In Lucifer's hand, a scroll suddenly appeared. The ancient parchment emitted a faint golden light, flickering like breathing.
Under the reflection of the light, the mysterious runes seemed to have life, flowing slowly on the paper.
This is the balance contract made by God himself!
The angels who were watching opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen something incredible, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.
"Shit, it's this!" "The long-lost Contract of Balance?!" For a moment, whispers were heard one after another.
Metatron's expression also changed. He stared at the contract in disbelief. He opened his mouth with determination, but said nothing. He could only watch Lucifer and Feng Ziang walk past him.
Lucifer walked with firm steps, a sneer on his lips, and left behind a dashing back.
The road to the holy mountain was winding. Lucifer held Feng Ziang in his arms and walked towards Michael's residence step by step.
The cold mountain breeze blew his long black hair, like black flames dancing in the air.
At this moment, a figure appeared silently in front of Lucifer.
Aguirre, Lucifer's old subordinate, was looking at him with a cunning look, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.
"Lucifer, I can help you." Akir's voice was like venom, full of temptation.
"Oh? What's the price?" Lucifer didn't even raise his eyelids, as if he had expected his appearance.
"It's simple. Just give me the leadership of the fallen angels." Akil smiled greedily, as if he had already seen himself ascending to the throne of power.
Unexpectedly, Lucifer agreed without hesitation: "Sure." He didn't even have the slightest hesitation, as if this was just a trivial matter.
Akil was stunned. He had prepared a lot of speeches, but he didn't expect Lucifer to agree so readily.
He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, as if he had seen something incredible.
The air around seemed to freeze, and a strange atmosphere spread.
Akil held the black feather that symbolized the leadership of the fallen angels, smiled triumphantly, and turned away.
Lucifer stood there, looking at Aguirre's departing back, his eyes were deep and hard to fathom...
He slowly opened the door of Michael's residence.
“Squeak—”
When the door of Michael's residence was pushed open, a clear and holy breath hit my face, forming a sharp contrast with the corrupt aura of Lucifer.
Michael was standing in the middle of the room. He had the same handsome face as Lucifer, but his eyes were completely different.
If Lucifer's eyes were the deep night sky, then Michael's eyes were the scorching sun, burning with rage at this moment, staring at Lucifer as if he wanted to burn him to ashes.
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