chsdbacks Chapter 297 The Twin Swords of Life and Death, Angels Weeping Blood
Chapter 297 The Twin Swords of Life and Death, Angels Weeping Blood
Chapter 296 The Twin Swords of Life and Death, Angels Weeping Blood
Before the words of the God of Machines, who had been "not particularly concerned," had even faded, a strange change occurred on the altar!
The old emperor, who had been listless and seemed on the verge of collapse, stopped trying to hide his strength and straightened his back, regaining his former imposing aura.
at the same time,
The dimness in his eyes was suddenly replaced by a resolute fierceness. His hands formed hand seals with a speed beyond the limits of vision, and a deep, ancient dragon roar escaped from the depths of his throat:
"With the Azure Dragon's power, and the people's livelihood as our witness!"
"boom--!"
As if some kind of mysterious covenant had been triggered, an invisible tremor surged across the entire Great Sheng territory, flowing along the earth's veins and the beliefs of the people.
The power of all living beings, visible to the naked eye and as vast as the sea, converged on the Eastern Mountain Imperial Mausoleum from all directions, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.
These powers, tinged with a pale blue hue, contained the prayers of the people, the weight of the state, and the flame of civilization, all of which flowed into the old emperor's body!
"roar--!"
A dragon's roar that shook the heavens resounded, and behind the old emperor, an enormous azure dragon, existing between reality and illusion, suddenly materialized.
The dragon's eyes are like the sun and moon, its body like a mountain range, and its scales and claws gleam with an immense power that commands the East, holds life and imperial authority.
The old emperor's aura began to rise wildly, instantly breaking through the limits of ordinary angels and surpassing the level of the King of Angels. A pressure that made heaven and earth change color enveloped the entire area!
This is the strength of the person with the highest authority in the Eastern Continent.
however,
Behind this glory lies a shocking price!
Twisted cracks, like shattered porcelain, began to appear on the old emperor's body, and golden blood seeped out from them.
His face was flushed with an abnormal redness. Clearly, his body and soul, already riddled with holes and clinging to life by secret methods, were simply unable to withstand such a massive influx of the power of all living beings.
This put everyone at ease.
Although the old emperor's aura had surpassed that of the King of Angels, it had not yet reached the level of being temporarily comparable to a god, as it had before.
He is only slightly stronger than the King of Angels.
"As expected... it's just a spent force!"
Upon seeing this, Churt was initially startled, then breathed a sigh of relief, and his face regained its mocking expression.
"Back then, he withstood divine punishment head-on, destroying his foundation. Now, he's suffering a backlash from the ritual; he's essentially burning away the last of his life essence!"
"That's right, he won't last long!" Bishop Anne also saw through the situation, and a hint of pleasure flashed in her eyes.
The angels and representatives of the West were relieved.
Although the power the old emperor was displaying at this moment was terrifying, it was like a tree without roots or a fire without a source, full of a sense of "fragmentation" and "instability," far removed from the peak state of the legendary emperor who had slain gods.
They recalled that the seven gods had been asleep for decades and had not fully recovered. How could this old emperor, who had not become a god, possibly have recovered from his injuries? He was merely overdrawing his remaining strength.
"Your Majesty!" Wen Zhiyin's eyes widened in horror.
He knew this was the old emperor's last desperate attempt.
He could wait no longer. A surge of righteous energy rose from his body, and the image of a Confucian sage, a hundred feet tall, wearing a Confucian hat and holding a scripture, appeared. He loudly recited the Spring and Autumn Annals, each word turning into golden runes, drawing upon the righteous energy of heaven and earth, and was about to step forward to help.
"Hmph! Your opponent is me!" The angel from the Church of War sneered, holding a giant sword burning with holy flames. He took a step forward, and his boundless war will transformed into a phantom of golden spears and iron horses, directly blocking Wen Zhiyin's path.
The sage's heart and the war angel clashed instantly, righteousness and holy flames collided, and the roar was endless.
at the same time,
The three martial arts masters, Ao Jinshan, Dugu Bo, and Yue Mengzhu, roared, their blood and qi soaring into the sky like smoke from a wolf's beak. Their martial arts spirit materialized, sometimes like a savage dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a divine sword piercing the sky, sometimes like a mountain suppressing the world, and they turned and rushed towards the representatives of these Western Continent countries.
Now things have completely broken down.
While these martial arts masters of fist intent might not be able to participate in the battlefield between the angel and the Manifestation Saint True Lord, they were more than capable of killing these representatives of all nations—Sequence 3 magic potion cultivators.
"Kill them!" Churt shouted.
Bishop Anne, the aloof woman from the Church of the Night, and other powerful Western figures attacked simultaneously, unleashing a dazzling array of magical potion abilities and divine auras, barely managing to block the onslaught of the three Martial Saints of Fist Intent.
The scene instantly descended into chaos, but the balance of high-end combat power clearly still tipped in favor of the West.
Above the sky, the mechanical god who was in control of the battle faced the old emperor, whose aura had surged and who had transformed into a blue dragon. Yet, his cold, metallic face remained completely unmoved.
"sucker Punch."
He didn't even make a move himself; he simply raised "Obrien's" palm. The vast divine will acted like an invisible shackle, drawing upon the laws of heaven and earth to form a massive mechanical seal composed of countless phantom gears, which enveloped the Azure Dragon.
At the same time, the other two angel kings—"Eternal Darkness Witch" Selene and "Judgment Blade" Algernon—along with the remaining angels, unleashed their strongest attacks.
With a wave of her hand, the Eternal Darkness Witch unleashed an endless night, devouring light and life; the Blade of Judgment unleashed a golden sword beam that judged everything; the divine magic of the three angels, like a meteor shower, converged into a torrent of destruction.
"Boom—!"
The Azure Dragon roared, and the power of all living beings surged, colliding fiercely with the terrifying attack guided by the will of the gods.
The light instantly engulfed everything, and the shockwave from the explosion ripped up the white marble floor tiles around the Temple of Heaven. Everyone watching had to use all their strength to resist the aftershocks.
however,
This spectacular collision did not last long.
As many in the West had predicted, the old emperor's power, though strong, was short-lived and lacked a lasting force.
Under the relentless onslaught of the God of Machinery, who was willing to sacrifice his divine will, the Azure Dragon could only hold out for a short while before letting out a mournful cry. Cracks spread across its massive body, and it finally disintegrated and collapsed!
Amidst the scattering of azure light, the enormous azure dragon plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the stone steps at the edge of the Temple of Heaven, its blood instantly staining the white marble beneath it.
He struggled to get up, but spat out another mouthful of blood. His life force had weakened to the extreme, and he could no longer even maintain basic levitation. He had clearly reached the point of being completely exhausted.
Led by the God of Machines, several angel kings and angels descended back into the sky, like victors surveying the defeated, coldly looking down at the devastated battlefield and the desperate people of the East.
Although it was the main force that had just dealt with the old emperor, the aura of the God of Machines had become extremely weak, clearly indicating that it had also consumed a great deal of energy.
But this time,
Ultimately, it was the Western Seven Churches that won this battle.
Thinking of this,
The God of Machines didn't even bother with the small part of its body that had been shattered in the battle just now, and just laughed heartily.
The activation of the Source is now within reach!
Such a scene,
Moon Chi-in, who was being relentlessly pursued by the angel of war, was furious.
The three martial saints were also in grave danger under the siege of the Western powerhouses, and their hearts were filled with despair.
All the officials and soldiers loyal to the Great Xia were ashen-faced at this moment, and an unprecedented despair, like an icy tide, overwhelmed their hearts.
The last pillar has fallen.
"Heh...cough cough..." The old emperor, transformed into a blue dragon, lay in a pool of blood, watching the mechanical god slowly approach and the angels with murderous intent in their eyes, a trace of madness and determination flashing in his eyes.
The remaining, extremely unstable power of all living beings and life-source energy within his body began to compress and collapse rapidly in a destructive manner.
A chilling, terrifying wave, like the annihilation of stars, began to spread.
He's going to self-destruct!
With everything we have left, let's drag a few down with us!
"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct!" The Eternal Darkness Witch Selene's expression changed slightly.
"Retreat!" Algernon, the Blade of Judgment, shouted without hesitation.
All the angels and the angel king, including the war angel who was fighting, instantly retreated, trying to get away from the impending core of destruction.
No one wants to be affected by the counterattack of a powerful figure who once touched the threshold of godhood before his death!
At this critical moment—
"laugh--!"
An extreme sword light, seemingly capable of slicing through life and death and piercing through time, suddenly appeared from the western horizon without warning!
This sword strike was so fast that it transcended thought and perception!
When it appears, it seems to have already been there, carrying an absolute sense of indifference to everything and the cycle of life and death!
The target was the angel of the Church of Mother Earth, who was slightly closer and had taken a slightly slower step back.
The angel's face had just shown a look of utter horror when the protective divine aura shattered like paper, leaving her no time to make any effective defensive or evasive maneuvers.
"puff--!"
The sword flashed by, like a hot knife slicing through butter.
The angel's body stiffened abruptly, and then a thin line of blood appeared between his eyebrows, quickly spreading downwards.
Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief, terror, and bewilderment.
The next moment, her body, along with the core of her soul, was completely annihilated by the terrifying sword intent contained in this sword, turning into the finest particles and dissipating into the air.
One sword!
An angel has fallen!
This earth-shattering change instantly silenced the chaotic battlefield!
All the retreating angels, the attacking Western warriors, and the desperate Easterners were frozen in place as if under a spell, their gazes fixed in horror on the direction from which the sword light had come.
Even the old emperor, who was about to self-destruct, was suddenly shaken, and an unbelievable light burst from his eyes. The power that was originally collapsing rapidly was actually suppressed and collected by him with great willpower!
who is it?
Who could possibly slay an angel with a single sword strike?!
As all eyes were focused, a black figure appeared silently in the void, like a ghost.
He was a young man dressed in black, with a straight and upright posture like a sword. His face was handsome but cold as frost, and his eyes were deep. There was no powerful aura emanating from him, but he gave people a strange feeling as if he was out of place with the whole world and independent of the rules.
He held two longswords in his hands, one black and one white, which looked ancient but contained endless meanings of reincarnation and death. The tip of the black sword pointed diagonally to the ground, and a drop of golden angel blood was slowly sliding down the blade.
The boy raised his cold eyes and swept them across the faces of the audience, which were filled with shock, fear, or disbelief.
Ultimately, the blame fell on the God of Machines and those powerful Westerners.
He spoke clearly in a calm yet murderous voice:
"Alright, very well. Now that you're here today, none of you are leaving."
(End of this chapter)