Chapter 68 Michael
Valhalla, the Duel Arena.
Three hundred and sixty colossal pillars supported a golden dome.
Surrounding a massive arena, resembling a gladiatorial arena.
Angels usually practiced their divine power and trained in battle here.
But now.
Only two figures stood in the enormous arena.
Black hair, red eyes, a twelve-winged archangel, Lucifer the Morning Star.
Golden hair, blue eyes, an eight-winged archangel, Michael, seemingly a god...
The remaining angels retreated to the sidelines, watching intently this duel that would determine their future...
If Lucifer, with his black hair and red eyes, won, they might forever be unable to choose what they were good at or enjoyed. If they didn't do well, they would have to endure Lucifer's nagging and scolding...
But if Michael won, there was still a chance to salvage the situation. They could negotiate with the kind Michael, choose a position they were good at and enjoyed, and not have to obey anyone's whims, only needing to follow God's will...
Therefore, most of the angels silently cheered for Michael...
Hoping Michael would win this duel...
However, some angels were willing to obey Lucifer. They believed that Lucifer was indeed the first angel and deserved respect. They felt they hadn't been diminished in the responsibilities Lucifer assigned them; on the contrary, many had gained even greater power and status than before.
These people spontaneously began to defend Lucifer.
"Michael can't beat Brother Lucifer…"
"Although Michael is very powerful, and successfully completed the Lord's mission, even banishing an incarnation of an evil god…"
"But he only has eight wings…"
"We all know that the more wings one has, the higher the level of one's soul… and the greater one's strength…"
"Brother Lucifer, however, has a full twelve wings!"
"He is the first angel, Lucifer of the Morning Star…"
Hearing these angels who favored Lucifer, the angels felt uneasy…
Has Michael… won?
On the field.
Lucifer, with his dragon-like red eyes, had dark red light swirling around his hands, while his divine longsword constantly emitted a black-gold aura, appearing exceptionally terrifying, as if accumulating some unfathomable, abyss-like power...
"If I win..."
"The angels will honor me as king!"
"If you win..."
"The position of angelic ruler will be yours!"
Lucifer roared arrogantly...
Then,
twelve holy white wings fluttered,
and he soared into the sky.
A dazzling dark red light erupted, forcing all the angels to shield their eyes with their wings...
"Let me see your abilities!"
"Glorious Michael!"
The voice grew louder as it approached.
The figure atop the dome resembled a colossal dragon shimmering with golden and red light.
The longsword in his hand was like the sharp fangs of a dragon...
It crashed down towards Michael—
A deafening roar.
Endless clouds surged like waves.
The arena was completely enveloped...
The angel's eyes, piercing through the endless clouds, clearly saw the two figures in the arena...
To everyone's astonishment...
The golden-haired Michael did not dodge or evade.
He simply slashed out with his sword, catching the terrifying attack!
Michael's eight wings emitted a brilliant golden light in the wind, his entire being almost transformed into a beam of light.
After deflecting Lucifer's attack with his sword,
he soared straight into the sky...
Seeing this, Lucifer's twelve wings also fluttered incessantly.
They transformed into golden-red rays of light and shot into the sky, catching up with Michael.
They became entangled among the three hundred and sixty giant cloud pillars...
For a moment... The two most powerful angels were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
Outside the arena, the angels watching with bated breath could barely keep up with the speed of the fight. Even the six archangels were astonished by the fighting power of Michael and Lucifer, which far surpassed that of other angels of their rank…
"Perhaps the Olympian spirits have arrived…"
"They're nothing special…"
The wise archangel Uriel couldn't help but sigh.
Inside the arena.
The two angels continued their entangled combat.
Crimson and golden light intertwined, sometimes shattering a colossal pillar; sometimes sword beams pierced the floor, causing mist to seep in; sometimes they pierced the golden dome of Valhalla, clashing fiercely in the heavens...
"Glorious Michael!"
"Your strength can be described as skillful in battle…"
"But it can never surpass mine!"
"Take this sword!"
The voice of the Son of the Morning Star echoed from Valhalla.
A massive sword beam, accompanied by a dark red glow, ripped through the clouds, slashing towards Michael's shadow—
The angels were stunned.
That blood-red sword beam, imbued with all of Lucifer's divine power, was unleashed from the divine sword in his hand.
Everything in its path was sliced apart.
The three hundred and sixty colossal pillars supporting the golden dome of the arena were successively severed.
It seemed as if the entire Hall of Heroes would be cleaved in two by this single blow!
Michael's anger surged, and he roared:
"Lucifer, my brother..."
"Since you have such a way, then I will use my full power!"
With that,
Michael was enveloped in boundless golden light, each feather on his eight wings becoming crystal clear.
He seemed to be bathed in light; he was the Child of Light.
Michael opened his eyes, his godlike gaze fixed on Lucifer...
The Morning Star Child, whose form had swelled to the size of a dragon not far away, froze instantly...
As if all his power had been sealed, he was unable to move...
He could no longer use any power.
And the terrifying, dark red sword light that had been unleashed...
vanished in that instant...
Then, the golden light shot towards Lucifer like an arrow.
He kicked Lucifer to the ground of the dueling arena, kicking up a cloud of dust...
When the dust settled...
The angels witnessed a scene they would never forget—
Michael, in the light, his wings folded, wielding a longsword engulfed in flames...
His foot rested on Lucifer's head...
Standing atop a cloud.
The voice echoed through Valhalla—
"Lucifer…"
"My brother…I respect you as my brother!"
"But you…"
"When have you ever respected us?"
"…"
The endless clouds of Heaven, like wilderness, like plains, chased the wind like waves, flowing into the distance, connecting to the eternally azure, clear sky at the horizon…
The spring of creation flowed ceaselessly, coming from nothingness and disappearing into nothingness…
However, in a side hall of that magnificent golden palace…
shattered and crumbling in this battle…
The angels would never forget the first battle between the Son of the Morning Star and Michael…
And this…
would also be the inevitable beginning of their intertwined destinies…
Yahweh opened his eyes from the clouds…
He and the Lord of the Ravens.
Appearing in the shattered Valhalla...
Silently watching the two little angels before her, heads drooping, too ashamed to look up.
"Is destroying the house fun?"
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