Chapter 516: I Will Not Submit, Kill Me

On the ground, Lord Nai Ge Li Si and the others watched the battle with rapt attention. When Seeing Ange's light wings spurted, propelling him toward Alanbru, Lord Nai Ge Li Si instinctively shouted: "Moth!"

Damn it, the mural of the Purple Bones Titan was not abstract at all, but realistic in style—the massive flame stream from the light wings' jets was unmistakably a pair of enormous wings.

Long ago, Lord Nai Ge Li Si had been puzzled by the combat posture of the Six-Winged Great Angel, because six wings were simply unreasonable from the standpoint of biology and aerodynamics—how could six wings fly? Weren't they afraid of tangling together?

Even if they didn't tangle, it still wasn't reasonable—did the wings flap in synchronized strokes, or asynchronously, two forward and one back? If synchronized, given the wings' volume, they simply couldn't fit without overlapping.

If asynchronous, the airflow would be chaotic, failing to accelerate and instead slowing things down.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si had even seen Twelve-Winged Great Angels in some knight novels—were those still angels? Weren't they just a person hanging off a dozen flying wings?

Until it discovered that the Six-Winged Angel had only one real pair of wings, the rest being light wings—and instantly everything made sense: "No matter how brain-dead the Gods of Light are, they couldn't possibly design a holy spirit whose six wings would tangle together."

But even though four of the pairs were light wings, it still didn't resolve another puzzle—what were the light wings for? Flapping? The flapping effect of light wings wasn't great, and maintaining them consumed a lot—were they just for show?

And you know what, that might really be the case, because for the spread of faith, looking good is the most important thing—if you look tacky, no one would believe in your Light.

But now, Lord Nai Ge Li Si understood: light wings aren't for flapping, they're for "spraying." Actually, the little angel had sprayed before too, but not as visually as Seeing Ange now. At this moment, Seeing Ange was unmistakably the "giant moth" painted by the Purple Bones Titan.

After lunging forward for a moment, Seeing Ange tilted back as if struck by a soul shock, then he raised a finger.

"Can the Spiritual Oscillator amplify soul shock too?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si exclaimed in surprise.

Obviously it could—Alanbru jerked back violently and plopped down on his backside, though he recovered quickly. But his face was already full of shock: besides Your Majesty, was there really someone else in this world whose soul shock could hurt him?

In that moment of distraction, Seeing Ange had already lunged to his front, the Holy Light Scythe swinging over—and that wasn't all, Seeing Ange was also using the Holy Light Scythe as a magic staff; wherever it swept, Holy Light Missiles condensed one after another, pouncing toward the target his gaze had locked onto.

This ability to do two things at once demonstrated his terrifying control.

Alanbru stomped on the spirit carriage beneath his feet, and a massive shield flipped up, blocking in front of him like a door panel.

Clang! Seeing Ange's Holy Light Scythe hacked into the shield, and the Holy Light Missiles all slammed into it as well.

As Alanbru kicked up the shield, he was already retreating backward, crashing straight into the spirit carriage's cabin.

From Lord Nai Ge Li Si's angle, a wisp of smoke shot out from the bottom of the spirit carriage, streaking at high speed toward a diagonal angle—a direction Seeing Ange couldn't see.

Trying to run? A flash of light on the ground—Feiti slammed into that puff of smoke, but immediately pierced through it. Feiti froze: "It's not him!"

Just then, violent spatial fluctuations erupted from within the spirit carriage.

Feiti immediately lunged in, slamming a fist into the spirit carriage. With a tremendous boom, the spirit carriage unleashed a fierce rebound, knocking Feiti back a little, while the carriage itself caved in with a fist-shaped dent.

"The spirit carriage has defenses—one or two fists won't smash it open. Hurry, don't let him escape!" Lord Nai Ge Li Si shouted anxiously.

If this lich got away, they'd have to flee immediately, or else face being swarmed by the entire Undead Empire—and the Reincarnation Altar would be unusable too.

Seeing Ange's Holy Light Missiles rained endlessly onto the spirit carriage, battering it from black to red, but it was already too late. Within the spirit carriage, the spatial fluctuations exploded outward—the teleportation had activated.

"Dammit, he got away. These old liches are really slippery—first-class at running." Lord Nai Ge Li Si couldn't help cursing.

Old liches and old undead are all slippery, because they've lived so long that no one knows how many pieces of equipment they carry, how many skills they've learned, or what bizarre abilities they possess.

That's why Anthony's arrangement was cautious, cautious, and cautious again: little angel Seeing Ange was in charge of drawing attention, Feiti would ambush, trying to take him down in one strike.

Who could have expected Feiti to actually miss? Reluctantly, Seeing Ange had to step in—and yet the bastard still slipped away.

Slipped away? The big cat sauntered out leisurely, jaws wide open: Aaaaaaaaa—

Feiti spent five punches, brutally blasting open the spirit carriage's chassis—but before that, Seeing Ange had already used Holy Light Missiles to forcefully blast open the carriage door and haul out a dumbfounded Alanbru.

"Why? Why did the teleportation fail? What did you do?" Alanbru shouted in bewilderment.

No one answered him, so he shouted again: "Spirits of stirring wind—"

The elements had barely gathered when Seeing Ange flicked his wrist—one after another, continuous Level-Two Dispel Magic erupted on him, twenty per second, brutally dispersing every last drop of element.

"I'll damn you—" Alanbru was both shocked and furious. The elements had been dispersed by such a low-level dispel spell? How? Full of questions, Alanbru spun around and threw a punch straight at Seeing Ange's face.

Seeing Ange gave him a shake—left, right, a good shaking—then tossed him to Feiti, who had burrowed up.

The Lord of the Dead was holding him now—escape was even more impossible.

Alanbru gave up resisting, but couldn't help asking: "Flash Feiti?"

Feiti was stunned—recognized even wrapped up like this?

Feiti was now wrapped tightly in holy burial shrouds, with only his head uncovered, but he was wearing a hood and cloak and such—you couldn't tell at all that he was a Lord of the Dead.

Seeing Feiti say nothing, Alanbru turned his gaze to Seeing Ange: "You're not a holy spirit. What are you?"

Seeing Ange reached out and sucked at his heart's location, pulling out the War and Peace Divine Spark. After this period of familiarization, Seeing Ange could already fully master the War Divine Spark's usage—no need to cut flesh to pull it out anymore.

"A Divine Spark? You're a god? There are still gods these days? Let me see." Alanbru craned his neck.

bidige.

Such a request exists? Seeing Ange displayed the Divine Spark briefly.

Alanbru examined it carefully for a few moments, then nodded, indicating he had finished looking.

By this time, Feiti had already escorted him down to the ground. Everyone gathered around, and Anthony asked: "Did you figure anything out?"

Alanbru nodded: "I figured it out. You're from the Church of Light from the God Realm. Who would have thought—Your Majesty's home has been raided by you lot, and you've even captured Flash Feiti, turning him into your lapdog. Hmph, I will not submit. Kill me."

PS: I went for a checkup because of a sore back. Although no major problem was found, there were some minor issues. Tomorrow I'm going to be hospitalized for a minor surgery, which might take three days. I probably won't be able to update.