NCCnovel Chapter 184 The Heavenly Court's Two Great Traitors Gather
Chapter 184 The Heavenly Court's Two Great Traitors Gather
Deep at the bottom of the lake, the boy opened his eyes.
There was nothing in those eyes.
The ashes left after the fire was completely burned were buried for thousands of years, and not even a spark can be seen.
He looked down at his newly grown hand, then at the black lotus flower slowly closing in his palm.
With a twist of his neck, his bones cracked and popped, like a string of small firecrackers.
"This body is not bad."
My throat was terribly hoarse, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
Two dark red fire wheels began to spin beneath their feet.
The speed increased, and the surrounding lake water was evaporated completely, creating a vacuum.
The boy gripped the pistol in his hand.
Black flames burned on the gun barrel, and the tip hummed and vibrated, as if it had been starving for thousands of years and was finally smelling meat.
The fighting on the lake was in complete chaos.
Yang Jian's soul has been amplified a hundredfold, and his combat power is no longer at the same level.
He alone is worth an entire army.
With each swing of the three-pointed double-edged sword, a large number of angels were taken away.
Where the blade passed, the holy light shattered, wings broke, and the bodies of those high-ranking angels shattered like porcelain bowls falling to the ground.
But even if it broke, it was no use. It was reassembled in the teleportation portal not far away and rushed up again, as if it didn't care about its life.
They can't kill them all.
The two six-winged archangels, one in front and one behind, coordinated quite well.
One of them is facing you head-on, holding the Holy Light Scepter in their hand, constantly casting divine spells to wear you down.
Another one was circling around, like a venomous snake, just waiting for an opening to strike.
"boom!"
Yang Jian cleaved the archangel in front of him with a single stroke, sending him tumbling and flying. A few drops of golden blood glittered on the blade.
An opening has appeared.
The other archangel was waiting for this moment.
It circled around behind Yang Jian, and with a spear of light filled with the laws of judgment in its hand, it chose an extremely tricky angle and stabbed it towards Yang Jian's back.
It didn't make a sound. It didn't even stir the space itself.
It's getting out of control.
The tip of the spear was less than a foot away from the silver armor.
Boom!
The lake exploded.
A dark red thing shot out from the bottom of the water, so fast that the water droplets were still hanging in the air before they could fall.
The object spanned the battlefield for hundreds of meters and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing against metal is so loud it hurts your ears.
A long spear burning with black flames was steadily and clearly placed on the tip of the Spear of Judgment.
The two forces collided, and the shockwave spread in all directions.
The spear of judgment was deflected by the force, grazing Yang Jian's silver armor before flying out and embedding itself in a distant mountain, blasting a deep hole.
The archangel who had been ambushed was still in a daze.
The Fire-Tipped Spear, having deflected the light spear, swung back, its tip drawing a round, poisonous arc before piercing the chest of a four-winged angel who was about to finish him off.
"Sizzle—"
The black flames climbed up the gun barrel, and the four-winged angel opened its mouth but couldn't make a sound before burning to ashes in mid-air.
The black and red figure landed on the ground, its fiery wheels spinning muffledly beneath its feet.
Nezha pulled the Fire-Tipped Spear from the ground, slung it over his shoulder, tilted his head, and looked at the tall, silver-armored figure in front of him.
"Brother Yang, it's been thousands of years. Your fighting efficiency seems to have declined."
Yang Jian did not turn around.
He raised his hand to wipe away the drop of golden blood that had spurted from his chin, then pointed his three-pointed, double-edged sword diagonally towards the sky, the tip of the blade aimed at the two archangels whose expressions were not good.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Let's see who kills more."
……
"Splash—"
On the lake shore, the first and third squads struggled to emerge from the water.
"Cough cough!" Zhao Leiguang spat out several mouthfuls of water, then yanked off his helmet. "Damn it, I almost suffocated down there."
Lu Yan was the last to reach the shore.
He glanced at the two teams that had huddled together, then looked up at the formation in the sky.
Two ancient gods, two archangels, and a vast, dark army of angels in the sky.
Anyone who saw this would have their legs go weak.
Lu Yan's face showed no extra expression.
Raise your hand.
hum-
A golden halo spread out from beneath his feet.
This time the area was several times larger than last time, even including Nezha who had just arrived on the battlefield.
Nezha, who was arguing with Yang Jian, paused for a moment.
Something was being poured into his body. From the cracks in his bones, from the ends of his meridians, from the deepest corners of his soul, power surged out in waves.
Things that had been buried for thousands of years were all set ablaze in an instant.
He looked down at his hands, which were burning with black flames, and then at the young man standing on the shore not far away, looking completely unaffected.
"interesting."
Nezha grinned, his smile utterly devoid of any manners. This was probably how he behaved during his rampage in Heaven.
Yang Jian felt it too. His strength increased again.
The two glanced at each other, both understanding the same thing from each other's eyes.
next second.
The two of them moved together.
One stripe is silver, the other is black and red.
The two objects were so fast that there was almost no time between them; like two knives, they pierced directly into the very center of the angel legion.
"Stop them!"
The six-winged archangel's voice cracked.
The angelic army quickly adjusted its formation, with thousands of angels forming a holy light array, hoping to block the two with sheer numbers.
Useless.
Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword cleaved and slashed, tearing open black gashes in the air wherever it passed.
What kind of holy light array is that? It's the same effect as a paper doll.
Nezha's fighting style is simpler and more direct.
With a single touch of the Fire-Tipped Spear, a high-ranking angel was engulfed in black flames.
Once the fire touches you, you can't shake it off. It starts burning from the wingtips, inch by inch, until the whole thing is burned away.
Even the two six-winged archangels couldn't withstand it.
Their prized divine arts and laws are utterly insignificant compared to these two Eastern war gods who have been given cheat codes.
The teleportation portals in the sky couldn't withstand such a powerful energy impact, and large cracks began to appear on their surfaces.
The outcome is no longer in doubt.
Just as the largest gates of light were about to shatter completely, the angel legion began to turn back.
thump—
A muffled thud.
The sound came from behind the largest portal of light. It wasn't loud, but it felt like it was hitting everyone's head directly.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
A hand slowly emerged from behind the portal of light.
It is covered with fine golden scales.
It's incredibly huge. Just one of its fingers is thicker than a six-winged archangel.
An archangel who had just turned to flee into the portal of light was grabbed by that hand.
It struggled with all its might, and the holy light it released could burn through space.
The giant hand didn't even move.
Click.
With all five fingers tucked in.
The six-winged archangel, along with its divine core, was completely shattered. Its golden divine essence was absorbed entirely by a vortex in the giant hand's palm.
After finishing this job, the hand didn't stop.
The two traitors of Heaven gathered together at this moment, leaving a deep impression on the angels that would later strike fear into their hearts.