Chapter 95: Fall of Angels
"Caesar's Demonic Killing Cannon!"

A powerful beam of light shot out from the tip of the magic spear, and the dark column of magic light seemed to penetrate the summoned angel.

"Holy Flame Guardian."

The pure white holy flame of light transformed into a beautiful white lotus, blocking the path of the light cannon.

boom!
After being hit by the light cannon, the holy flame of the white lotus became much dimmer, but it was also constantly consuming the magic power of the light cannon.

Click...

The petals of the white lotus fell one after another, and were soon dispersed by the attack of the light cannon, but the momentum of the 'Caesar Demon Killing Cannon' remained unabated. Seeing this, the summoning angel raised his arm and threw out the sword of light, which was wrapped in the last trace of the holy flame of light and collided with the dark light cannon.

A dazzling flower of fire appeared in the sky, and Barbatos's light cannon and the sword of light that summoned the angel were destroyed together.

"Michael, you seem to have become stronger, but... you're still far from perfect!"

Barbatos fired a shot, crossed the space, came in front of the summoning angel, and stabbed with all his strength.

The summoning angel could feel the biting cold air blowing towards him. He understood that this was Barbatos's fatal blow. He waved his hands and quickly closed the only four pairs of wings left, intending to withstand the shot.

however…

puff!
Golden blood spurted out. The summoned angel was still prepared for defense, but his chest had been pierced by the magic spear. The layer of armor had almost no protective effect, and even the angel's heart was pierced through.

"Exceeding the speed of sound?" The summoning angel understood immediately.

Barbatos pulled out the magic spear, and angel blood splashed on his body. If it was an ordinary demon, it might have been purified, but for Barbatos who had become the Demon King, this amount of angel blood was not enough to hurt his body.

With angel blood all over his body and a magic spear in hand, Barbatos looked down at the summoning angel and kicked it down from the air.

The day has finally come.

Barbatos' originally excited mood suddenly calmed down.

Thousands of years ago, Barbatos broke into the base camp of Heaven, used words and oaths to coerce the angels, and started a one-on-one life-and-death duel with God. In fact, his main intention was to greatly consume God's power so that the devil could easily win when he faced God in the future.

However, he did not expect that Archangel Michael, the second most trustworthy person in Heaven, would draw out the Holy Sword of Angels and use the Holy Flame of Light to attack him at the critical moment, leaving Barbatos seriously injured and dying, without even the strength to escape.

Fortunately, the Demon King arrived in time to rescue Barbatos, but he still failed to stop Michael from exiling Barbatos to the other side of the dimension.

As a result, the devil was besieged by angels and gods, and finally chose to die together with gods.

The death of the Demon King is the biggest knot in Barbatos' life. Since he was a child, that person has always been his admiration and the goal he pursued, but in the end, he died because of him.

That kind of regret had long since corroded Barbatos' heart.

He hated his own weakness and incompetence more than ever before.

So he desperately started a large-scale war in the other world, intending to use it to strike a blow to the faith in heaven, shake the foundation of the angels, and one day counterattack heaven. However, before this goal was fully achieved, he was driven back to the demon world by those local sequence powerhouses.

No one knew how Barbatos had lived for the past thousand years. He had hardly had a rest, had not eaten once, had not drunk a sip of water, and had not even spoken a word. He moved his Hall of Ten Thousand Demons to the most difficult environment in the demon world, and was forever immersed in spiritual practice, madly improving and training himself. His spirit was on the verge of collapse several times.

The only motivation that supported him to hold on was the figure of the Demon King who stood in front of him at the end. After thousands of years of sleepless practice, Barbatos had made great progress. After going through the purgatory-like hard training, he had made a big step forward and was almost able to reach out to the ultimate realm.

Finally, under the stimulation of the Blood God Mengli, Barbatos completed his final evolution and inherited the 'Devil's Heart' that the Demon King had planted in his body long ago.

The power finally reached its peak, and all that was missing was an enemy to fall under this power.

He originally planned to let the vampire be the first one, but he didn't expect that the opponent he had been thinking about day and night would suddenly appear before him.

Looking at the angel falling from the sky, Barbatos took a deep breath, and the thousand-year obsession finally dissipated a little.

As expected, the devil is invincible. No matter it is the Blood God or the Archangel, they are all so vulnerable in front of the devil.

Landing in front of the summoning angel, Barbatos looked at this old enemy from a thousand years ago and said, "This is the last blow, Michael. If you are reincarnated, you will be a demon. My subordinates need talents like you."

Although they had fought each other countless times and even had a blood feud, Barbatos still admired Michael the same way.

As the supreme commander of the angel army, Michael is definitely the most perfect leader, leading the angel army, which is outnumbered, to fight against the demon army again and again.

In terms of strength, he is the strongest being second only to God. Even Barbatos before he became a demon king might not be able to defeat him. In terms of character, he is recognized as noble and pure. The word "flawless" is not enough to describe him.

It is also a pleasure to fight with such a character.

The summoned angel's entire body was made up of magic power, and his magic power had been completely used up in the series of battles just now. The wound on his chest was still oozing golden blood, and his breath was intermittent, and he was on the verge of disintegration.

"Too much damage, too little magic power, unable to heal, unable to move."

He had no way to dodge Barbatos's shot, and the summoning angel gave up resistance based on his judgment, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for death to come.

The edge of the magic spear had already penetrated the summoned angel's skin, but when it was about to pierce him, it stopped strangely.

"You are not Michael," Barbatos said.

Barbatos finally discovered that the angel in front of him was almost identical to the real Michael in appearance and combat power, but lacked Michael's unique temperament.

At least, the real Michael would never lie on the ground and wait to die.

When facing a strong enemy, even if he has exhausted his last bit of magic power and shed his last drop of blood, as long as his consciousness has not been completely wiped out, he will pick up the sword in his hand and swing it at the enemy.

That’s right, he is that kind of man. How could he give up just because of such a small hurt?

Barbatos put the magic spear aside, lifted the summoned angel by the neck with one hand, lifted it up from the ground, and asked coldly: "Who are you? Where is Michael?"

The summoning angel remained silent. It was just a monster summoned by magic. It only had thoughts on how to fight, but did not have the ability to answer Barbatos' questions.

"Yes, it's that human."

Barbatos finally remembered the two people he had always forgotten.

　Including the five-chapter prologue, this is the 100th chapter. I feel a little emotional. First of all, I want to thank the book friends who can see this paragraph. Thank you for always supporting my book. This book has not been signed yet, so naturally there is no recommendation. Although I don’t know through what channel you came into contact with this book, your patience in reading this is the greatest support for Lingxu. It is because of readers that Lingxu has the confidence to continue writing books. Sometimes a recommendation ticket or a simple comment can give Lingxu a lot of motivation. If I have been in a stand-alone state, Lingxu asks myself that I don’t have enough perseverance to stick to it. Here I say thank you again (the editor sent a short message from the station last week. The contract has been sent out today. It is estimated that the status will be changed in the next two days. Well, in order to celebrate the first signing, I am going to save a few chapters in the next two days. I plan to try a small burst this weekend. Stay tuned!)
　　

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