Chapter 1640 - The Rout of the Western Church (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the records of the Western Church, Twelve-Winged Seraphs were the strongest beings under God, and they represented God to maintain the justice of the world. As the heads of all angels, each of the four Twelve-Winged Seraphs possessed mighty power.

Hagens’ eyes ablaze as soon as he saw the Twelve-Winged Seraph in the sky. “Lord Michael!” He bowed deeply, pressing the book in his hand on his forehead with a feverish and respectful look on his face.

In the clouds, Michael, the angel with his twelve wings unfolded, was glowing with brilliant golden light. He was a God, the protector to God above him.

The banquet, or rather the trap was more than Hagens alone could conjure. Even God feared the Immortals of Hua, and the major part of the plan to capture Bu Fang and seize the two Holy Artifacts was given to Hagens by him.

The other two Holy Artifacts had already fallen to God’s hand. As long as they acquired the Holy Artifacts possessed by this Bu Fang, they would have all four Holy Artifacts of the Ancestral Planet, and then all secrets would be uncovered.

Michael was very handsome, almost otherworldly, and his whole body was glowing, which made him look like a transcendent being.

Down below, the burning sword was pointing at Bu Fang. It was the angel’s weapon called the Sword of Justice. Bestowed to him by God, it was a powerful sword that could destroy all illusions in the world.

Looking coldly at Bu Fang, Michael lifted his finger and said, “Go.” At his voice, the sword sped toward Bu Fang, whizzing and cutting the air into pieces. The angel was confident that he could suppress this Hua Immortal. After all, he was a Seraph, the strongest and the sharpest weapon of God, and his strength was comparable to that of a Hua Immortal Emperor.

The sword approached, whizzing, ablaze with golden flames emanating a holy aura. It made Nethery furrow her brows in disgust. The Empyrean Fairy’s face was cold and grim as she produced a small cup with thunderbolts slithering inside. The sword made her feel threatened.

“A Twelve-Winged Seraph?” Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. Looking at the white wings behind the angel, he could not help but wonder how they would taste if roasted. But then he quickly threw the idea out of his head. He was not interested in angel wings and had no appetite for them. If he wanted to eat wings, he could always go to Garuda.

With a shake of his hand, the Qilin Transmigration Ladle appeared in his palm and began to spin. The God of Cooking Set’s Artifact Spirit, the Qilin, was not asleep, so Bu Fang could use it anytime. Fixing his eyes on the approaching sword, he took a deep breath, then lifted the ladle and swung it out as if he was hitting a baseball with a bat.

Without any fancy move, the ladle collided with the sword, producing a deafening boom.

In the sky, the perfect smile on Michael’s face froze. He was shocked to find that the ladle had broken his sword! After the collision, the supreme sword that could cut down all sins in the world cracked into two halves!

“This…” He took a deep breath. Suddenly, his pupils constricted as he saw Bu Fang walk step by step toward Hagens. The Cardinal was God’s spokesperson on Earth, and he could not be killed by Bu Fang. Otherwise, it would be a slap in God’s face!

So, Michael shook his wings, turned into a beam of white light, and appeared in front of Bu Fang in an instant to stop him. “Stop it!” he cried out in a cold voice.

However, he was answered by a fist, which was surrounded by the energy of Yin and Yang that looked like the purest energy in the world. He snorted and raised his hands before him. The vambraces on his forearms could block the punch for him.

A loud thud rang out, and Michael found that he was wrong. In just the blink of an eye, his vambraces burst apart, and he felt a terrible force wash over him. His wings folded as he was knocked flying back and thrown to the ground, shattering the floor.

Bu Fang glanced indifferently at Michael. As an existence who had killed Soul Thirteen, a Heavengod, his punch was not what the Twelve-Winged Seraph could block. The angel was only as strong as a God Emperor.

A clear sound of footsteps echoed in the broken temple. Soon, Bu Fang came before Hagens. He grabbed the Cardinal by the neck and slowly lifted him off the ground.

“You know what? I hate it when people plot against me. Do you know what happened to those who did that to me?” Bu Fang looked expressionlessly at the old man.

Hagens’ face turned red. He struggled and tried to wrench Bu Fang’s fingers away from his neck, but he failed.

Earth’s restriction on Bu Fang was getting weaker. He even felt that his strength had fully recovered, especially after the two Artifact Spirits had returned. He thought that his current strength was not weaker than when he was in the Chaotic Universe, and if he succeeded in subduing the last two Artifact Spirits, he would be even stronger.

Besides, he had a feeling that there was a surprise waiting for him once all four Artifact Spirits returned to him. His current strength was not as strong as a Heavengod, but he could fend for himself if he were to fight a Heavengod now. Therefore, Hagens could never struggle free of his grip.

In the distance, Michael got on his feet. Flames burned ragingly around him, turning into a fire sword. He grabbed it with both hands and slashed it down toward Bu Fang with all his might. “You are a man full of sin! Die now!”

As the sword slashed down, the whole castle seemed to split in half and the ground kept crumbling. However, just as it was about to strike Bu Fang, he clutched the ladle and thrust it out once again. With a rumble, the small ladle collided with the huge fire sword. Sparks flew in all directions, and flames engulfed Bu Fang in a flash.

Michael straightened his back, his wings flapping slowly behind him. Suddenly, his pupils constricted.

A miserable shriek rang out. Bu Fang stood where he was, unscathed, while Hagens was ablaze, struggling on the ground and howling painfully. Before too long, he was burnt to coke and lost all signs of life.

That darkened the Seraph’s face. ‘Doesn’t this make me the one who killed Hagens? Dammit!’ He flew into a rage. Suddenly, he was enveloped by flames that could burn all sins and filth in the world, turning into a burning man. His wings flapped, and he sped across the air, closing in on Bu Fang in a flash.

The Empyrean Fairy’s face flickered, and she hurriedly threw out the small cup in her hand. Lightning bolts shot out of it and struck the Twelve-Winged Angel, but they could not hurt him at all.

As Michael approached, the temperature around them skyrocketed. The hem of the Vermilion Rope fluttered as Bu Fang threw out a punch. The energy of Yin and Yang swirled around the Taotie Arm, and his fist collided with Michael’s.

A deafening rumble rang out, while flames spread and soared into the sky.