Chapter 96 : A Grand Performance, the Archangel Descends!
Chapter 96: A Grand Performance, the Archangel Descends!
Earlier, atop the city wall.
Lynn stood alone, his black eyes gazing toward the harbor.
He saw the fully loaded ships raising their sails, slowly departing from the pier.
He knew he could wait no longer.
As for what he was waiting for—
Lynn had been waiting for the system reward.
He hoped it would be like in Oak Town, bringing him a chance to turn the tide.
But the anticipated prompt sound never came.
“Just as I thought…” Lynn muttered helplessly.
He had roughly guessed—the system must have judged that the plague of Lemon Port had yet to be eradicated.
Those black beetles that had fled deep into the sewers had become the most dangerous remnants!
Because of them, he had no new trump card to rely on.
He could only depend on the remaining Holy Radiance within his incarnation—
—to withstand the Rotten Lord and those more than twenty Fifth-tier Undead Commanders!
They were no weaklings, nor short-sighted fools.
An ordinary miracle would likely earn only their scorn—
—and then they would crush everything without hesitation!
“I’ll have to play it big this time!”
Lynn’s gaze turned toward the horizon, to that stretch of dark green, filthy clouds.
Beneath the clouds writhed the endless Undead Army.
That aura of utter destruction pressed down so heavily it was hard to breathe.
“Four-winged angels aren’t enough.”
“And the title of God’s Chosen is nothing but a joke.”
His eyes hardened with resolve.
“Then I’ll stake it all—let’s enact a true miracle of divine descent!”
The Holy Radiance within his incarnation began to burn—
more violently than ever before!
……
Beneath the stench-filled black clouds—
Melunus’s enormous Corrupted Eye greedily watched the nearby harbor.
It could already smell the fragrance of hundreds of thousands of living beings within the city.
“That useless Cassius finally did something right—forcing a Fifth-tier human to make the first move.”
“It was they who broke the pact! Hahaha!”
“The feast begins!”
Its colossal body writhed excitedly, ready to give the order for a full assault.
And at that moment—
Buzz——!
The world suddenly fell silent!
Even the sound of waves, even the howls of the Undead Legion—
—all seemed to have been forcibly cut off.
Then—
A golden beam of indescribable brilliance tore through the dark green heavens!
Like the sword of divine judgment, it descended fiercely upon the towering city wall of Lemon Port!
The overwhelming pressure that followed—
flattened every blade of grass within ten miles!
When the light slowly subsided—
what appeared was not the familiar phantom of a four-winged angel,
but a magnificent being over ten meters tall!
Sixteen wings, each forged of pure light, unfurled behind it in layers.
Each wing flowed with searing holy flames,
instantly vaporizing all surrounding darkness and filth!
Its face was veiled in boundless radiance, its features unseen—
only the supreme majesty could be felt, a will that judged all creation from above!
In its hands, held reversed at the center, was a colossal flaming Holy Sword.
The golden fire upon its blade warped the very space around it!
The sheer presence of the being—
its divine might alone—
froze the air of all Lemon Port!
At the harbor, Erica, Colin, and the others—
stood dumbfounded, their minds blank.
Even the panicked crowd subconsciously halted their movements,
staring up at the figure as though it had stepped out from myth itself.
“Six… sixteen-winged angel?!”
Erica’s lips trembled; she could hardly breathe.
This surpassed every concept she had ever had of an “angel”!
Only little Annie, who had managed to squeeze onto a ship with her mother,
stared blankly at that towering figure and whispered, “Brother Dunn… is that you…”
Meanwhile, below the city—
the vanguard of the Undead Legion—
those lowest-ranked ghouls and rotting creatures—
under the sacred oppression—
couldn’t even scream before turning into ash!
Even several Fifth-tier Undead Commanders—
their massive, decaying bodies trembled violently, shrieking in terror!
Instinct drove them to retreat!
And Melunus’s gigantic Corrupted Eye contracted violently for the first time!
Ecstasy and greed were replaced by unthinkable horror!
“No… no, impossible!”
Its viscous voice quivered.
“This aura… this form…”
“Could it be—the legendary Supreme Archangel who commands Judgment and Flame—Michael?!!”
Its status was not low, and it faintly knew—
that in ancient myth, there once existed angels far nobler than the common kind.
But that was legend!
Long lost in the dust of history!
How could such a being appear in this godless world?!
Appear here—in this tiny Lemon Port?!
“Fake! It must be fake!”
Melunus forcibly suppressed the trembling of its soul and roared,
“Stop pretending to be divine! Tear him apart for me!”
Yet—
for the first time, its command faltered.
The Undead Commanders, staring up at the sixteen-winged blazing figure upon the wall—
hesitated to move!
Instead, the so-called Archangel Michael slowly raised his flaming Holy Sword—
its tip pointing straight toward the center of the black clouds—toward Melunus.
Then came a calm voice, resounding through heaven and earth,
imprinted directly into every living being’s soul:
【Source of Filth, thou hast overstepped thy bounds.】
【Here, I judge thee—obliterated.】
There was no earth-shaking explosion, no grand display.
Only a lifted sword—and a decree.
Yet that supreme, holy will—
in an instant—
crashed upon Melunus and all undead hearts like divine thunder!
Melunus’s immense body trembled violently,
corrosive fluids splattering everywhere!
For the first time—it felt fear.
Not the fear of power—
but the absolute suppression of its very existence!