Chapter 820 - 831: Big Goose
What difference would it make to decapitate with a long sword versus smashing the head with an elbow strike?
The answer was right before them. Unlike the smooth cut made by a sword, the angel’s neck sprouted a long vertebra, but the skull that originally rested on it was no longer there.
The exposed bone in the air gave Lancelot a completely different feeling. Its surface was pristine, white as jade, more like a part of a heavenly creature. Furthermore, the vertebra began to glow and swiftly conjured up a phantom head. Seeing the expression on the head’s face, Lancelot knew there was no need to continue fighting.
’Thank you, noble knight,’ a genderless voice echoed directly in his mind, ’You have set me free…’
The angel retracted his wings and bowed to Lancelot. At some point, his wings had become clean and radiant again, the filth completely gone. The angel leaned against his great sword, and tiny beams of light began to seep from his skin, floating upwards like dandelion seeds caught in the wind, or fireflies on a summer night, soon disappearing.
"That was quite beautiful… I suppose we’re done here?" Bruto’s surprised voice sounded from behind Lancelot, "We should leave quickly, it seems there’s quite a ruckus outside…"
Lancelot did not respond immediately; he was frowning at the gray, dull corpse of the angel, trying to discern whether the strange impulse he felt was an illusion—he sensed that the corpse had a particular allure, like…
Don’t get the wrong idea, it was like seeing a rare treasure.
Lancelot removed his iron gauntlet and gently placed his palm on the angel’s corpse. It had turned rigid and cold, but beneath the lifeless flesh, he felt a special power, one similar to the Spirit Stones from higher planes, yet differing in a crucial way…
The Cauldron Immortal Technique began to activate on its own, creating a vortex in Lancelot’s body, madly absorbing the remaining energy from the angel’s corpse. The howling wind drew everyone’s attention. Turbulent air currents swirled around the human knight, as if a miniature storm had arisen, and at its center, a pair of huge, white, swan-like wings slowly unfurled behind him.