Chapter 430 - - 420 Pride Sin_2

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Feeling the excruciating pain beneath him, Reilir swung his sword towards Duge, but as he did, Duge had already teleported behind him, grabbing his neck and one of his wings, and with a violent tug, tore the wing off.

Ah!

A piercing scream of agony.

Reilir’s body erupted with a dazzling light that sent Duge flying backwards. He staggered out of the river, only to be pushed back by numerous hands made of water: “No…ugh!”

Previously, Duge’s Martial Spirit couldn’t attack physically, which had always been his regret.

But after being infused with water, it was as if flesh had been added to the soul, enabling the powerful force of the Martial Spirit to be unleashed at will.

How else to say it, experience is gained through battle.

All this time, Duge preferred to attack the mind, rarely engaging in direct combat, leaving the development of his Sea God’s Power lacking.

Now, he finally experienced the thrill of battle.

At this moment, Reilir was battling Duge, who rivaled a God Spirit with over two and a half million spiritual power…

On the ground.

Everyone watched in shock as Duge brutally beat the defenseless Angel.

Still repenting, the Pope trembled, his voice quivering, “How is this possible?”

How could he have such immense combat prowess?

Who is he exactly?

Nobb wiped his forehead with a hand, his pupils shrinking in terror. How had Duge’s combat power increased again?

No Alien Warrior could be this strong!

It must be a trick!

If he could survive and return, he would definitely complain to Pan-Universe Entertainment. Games can be unfair, but not this unfair…

All this time, he hadn’t even awakened any skills.

Duge delivering Judgement and battering the Angel was outrageous. What was the point in playing?

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“You talked a big talk, I thought you were powerful. Turns out you’re just a poser…” Duge scoffed disdainfully, then flashed over, ripping off another wing and snatching the Holy Sword from his hand.

Wielding the Holy Sword, Duge slashed, severing the remaining four wings in a few swift moves.

Then, looking at the pure white Holy Sword, he mused inwardly, “Worthy of an Angel’s weapon, indeed sharper than any in the Mortal Realm.”

Having all of his wings cut off, Reilir fell into unconsciousness. Blood gushed from his back as the Seven-Hole Touch ravaged his body, leaving him motionless.

The six severed wings lay on the water’s surface, dripping blood, bobbing with the waves.

All around was silence.

Duge turned to a group of bishops and asked, “Are all Angels this weak?”

The bishops stared wide-eyed, filled with fear when they looked at Duge. How could the Angels be weak when it was clearly you who were too strong?

Especially the Pope, his eyes filled with deep resentment. With such formidable combat strength, why couldn’t you give me a swift defeat? Instead, you played the fool, letting me tear your Martial Spirit to shreds time and time again. Is toying with me that amusing to you?

Duke Linqi felt a mix of emotions; he wasn’t sure if he should feel fortunate or fearful.

Fortunate that Duge possessed overwhelming military force, making seizing the world as easy as flipping his hand, yet fearful that Duge, who had even slain an Angel, clearly stood against the Solar God now.

But then, if they encountered an Angel, weren’t they just fodder to be slaughtered?

Moreover.

Could Duge truly defeat the Solar God?

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“Pope, what rank would Reilir be among the Angels?” Duge asked, turning towards the Pope.

“The highest rank.” The Pope, having completed his repentance, explained with a trembling voice as he gazed upon the Angel whose fate hung in the balance, “A six-winged Angel is of the highest order. Only the Martial Spirit has twelve wings. A real Angel has at most three pairs of wings.

Reilir is an Archangel in charge of the Solar God’s daily affairs. He’s not keen on combat, but among those under the Solar God’s command, there are few stronger than him.”

“How ‘few’ is a few?” Duge asked.

“There are twelve six-winged Angels under the Solar God.” The Pope spoke honestly, having witnessed Duge’s true strength, he dared not to act rashly anymore.

“Who is the most powerful?” Duge inquired.

“It is said to be the Seraph Phyra and the Fighting Angel Miller. Rumor has it that each possesses half of the Solar God’s Divine Power. When the Solar God slumbers, they are responsible for the security of the Solar God Temple,” said the Pope.

“Have you battled them?” Duge asked.

“…” The Pope shook his head.

“Could you defeat this Reilir?” Duge pressed on.

The Pope shook his head, then nodded, finally sighing despondently, “I don’t know.”

“You haven’t fought them, yet you aspire to take over, did a donkey kick your head?” Duge gave him a contemptuous glance. “Who gave you such courage?”

The Pope’s face flushed red, awkwardly explaining, “I wished to take over the control the Solar God has over the Mortal Realm. I never thought of replacing the Solar God…”

That’s it?

Duge gave him a scornful glance and turned his attention back to Reilir.

In just a short while, Reilir’s breath had weakened; he was barely alive. Duge used Water Series magic to heal Reilir, though to little effect.

Seeing Duge’s actions, the Pope opened his mouth to say, “Duge, Reilir’s injuries are too severe, Water Series magic won’t work anymore, it needs Holy Light to heal.”

“Then send over two people to help heal him,” Duge called out to the bishops, “As a merciful king, I cannot stand by and watch death unfold.”

Are you out of your mind?

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