Upon receiving the affirmative answer, Luo Yan nodded lightly, then asked, "Colonel Pruhler, can you still stand?"
At that moment, Hephaestus, standing behind Pruhler as he lay on the ground, raised his hammer and struck him in the chest. Michael's mass of Golden Flames dispersed.
The colonel climbed to his feet and exhaled a murky breath. "I won't die for the time being."
"And Hephaestus is furious now."
Luo Yan circulated his cultivation technique, causing wisps of Vermilion Heavenly Fire to rise around him. "Good. Let's make him even angrier."
"After all, we'll have to put some effort into slaying this archangel."
Ahead.
Illusory golden armor appeared over the old man's body. Speaking through Morton, Michael said in a solemn voice,
"Arrogant!"
"Don't compare me to Euria."
"Besides, neither Euria nor I fear death."
"Death is not an end for us, but a return and rebirth."
"Death will let us return to our Lord and be reborn within his spirit."
"Euria has already returned. Next, we will all return to our Lord. This is an inevitable fact."
He paused. "However, before that, I must fulfill the agreement and drive you Easterners away."
"Now I'll give you one final chance."
"Leave this place. Leave this land, and never appear before me again."
"If you do that, you who have lost the protection of the gods can still struggle on for a while."
Luo Yan raised Liaoyuan, the greatsword pointing toward the deity. "Who told you we've lost the gods' protection?"
"They have always been here. They're simply protecting us in another way."
"Besides, they're different from you."
"Your lord claims to be the only true god and fears being replaced."
"But our gods are different. They left behind a path to godhood, hoping that one day we could replace them and