An Existence Stronger Than a King of Angel-Guess What It Is?

Illusory, sacred feathers scattered in the air, highlighting the noble and inviolable Angel with outstretched wings. Luther, surrounded by his wings, was covered in blood, his shadow dark and heavy, making him look like a Sinner deserving of Judgement.

But the Sinner's expression at this moment was somewhat subtle.

Luther's azure eyes were like Mirror, reflecting what he saw. Suddenly, a corner of the wings that had filled his vision was missing. Then, more and more wings began to disappear, erased from this world little by little, leaving no trace.

And the cause of all this was the intruder who appeared out of nowhere.

Luther's vision gradually cleared, and he saw the other person's figure more clearly. It was a young woman with black hair and black eyes, and a beautiful face. She wore a hooded classical robe, her black eyes hidden in shadow, and her face was blank and expressionless.

It's her!

Luther remembered that he had seen this woman before, during the Great Smog of Backlund!

At the time, he was interrogating "Despair Nightingale" Panatiya with "Queen Mystic" Bernadette when she broke through the restrictions and barged in, indirectly leading to Panatiya's murder and the loss of subsequent clues.

This mysterious woman possesses extraordinary power; Bernadette is far from being her match. It now appears she could even contend with a King of Angel!

Under her lifeless gaze, Ouroboros's body was slowly fading away.

Ouroboros slowly turned his head and met the gaze of the hooded woman. Countless mysterious and illusory rings suddenly appeared throughout the space.

Oh no, this guy is about to Reboot time again!

Luther was anxious, but he was powerless to act, unable even to warn the other party. Although he didn't know what the other party's stance was, at this moment, he still hoped that this strange woman would persist as long as possible, giving him more time.

Under his anxious gaze, the hooded woman moved.

She raised her right hand, revealing a slender, white finger beneath her robe, and gently pointed it towards her.

One by one, the mysterious and profound rings disappeared, replaced by a deep darkness. That darkness spread silently, devouring the cyclical rules and spreading a dark and tranquil calamity.

"Thump, thump."

Ouroboros took two steps back, a strange emotion suddenly appearing in his indifferent eyes.

"Splash!"

The next moment, the King of Angel did nothing more. Instead, he spread his many-missing wings, flapped the air, and soared into the sky. As he rose, his figure transformed back into clear, transparent light, and finally vanished without a trace.

He ran away!

After easily suppressing Luther, Ouroboros was intimidated by an even more powerful being and decisively retreated. A transparent feather slowly fell, leaving behind the last trace.

Luther watched the feather fall to the ground until it turned into light and disappeared.

He looked up and his gaze met that of the woman in the black hooded robe. She remained expressionless, her dark eyes fixed on him, seemingly able to absorb all light.

She was looking at herself.

Um, this...

Luther felt a strong sense of pressure.

The Red Angel Evil Spirit within him had completely fallen silent. The three Conqueror not only stopped arguing, but also shrank into the deepest corner, no longer moving.

Coward...

Luther thought to himself, looking at the beautiful but lifeless black-haired woman opposite him.

To be honest, he was actually a little uneasy.

What level of power would someone possess to easily suppress a King of Angel has reigned for a thousand years, causing such a being to flee without even wanting to fight?

Heh, heh... do you even need to ask?

Only the True God at the very top of the Sequence!

So, what is this woman's true identity...?

Luther felt he couldn't think about it anymore, and he forcibly suppressed the surging emotions within him. Although he had already encountered beings like the True Creator and the Fool, those were all Illusion, above the Gray Fog. This time, however, he had encountered them in reality, and the oppression they brought him was completely different.

Despite his many internal thoughts, it was only a fleeting moment in the Real World. Before he could even figure out how to deal with this mysterious being, the latter had already taken action on its own.

Suddenly, the dazed woman regained a fleeting spark of life. Her dark eyes darted around, settling on Luther's astonished face. As if joking, she winked slightly at Luther, and then her body gradually faded away until it completely disappeared.

Before long, he was alone on the entire mountain again.

Ouroboros and the mysterious woman in black robes had both left. The entire mountain was deserted, as if they had never been there, and it was all just Illusion that Luther had just experienced.

"Brush!"

Just as Luther was beginning to have some self-doubt, a ripple suddenly appeared in front of him, and then Antiya, dressed in a black dress, rushed out from it.

"Smack!"

Antiya didn't even bother to observe the surrounding situation; instead, she grabbed Luther's hand without hesitation. The colors around them immediately became vibrant and lively, as if she intended to activate "Spirit World Traversal" to escape with Luther.

"Calm down, it's all over now."

Luther quickly said.

Miss Ship Spirit stopped teleporting upon hearing this, but she still cautiously looked around until she confirmed that there was nothing amiss before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"I thought I was going to be alone again..."

Antiya's voice trembled slightly as she held onto Luther tightly. She gripped him so hard that Luther hand ached. But Luther wisely didn't show it, simply waiting for her unease to subside.

What just happened?

After calming down, Miss Ship Spirit did not stop, but continued to question. Sunlight shone on her asymmetrical black dress, making her figure appear somewhat ethereal for some reason.

"I just accidentally ran into a King of Angel."

Luther answered truthfully.

"The King of Angel?"

The latter's eyebrows shot up. "No wonder the pressure on me was so strong, much stronger Suah."

Then why did He leave?

"Um, this..."

Luther hesitated for a moment, "I'm not sure if I can tell you..."

This concerns a True God, and True God who can descend, so the consequences of carelessly revealing the other party's whereabouts are unimaginable.

"Good afternoon."

Just then, a calm and peaceful voice rang out.

The next moment, the owner of the voice appeared in front of them without warning.