Jettanson and Ford Face Off Against an Angel

Ford, the fire mage, had no choice but to cast low-level spells instantly to slow the charging Blood-Eyed Mane Lion while retreating!

After engaging Matthews, the angel Lyriel was surprised to discover that Matthews was no ordinary opponent. Matthews had grasped the power of the world and could unleash it in his attacks. Even Lyriel, a peak ninth-level angel, struggled to withstand them.

"Clang—"

Another clash of metal rang out, and Lyriel and Matthews each fell back.

"This angel isn't ordinary. I wonder which special family's physical powerhouse was made into a vessel for Angel Descent this time!"

Realizing he wouldn't be able to take the angel down anytime soon, Matthews couldn't help spitting in annoyance. He already had a grudge against the Church of Light, and he himself had nearly been made into a vessel for Angel Descent.

Lyriel sensed the battle between Ford and the magical beast in the distance. Ford was clearly at a disadvantage. His death was only a matter of time, and Lyriel certainly couldn't let the church's top genius mage be killed. It went against his faith, and it would also harm the Church of Light's interests.

He immediately made his decision. He would have to risk the vessel's body collapsing and forcibly raise his power to the Saint Realm. At that level, he should be able to kill the ninth-level warrior before him and the magical beast.

"Bang—"

After another exchange, Matthews was sent flying twenty meters by a blow from the angel who had been evenly matched with him just moments before. Matthews immediately understood: the angel's full strength was at the Saint Realm. Limited by the physical vessel provided by the Church of Light, he could normally only wield ninth-level strength. But if he risked the vessel's body collapsing, he could fight with Saint Realm-level attack power.

Matthews remembered that in the original story, the protagonist had encountered a female angel like this. It seemed the protagonist had stalled for time until the angel's vessel could no longer withstand the power and exploded.

Matthews then used the electromagnetic devices on his hands and feet to stall for time, darting about and avoiding a direct clash with Lyriel. After a few exchanges, Lyriel realized something was wrong. With another swing, he aimed his sword at Matthews's leg.

"Clang—"

The long Hanguang in Matthews's left hand was blocked by Lyriel's angelic greatsword, while the upward reverse slash of Youying in his right hand was stopped by the bracer on Lyriel's left arm.

Seeing the angel's leg kick toward him, Matthews had no choice but to raise his own leg to block. When he saw the triumphant smile on Lyriel's face, he cried out instinctively, "Oh no!"

The electromagnetic devices had always been the source of Matthews's speed, but they were made from ordinary iron and lodestone. They simply couldn't withstand a Saint Realm angel's blow.

"Bang—"

Their legs had barely clashed when Matthews realized his electromagnetic devices were ruined. He darted back and looked down. Sure enough, the device on his right leg had stopped working.

Looking down was a mistake—a cardinal battlefield taboo. Until an enemy was dead, he couldn't take his eyes off them for even a moment.

"Pfft—"

Lyriel kicked Matthews flying again. This time, his two blades had only been in time to block the angel's greatsword. The Battle Qi he hurriedly summoned throughout his body did little to protect him.

Matthews cut off the electromagnetic device on his left leg and continued trying to stall. Just as Lyriel charged at him, the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked the attack.

Matthews took the Sovereign Artifact, the Death Scythe, from his Space Ring. He hadn't known whether an angel would die for good if killed, or return to the angel rebirth pool to be summoned again. If he used the Sovereign Artifact now, he risked exposing himself. But after seeing the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion sent flying as well, he had no choice but to bring it out and fight for his life.

"Clang—"

The angel's greatsword clashed with Matthews's scythe once more. As a ninth-level warrior, Matthews couldn't truly bond with this Sovereign Artifact of the Law of Death, nor could he unleash its full power.

But the Sovereign Artifact was so sharp that it easily sliced off the tip of Lyriel's greatsword.

When the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion appeared, Lyriel had already realized that Ford Jettanson, the ninth-level mage, had been defeated and killed. Looking at his body, which was now on the verge of collapsing, he understood that he had only one attack left.

Matthews had also seen Lyriel's condition. When Lyriel attacked, Matthews met his desperate strike with a smile, using the Sovereign Artifact to block it.

"Bang—"

Matthews hadn't expected that Lyriel's true attack would not be his broken sword, but his final self-detonation.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Matthews used the Sovereign Artifact, the Death Scythe, to support himself as he stood up. The Blood-Eyed Mane Lion came to his side.

"Master, are you all right?"

Matthews put away the Sovereign Artifact and his long knife, then urgently said to the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion, "Get me out of here. The Saint Realm experts in Patel City have probably sensed the shock waves from our battle!"

Matthews was right. Less than ten minutes after he and the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion had left, a Saint Realm expert from Patel City arrived at the battlefield. He had sensed the fighting from the moment it began, so he'd gone to ask the family patriarch what was happening. As soon as he had found out, he set off for the area at once.

"Looks like I'm too late!"

He examined the battlefield. A group of knights from the Church of Light and members of the Jettanson Family had arrived before him. Though he was a Saint Realm expert, he still had to show the Church of Light some respect. He asked, "What happened?"

"My lord, an enemy first killed the patriarch of the Jettanson Family, then killed two ninth-level experts from the Church of Light."

After an eighth-level priest from the Church of Light answered him, the Saint Realm ancestor of the Patel Family nodded and asked nothing more.

"My lord, could you pursue the culprit on the church's behalf?"

The Saint Realm ancestor of the Patel Family glanced at the sixth-level mage who had spoken up like some clueless hothead, then looked at the eighth-level priest beside him as if he were an idiot.

The eighth-level priest was also pale with fright. At the same time, he was already resentful toward this young scion of the church's upper ranks, who had come here to pad his résumé. He himself had no connections, so he'd had to curry favor with a ninth-level Cardinal and barely managed to secure a powerless priesthood despite being an eighth-level mage.

Now this sixth-level young master was far more overbearing than he was. But because of the young man's background, he had no choice but to step in and smooth things over. He said politely, "My lord, he is the grandson of Vasily, the Saint Realm commander of the Knights. He just graduated from the academy. Please forgive him!"