Clashing with the Angel and Ford

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

After clashing with Matthews, the angel Lyriel was surprised to discover that Matthews was no ordinary man. Matthews had grasped the momentum of heaven and earth in his attacks, something even he, a peak ninth-rank angel, found difficult to withstand.

"Clang--"

With another sound of metal striking metal, the angel Lyriel and Matthews both retreated.

This angel is no ordinary angel. I wonder which special family's physical powerhouse has been used as a vessel for this Angel Descent!

Seeing that he couldn't take down this angel in the short term, Matthews couldn't help but spit on the ground. He already held a grudge against the Church of Light; he himself had nearly been used as a vessel for an Angel Descent once before.

The angel Lyriel sensed the battle between Ford and the magical beast in the distance; Ford was clearly at a disadvantage. Being killed was only a matter of time, and he certainly could not allow this top genius mage of the Church to be slain. This was inconsistent with his faith and did not serve the interests of the Church of Light.

He made a decision immediately: he would risk the collapse of this vessel to forcibly elevate his strength to the Saint Realm. At the Saint Realm, he should be able to kill the ninth-rank warrior and the magical beast before him.

"Boom--"

After another strike, Matthews was sent flying twenty meters by a single blow from the angel, who had been evenly matched with him just moments ago. Matthews understood immediately that the angel's overall strength was at the Saint Realm. Limited by the physical durability provided by the Church of Light, he could only exert ninth-rank strength under normal circumstances. However, by risking the collapse of the vessel's body, he could forcibly unleash 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 simply dragged out the time until the angel's vessel could no longer withstand the power and exploded.

Matthews then began to use the electromagnetic devices on his hands and feet to stall for time, darting around and avoiding direct confrontation with the angel Lyriel. After a few exchanges, the angel Lyriel realized the issue and, during another swing, slashed directly toward Matthews's leg.

"Clang--"

Matthews's long blade Hanguang in his left hand blocked the angel Lyriel's greatsword, and the backhand upward strike of Youying in his right hand was blocked by the gauntlet on the angel Lyriel's left hand.

Seeing the angel's leg kicking toward him, Matthews had no choice but to lift his foot to block. Seeing the smug smile on the angel Lyriel's face, Matthews subconsciously shouted, "Oh no!"

The electromagnetic devices were the source of Matthews's speed, but these devices were, after all, only made of common iron and magnets. Their inherent hardness could not withstand a strike from a Saint Realm angel.

"Boom--"

With just a single clash of their legs, Matthews knew his electromagnetic device was ruined. After Matthews dodged and retreated, he looked down to see that the device on his right leg had indeed failed.

Matthews making the mistake of looking down was a major taboo on the battlefield. As long as the enemy had not been killed, one could not take their eyes off them for even a moment.

"Pfft--"

Matthews was kicked away by the angel again. This time, he only had enough time to defend against the swing of the angel Lyriel's greatsword with his dual blades. The Battle Qi he had hastily raised throughout his body provided little protection.

Matthews hacked off the electromagnetic device on his left leg, intending to continue stalling. Just as the angel Lyriel charged toward him, the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion suddenly appeared in front of Matthews, blocking the strike for him.

Matthews took the Sovereign Artifact, the Death Scythe, out of his Space Ring. He didn't know if an angel would truly die after being killed, or if it would return to the Angel Rebirth Pool to be summoned again, which meant using the Sovereign Artifact now carried the risk of exposure. But seeing the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion sent flying, Matthews had no choice but to bring it out for a desperate fight.

"Clang--"

It was another clash between the angel's greatsword and Matthews's scythe. Although Matthews, a ninth-rank warrior, could not truly bind this Sovereign Artifact of the Death Law, nor could he unleash its true power, the sheer sharpness of the Sovereign Artifact easily sliced off the tip of the angel Lyriel's greatsword.

When the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion appeared just now, the angel Lyriel knew that the ninth-rank mage Ford Jettanson had already been defeated and killed. The angel Lyriel looked at his body, which was now on the verge of collapse, and understood that he only had one last chance to attack.

Matthews also saw the angel Lyriel's state. As the angel Lyriel attacked, he smiled and used the Sovereign Artifact to block the angel's desperate final strike.

"Boom--"

Matthews had not expected that the true attack of this ruthless angel Lyriel was not his broken sword, but his final self-destruction.

"Cough, cough, cough--"

Matthews leaned on the Sovereign Artifact, the Death Scythe, and stood up. The Blood-Eyed Mane Lion also arrived by his side at this moment.

"Master, are you alright?"

Matthews put away the Sovereign Artifact and his long blades, saying anxiously to the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion, "Hurry and take me away! The Saint Realm powerhouse of Patel City has likely already sensed the aftermath of our battle!"

Matthews had not guessed wrong. Less than ten minutes after he and the Blood-Eyed Mane Lion left, the Saint Realm powerhouse of Patel City arrived at the scene of the battle. This Saint Realm expert had sensed the battle from the moment it began, so he had gone to ask the family patriarch, and as soon as he understood, he immediately set off to rush here.

"It seems I arrived too late!"

He inspected the battlefield, along with the Church of Light knights and members of the Jettanson Family who had arrived before him. Although he was a Saint Realm powerhouse, he still had to give the Church of Light some face, so he asked, "What happened here?"

"My Lord, an enemy first killed the patriarch of the Jettanson Family, and then killed two of our ninth-rank powerhouses from the Church of Light."

Seeing an eighth-rank priest of the Church of Light answer him, the Saint Realm ancestor of the Patel Family nodded and asked nothing more.

"My Lord, could you please, for the sake of the Church, help us pursue the murderer!"

The Saint Realm ancestor of the Patel Family looked at the sixth-rank mage who had spoken up like a greenhorn, then looked at the eighth-rank priest beside him with the expression one might use for an idiot.

The eighth-rank priest was now pale with fright because of this sixth-rank mage. At the same time, he felt growing resentment toward these young masters from the Church's upper echelons who came here to gild their resumes. He himself had no background, which was why he had to rely on sucking up to the ninth-rank Red-Robed Archbishop to barely scrape by as a priest with no real power despite his eighth-rank strength.

Now, this sixth-rank young master was acting more powerful than him, but due to the young master's background, he had to step out to smooth things over. He said humbly and politely, "My Lord, he is the grandson of the Saint Realm Knight Commander Vasily. He just graduated from the academy, please forgive him!"