Ian The moment when he holds the dagger in his hand.
The whole Heaven seemed to tremble.
The glory invisible to the living was blooming, and the burning Holy Flame on the sword instantly surged, making the thick air around it crackle. Dean and Sam had to take a few steps back.
"!!!!!"
Sam and Dean looked at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, their mouths could almost fit into an egg.
The two brothers raised their hands to block the incoming Heat Wave with their arms. In fact, the Heat Wave was not hot, but it was very dazzling. After all, Dean and Sam were not the targets it wanted to judge.
"What the hell is this?" Dean shouted with squinting eyes. He only saw Ian holding the dagger, and then the dagger burned with extremely dazzling white flames.
"It's a level 999 sword, a top-notch weapon on the krypton gold list for a limited time experience. But since it has fallen into the hands of Lord Ian, even if God and Great Evil Beast bite me together, they can't even think of taking it back." Ian looked down at the burning dagger in his hand, with an expression as if he was ready to run away and become Marvel at any time. Ian's determination.
The benefits are exciting.
He knows the origin of this sword very well - God personally gave Angel of Death Azrael the god-killing weapon. In theory, only Lucifer can ignite Sword of End.
According to rumors.
It is a weapon made by God himself and given to Angel of Death Azrael to carry out the final judgment. It has the power to cut off all divinities and demons.
It is the only weapon that can truly "kill" Angels and "damage" Lucifer. Of course, the settings say that it can also kill God.
But whoever believes in this setting should sit at the same table as Jordan.
God has created many, many things, all of which have labels that can kill him. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that God is lying. He must be the first fisherman in the universe.
Of course.
Nonetheless.
It does not prevent this Sword of God from having extraordinary attributes.
A mortal can cut Reaper light in his hand, let alone ignite Holy Flame's state. It can even split dimensions and tear apart reality. Now this thing is burning like a torch in Ian's hand.
"Winchester Brothers's appearance here must not be a coincidence. Everything is being arranged by invisible hands."
Ian looked at the God-Killing Gun in his left hand, and then waved the God sword in his right hand. He felt like he was at the beginning of the plot, and directly got the protagonist in the cutscene of the brave costume.
I would say this is a coincidence.
Winchester beat brother Winchester to death ten thousand times but Ian would not believe it. He was really worried that God had a crush on him. After all, only the devil knows whether the priests' habits are spread from the source to the bottom [memetic contamination].
"What do you mean?"
Sam and Dean are both a little confused.
"Look, I lit this sword on fire. This doesn't make sense."
Ian doesn't believe that God Lao Deng is not silently peeking at the screen. After all, the sword in his hand can only be ignited when Lucifer·Morningstar holds it in person.
However.
Now Ian also lights the sword.
But he was neither Lucifer nor the messenger of God. The Holy Flame on the sword burned brighter and hotter, and in the blink of an eye it reached a height of forty meters. The blazing white light swept the three People were enveloped in it, and Ian's figure was looming in the flames. Sam and Dean stared at this scene in stunned silence, their jaws almost falling to the ground.
"You are Angels, and you can use Angels's weapons. Isn't that normal? I think--you must be Angel of Lies and Temptation who usually lurks in the world waiting for opportunities?"
Sam's thoughts are full of underage imagination. The things Angels gave them for safekeeping are of course Angels's weapons. This is a very reasonable inertial understanding. Since he is not usually interested in occult knowledge, he can only speak based on his imagination at this time.
He abruptly created a Heaven position that fit the Ian character he knew.
"????"
Ian is very puzzled by his image in Sam's mind. Not only Sam, who has only had a close relationship with him for four or five years, but also Dean, who has never had any formal interaction with him in the past, seems to have a lot of criticism towards him.
"I think he is more like the rebellious Cupid." Dean actually discussed Ian with Sam in front of Ian, his eyes would glance at the Colt pistol in Ian's left hand from time to time. Winchester Family's eldest brother didn't know the power of this gun, but he knew very well how much his father valued this gun.
"Fart, you are Cupid, and your whole family is Cupid." Ian scolding is generally divided into three stages. Dean, who left him speechless, triggered the first stage at this time.
Obviously.
Ian really doesn't mind others saying that he is a naked child.
"Lord Ian is now Archangel, greater than great Seraph Ian." He made corrections and opened a new vest. With a thought, he also modified his ordinary Mimicry student uniform. He saw countless symbiont-like substances surging, squirming and stretching on his skin like living animals.
The flesh-like substance rolled over Ian's body, and the battle suit emerged, but the "S" logo that originally symbolized Superman on the chest was replaced with a brand new symbol after a period of distortion.
[KingofAngels[King of Angels]]
There are still many small wings fluttering on it, but the flesh and blood wings are a little less sacred. There is no way, Mimicry absorbed the symbiote,
Of course it cannot simulate the taste of holiness.
Under the stunned gazes of Sam and Dean, eight ferocious Mimicry Spider Legs suddenly protruded from behind Ian, glowing like metal under the sunshine of Heaven.
"Did you see it? Eight wings Seraph!" Ian triumphantly floated into the air, spreading his hands as if to embrace the world, and the spider legs behind him drew dangerous arcs in the air.
Lord Ian showed his most majestic posture. Sam and Dean fell silent again.
They looked at the eight spider legs swaying in the air and doubted that they were not actually in Heaven. They recalled carefully that the old man Black Angel looked like a fallen Angels just by looking at his skin color.
"That thing moving around behind your back is so irritating, it doesn't look like Angels's wings." To be brave, it was Dean who mustered up the courage to refute Ian's display.
This is in sharp contrast to Sam's attitude of wanting to praise against his will. How should I put it, people who tell the truth will always suffer. Dean was directly hit on the head by Ian.
He used the gun body of God-Killing Gun Colt, and the force was very precise. He did not make Dean's head explode or fall into coma. He just hugged his big head and lay on the ground grinning.
"Have you ever been Angels? Just say some random things, take it for granted, and judge it as pure blasphemy. That's what Angels is! Only Demons needs to be very good-looking.
"Angels needs to use extremely evil gestures to ward off countless evils!" Ian In order to prevent the other party from talking about his most beautiful face in the world, his Mimicry Armor turned on the full coverage mode.
A "" mask with a big slit mouth covers Ian's face, and the eyes are shining with scarlet light. Ian reused his own extremely evil face as Evil God as the material of Angels.
"??????"
"!!!!!!"
Sam and Dean were obviously shocked. The complete "Seraph Ian" stood in front of them, and Hachijo Spider Leg imitated the way Angels shook its wings and twisted in mid-air.
Not to mention that this look is shocking and evil, it will definitely scare children into tears.
At this moment.
Dean suddenly changed his expression.
He realized it.
"I'm just telling you! I've slept with sixteen virgins, how could I fall in love with Heaven!" Dean turned to look at his brother, as if he had already judged that this was not Heaven but another place.
Sam's eyes switched back and forth between Ian's visor and the contaminated Holy City.
He also somewhat agreed with his elder brother's views.
"I... I confess something." Sam's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he took a deep breath, and began to confess, "When I was five years old, I stole the neighbor's dog food to eat. This is definitely wrong."
Good guy.
Self-destruction is a dark history.
Maybe you think this can wash away your sins?
"??????" Dean's expression seemed to be struck by lightning.
"At that time, you and dad went out to hunt monsters. If I didn't eat, I would starve to death." Sam defended in a low voice.
"We obviously left money for you!"
"Remind you again, I was five years old at the time!" Sam suddenly raised his voice, "Living in the most chaotic neighborhood in the United States, with a huge sum of $100 in my hand, do you think I dare to go out and buy things?"
He is indeed a very smart child since he was a child.
Ian is very empathetic to this.
"I think he really can't go out with a hundred dollars, especially in a relatively chaotic neighborhood. Your brother who eats dog food is likely to become a brother whose parts are scattered all over the world."
Ian didn't like watching others argue in front of him, so he took the initiative to mediate, "Stop arguing, this is really Heaven, and I am really Seraph Ian."
Neither of them believed it when I saw them.
"The person you meet in the human world is just my skin, and what he does has nothing to do with me." Ian said fiercely, and he could even distance himself from himself.
This is the real emotion.
However.
Even with such a speech that he did not let go, he still failed to gain Winchester Brothers's trust.
"The sewers in my house are cleaner than those there. This is definitely Holy City, right?" Sam pointed at the Holy City shrouded in black mist in the distance. He couldn't see the mucus but could feel the ominousness in it.
"It is indeed corrupt there Holy City, you read that right, but it is just because of a small problem. It is for this reason,
Seraph Ian was awakened from a deep sleep."
"I will protect my beloved Heaven immediately." Ian said while checking God-Killing Gun Colt, which contained two manually loaded bullets.
The quantity is not too small either.
After all, this gun only had 13 bullets in total. On that night in 1835, the comet Harley streaked across the night sky, and at the same time, those people possessed by Demons were executed under the poplar trees. At that extraordinary moment, Samuel Colt happened to be
I don't know why this gun was created.
And those thirteen bullets.
Only the thirteen bullets created at that time and combined with God-Killing Gun can exert its true power.
The kind of power that can kill anything.
"You can do whatever you want. My brother and I just want to return to the human world." Dean rubbed his temples. He couldn't find his mother and didn't want to stay in this place.
"You are confused. Entering Heaven before you are dead is definitely a good thing. It will save you many years of detours. If it were me, I would stay here and fight to death without getting out."
Ian points to a direction where you can hide.
"The two brothers looked at each other and felt that this absurd reasoning was inexplicably reasonable.
"But I haven't enjoyed enough of the colorful world of this world."
Dean said weakly.
Sam answered immediately, "I haven't even had a girlfriend!"
He may also be a little bit depressed,
In response to this, Ian sighed softly and said earnestly, "When you have enjoyed enough, you may not be able to join Heaven. The world of flowers is the depraved atmosphere created by Demons."
This is actually not unreasonable. Judging from the fact that the king of Crossroads Demon controls the entertainment industry, there must be many Demonss who have industries in the world that can attract human beings to fall.
Such advice.
It makes perfect sense.
Dean is a little shaken.
"But our father is still in the world, and he is alone--" Recently, family affection has defeated the temptation of Heaven, Dean frowned,
He talked about his old father who he couldn't let go of.
Regarding this.
Ian just smiled crookedly, and the mask with the huge mouth was crooked very standard.
"As long as your father spends all his money to buy Indulgence, I can definitely take him to sneak across the country in advance." With Holy Sword in hand that can split dimensions, Ian is more confident in making the immigration agency business bigger and stronger.
Hear the words.
Sam and Ian were shocked again.
"Is this okay?"
This is really different from their common sense.
"Are you really Angels?"
Sam feels that he can't stand it any longer. If Angels takes the lead in selling Indulgence, then the source of the priests selling Indulgence in the Middle Ages must have been found.
"Don't ask me such stupid questions."
Ian uses the deep voice of Batman.
Before Dean and Sam could react, they saw Ian holding Holy Sword high, eight spider legs unfolding at the same time, and the whole person was floating like the real Angels.
Holy Flame formed Halo around him. The flame was not an ordinary fire, but a divine fire ignited by glory. Each ray contained enough power to burn away corruption and evil.
Extraordinary momentum.
Dean and Sam were indeed shaken.
Just as the two of them were still digesting all this, suddenly - in the direction of the polluted Holy City in the distance, countless viscous substances began to surge in the city.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of muddy and distorted singing. The voice was like a whisper coming from the indescribable depths, directly hitting the deepest fear and darkness in the human heart.
Dean and Sam felt dizzy for an instant. The dark side of their hearts seemed to be awakened by the singing, and negative emotions came flooding in. They immediately fell to their knees in pain and covered their ears.
Trying to resist the melody that corrodes the mind,
"Children, it seems we have to say goodbye." Ian's voice suddenly sounded, low and sad, as if he had spent his entire life to create such a tragic tone.
"What and what?" The two brothers reluctantly raised their heads, only to see Ian with his back to them, and his eight "wings" spider legs trembling slightly, as if he was suffering some indescribable sorrow.
"I didn't expect that even if I died in battle and became Angels, I would still have to sacrifice myself Destiny again." His voice was slightly choked, "This may be my last Homecoming as a hero."
Dean and Sam were confused.
This sudden tragic scene made them forget the impact of the singing for a moment. The two of them could not help but cover their ears and look at each other, completely unable to keep up with Ian's emotional changes.
Those highly emotional words made the two brothers so confused that they temporarily ignored the impact of the singing.
"Can you say something we can understand?"
However, when they looked up at Ian again, an even more shocking scene appeared - Ian's eight "wings" spider legs were covered with eight pairs of flesh-colored stockings at some point.
"Wha, what the hell?!" Dean's eyes widened and his brain was completely shaken.
Sam stared at the stockings floating in the wind.
Pupil earthquake.
"Wait-this-
He seemed to have suffered some unbearable pain. At this time, the smart brother in Winchester Brothers seemed to have realized that what Ian said was not actually meant for them.
There is a Black Box surrounding Ian that is constantly glowing.
Ian slowly turned back.
Close-up follows.
"Stocking Angel, we will never allow the disaster to spread to Heaven." After saying that, he suddenly fluttered his wings (spider legs) and stood up, Holy Flame skyrocketed,
The whole person turned into a stream of light.
Rush towards the contaminated Holy City without hesitation.
The suspended Black Box followed closely behind. Dean stared blankly at the retreating figure of Ian, and after a while he held back a sentence: "What Stocking Angel? Didn't he say he was Seraph?!"
Seraph and Stocking Angel actually do not conflict.
It's a pity that no one can explain it.
Sam slapped his forehead suddenly and shouted in annoyance, "Damn it! Ian is "Stocking Superman"! I also rewarded his <The Death of Superman> video with fifty dollars!"
He is obviously one of those people who have gained faith and even beauty from the DC director.
"No! He died on earth, and Heaven reappeared. Can there be a sequel to this????" Sam slumped to the ground, with a dull look on his face. In the distance, in the black mist of Holy City, Ian's heroic laughter could be heard.
"You can't look back. There is no limit to Stocking Angel. In order to protect what you must protect, no matter light or dark - this is my way of heaven. No, it's Angel Way, Angel Path!"
"Delete it and try again."
Although there are some interludes in the middle.
However.
After the sudden change, Ian really didn't hesitate and rushed straight into Holy City.
Heaven's Holy City should have been a glorious holy land, but at this moment, it was eroded by some kind of indescribable pollution. Fortunately, the borders were bound by invisible forces so that the corruption could not spread outward.
Of course.
This also turned the interior into a twisted purgatory.
The moment you step in.
Ian's vision suddenly distorted.
The air became viscous, as if soaked in some kind of putrid liquid, and every breath carried a peculiar smell mixed with sweetness and decay. The sky was no longer pure blue, but a sickly purple-black color, and the clouds squirmed like festering wounds, occasionally cracking, revealing countless indescribable faces behind them.
They were all staring down coldly.
The ground is no longer the original white marble, but is covered with a layer of wriggling black fungi, with the surface covered with dense tentacles and eyeballs.
Each eyeball is shining with a light that is not part of human cognition. When you step on it, it will make a tooth-staining sticky sound, as if you have crushed countless insect eggs.
On both sides of the street, the originally solemn Angel Statue are now twisted and deformed, their wings are broken, their faces are melted, and sarcoma-like proliferative tissue has grown on their stone bodies.
Some even opened eyes that were not part of the sculpture.
His pupils were flashing with crazy will.
Those high towers that once symbolized purity and order have now been replaced by alienated structures. The walls are covered with sticky runes, emitting a low hum, like countless ancient existences in Whisper.
"There is also a lot of pollution that you can't see."
Even more terrifying are those invisible beings. Ian can feel that at the edge of the horizon, in the shadows that cannot be touched by light, there are countless twisted things approaching him.
They have no fixed form.
The specific trajectory cannot even be captured by Ian.
It can only be perceived vaguely.
That is the most terrifying enemy in Cthulhu mythology—the Unnamable.
These existences themselves are polluted realities. Just being close to them causes unnatural ripples to appear on the surface of Ian and Mimicry Armor.
It's as if Mimicry Armor is slowly being dissolved by some force.
"Ugh~"
Ian couldn't help but retched a few times.
He just tasted the Cthulhu mist, and never wanted to taste it a second time. Every time he recalled it, he determined that it would definitely be the most terrifying nightmare in his gourmet career.
"I was also disgusted by Cthulhu."
Ian can feel the eyes on him from all directions.
He knows.
You are being watched.
They don't appear directly.
Instead, they penetrate people's hearts through perception, memory and fear. They exist in the cracks of reality and cannot be seen by the naked eye.
But it can make people fall into Eternity madness in just a few seconds.
No hesitation.
Ian directly waved Holy Sword in his hand,
Movements are as light as the wind.
Holy Sword, however, has the power to destroy the world. They are turbulent and majestic, turning into huge blazing white waves, sweeping away in all directions with Ian as the center.
Holy Flame swept through the entire Holy City like a flood.
Wherever you go.
The air emitted a sharp explosion, as if even the space itself was burning. Those invisible twisted existences were wiped out in Holy Flame before they even had time to scream.
They struggled, twisted, and tried to escape, but to no avail. Holy Flame swallowed them up like a tsunami, purifying the part of reality they were parasitic with.
The ground returned to its original whiteness, and those wriggling eyeballs and tentacles were reduced to nothingness in the flames. The black mist in the sky was dispersed, revealing a corner of the real Heaven dome.
After swinging a sword.
Then came the storm.
The whole fallen Holy City was shaking at this moment. It was not just purification.
It seems to be a kind of judgment.
Everything is silent.
"There are still some remnants."
Ian stood in the center of the storm, his cloak rustling, Holy Flame continued to surge around him, and the second wave of Holy Flame swept out, completely incinerating the last remaining filth.
Holy Flame mercilessly burns every inch of filth.
The entire fallen Holy City trembled under his feet, as if it had surrendered to this self-proclaimed King of Angels. Those buildings gradually lost their distortion, reappearing the carved outlines of Angels.
The decadent sweetness in the air was replaced by a fiery breath.
It was as if the whole world had been reset back to its original glory.
"The culprit is probably inside."
Ian stood in place.
Portable Holy Sword.
In front of you is a road paved by Holy Flame.
He did not look back or pause, but stepped forward, crossing a road opened by Holy Flame, and entered God's residence, the most sacred and inviolable place of Heaven.
This is a grand and strange hall. The towering dome seems to be connected to the origin of Heaven. The walls are inlaid with countless reliefs, depicting the sacred scene of Angels coming and judging sins.
However, at this moment, these statues exude a disgusting smell.
They are not static decorations.
They are moving.
On both sides of the corridor, there are countless twisted statues kneeling, with their heads lowered and their hands folded on their chests, as if they were praying devoutly, and they sang low, turbid, seductive and crazy songs.
The voice was like a call coming from the depths of Hell. The pitch was high and low, sometimes weeping and complaining, and sometimes roaring madly. Every note eroded the sanity.
It's like an irresistible curse that makes people's minds gradually collapse.
"Pollution Hymn."
Ian murmured in a low voice, frowning.
He did not hesitate, raised the burning Sword of God in his hand, and waved it suddenly!
A blazing Holy Flame huge wave tore through the void and swept out!
The flames surged through the entire corridor like a tide, engulfing the kneeling statues. They struggled, twisted, and screamed in the fire, and finally turned into ashes and were completely purified.
So.
Under the statue.
One by one, the real Angels that had been wrapped before slowly appeared.
Their white wings were bound by stone, and their faces were painful and distorted. The moment they regained their freedom, they seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and began to slowly sink to the ground.
"Wait."
Ian tried to catch one of them, Angels, who had the biggest ambition, but failed.
Angels's collapse seems irreversible.
"Ian·Kent--." The moment his fingertips were about to touch each other, Angels completely sank into the floor, leaving only a vague sigh.
All the remaining Angelss are also like being pulled by Destiny, falling into the darkness without hesitation, as if they are about to fall into the world and become part of those fallen Angelss.
Ian knows.
There must be a reason behind this.
Unspeakable reasons.
"Replace the audio clip just now with another one. She is not calling me Ian·Kent, but calling me the great King of Angels, saying that they have failed me and that if there is another life, she will vote for me as the new XX." Maybe Ian is not brave enough, and actually silenced his own voice.
He turned around and gave an order to his Black Box.
This is not only the shooting of Ian, but also the test of Ian. If Black Box can still operate normally in such an environment, then its true origin may be worthy of in-depth scrutiny.
New Tony is just artificial intelligence, and it is 100% impossible to create such an artifact.
"Are there any contaminated and transformed Angels inside?" Ian continued to move forward and found that although Holy Flame had purified the corridor, the annoying singing voice still came from deep in the hall.
Swinging the sword again.
This time, he clearly saw Holy Flame stopping in front of the palace gate, as if he had hit an invisible wall, and the annoying song was still echoing.
"No, my experience card hasn't expired either."
Ian narrowed his eyes.
He strode into the direction of the hall. He was not blocked by invisible forces. It was completely different from the polluted scene outside. The hall was holy.
Golden light falls from the dome and shines on the bright marble floor. On both sides stand the lifelike Angel Statue,
They had peaceful faces and were singing hymns - but for some reason, this singing that was supposed to be calming made Ian feel unspeakably irritable at the moment.
It's the same as hearing Pollution Hymn.
"What's going on?" Ian shook Holy Sword hard in mid-air. The flames on it were still burning, but they could no longer extend or cut out the tangible sword energy as before.
"There is something affecting it." Ian made a helpless judgment. His eyes swept across the entire hall and finally landed on a throne in front of him.
It was an empty throne.
Located in the center of the main hall.
There is no sense of majesty, only the ordinary feeling of an ordinary seat. Of course, the throne that can appear in this place will only be an exclusive seat owned by one being.
"Is it the majesty of God? Doesn't it dare to offend?" Ian lowered his head and glanced at the extraordinary artifact in his hand that had not been trained by himself, so it was not very spiritual.
It is as quiet as the Demon Head pretending to be dead behind its own back.
"There is a stone pillar in front of the throne. Is the thing on it the Bible?" Ian climbed up the high steps and saw clearly the letters on the cover of the book placed in front of the throne.
"Death Note!?"
I have to say.
Ian Somewhat surprising.
The moment he subconsciously reached out to touch it, a biting cold breath spread down his arm and spread throughout his body, and the black on the surface of the book squirmed and faded away like a living thing.
The yellowed old cover underneath is exposed. The gilded letters of <Death Note> are twisted and deformed, reorganizing into older and more indescribable words - <Necronomicon>.
Those letters are not static, but slowly squirming on the cover, like countless tiny tentacles. Yes, those textures are not written but squirming and changing words.
Like something alive, slowly crawling, twisting, and reorganizing on the page. This is definitely not a simple name replacement, but a hidden essence revealed.
What's even more frightening is that this change is not limited to the book itself - Ian felt his eyes flicker, and the holy temple shattered like a phantom in his field of vision.
In its place is a completely different world.
The environment of the entire hall was instantly distorted in Ian's field of vision.
The holy golden light was replaced by some kind of sickly dark yellow, thick black liquid seeped out from the marble floor, and the faces of Angel Statue on both sides began to melt.
Revealing the indescribable distortion inside.
"Oh! God! What is God doing?! This place is scarier than Hell!" A frightened roar came from behind the butt, which was Demon Bull Head who had been silent.
"God Ian! Run! The main thing is to run with me!" Minotaur's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of fear. He could feel that the singing Angels in the hall had been irreversibly contaminated.
Demons is very panicked.
But Ian didn't move.
Because the moment he held <Necronomicon>, the direction of the throne also changed - the originally empty throne suddenly showed an extremely quiet figure.
It was a being wearing a tattered yellow robe, with indescribable symbols embroidered on the corners. Every line seemed to be squirming, trying to escape from the constraints of reality.
"What the hell."
Ian realized it.
Maybe he's been sitting there.
It's just that Ian couldn't see it before.
The air is a little quiet.
"King in Yellow in the legend of Cthulhu, the indescribable one, Lord of the Interstellar Spaces-" Ian gradually understood everything, and he just stared at the things that suddenly appeared in front of him.
About five seconds later.
"...""
King in Yellow raised his head.
His face was still hidden in the shadows, and only a pair of bottomless eyes could be seen. Those eyes did not belong to humans, nor did they belong to any known life form.
They are symbols of Infinity, reflections of truth.
King in Yellow sat quietly on the throne that did not belong to this world.
His existence seemed to be the core of the entire space, distorting time and Causality. He did not speak or move, but stared at Ian with his bottomless eyes.
Just then.
Ian does not retreat but advances.
"I, King of Angels, ask you to die."
Ian added what was left unfinished after addressing the other party.
Take a sudden step forward.
Holy Sword stabbed King in Yellow directly in the chest with a sharp sound that broke through the air.
However.
He pretended well, but Holy Sword did not directly kill the opponent. Because the flames on Holy Sword were all extinguished at the moment of penetration. Although the sword penetrated the yellow robe, it seemed to have penetrated the phantom of nothingness, with no sense of reality, no resistance, and no damage. King in Yellow's figure flickered between reality and reality.
It's like existing in another dimension.
"Crunch, crunch."
His neck made a heartbreaking "click" sound and slowly turned. Under the wide yellow hood, the indescribable face seemed to still be staring at Ian.
"..-"Ian was unbelieving and poured Divine Power crazily into Holy Sword, but Holy Sword refused to eat his Divine Power, and even after stabbing it dozens of times, it failed to ignite the fire it should have.
Each piercing hit accurately, but each time it was like piercing the air. The opponent's figure was between illusion and reality, and it could not be considered as touching the opponent on the physical level.
This is stuck with the bug Holy Sword.
King in Yellow is always silent.
He slowly raised his skinny hand and gently patted the throne under him, as if to tell Ian that he could not be hurt by Ian if he sat here.
"No, this kind of setting-----" Ian also wanted to yell at God. Obviously, King in Yellow is also a genius at bugs, and he can still get bugs better than him, who is a little expert at bugs.
Ian drew his sword.
He stabbed him dozens of times in a row.
It's always of no use.
Just when Ian felt distressed and thought that he might have to waste the bullets of Colt's pistol, King in Yellow's raised hand did not put it down, but pointed directly towards the center of Ian's eyebrows.
The movement is slow, even a little lazy, as if he is just brushing aside a fallen leaf.
"Something's wrong!"
Ian reacted extremely quickly and retreated tens of meters in an instant, but that hand seemed to ignore the barrier of space and still moved accurately and slowly,
Approaching his eyebrows irresistibly.
"Damn--!"
Ian only had time to curse out these few words.
King in Yellow's fingertips lightly touched his forehead.
"Is this going to pollute me? Am I going to become Cthulhu Ian?" He has seen the opponent's methods and understands that the opponent's attack method is definitely not a "physical attack" in the ordinary sense.
Ian found that he was not as shocked as he thought.
Even.
He was a little confused by the quietness of the air.
"No, what are you doing?"
There is no sound.
There is no other feeling.
Just a little cold touch.
He looked strangely at King in Yellow, who was sitting on top of God's Throne. At this moment, not only was he stunned, it seemed that Mute King was also a little unable to react.
The air fell into an eerie silence again.
King in Yellow remains silent as a mystery.
The void under the hood stared at Ian. In this deadly silent confrontation, Ian suddenly reacted immediately. He suddenly opened his mouth and bit the opponent's finger that was pointed between his eyebrows.
"Click!"
What was shocking was that this bite actually made him bite into something real. The texture of King in Yellow's fingers felt like decayed parchment, with a feeling that made him feel sick to his stomach.
[WARNING: Exposure to erroneous data]
[Target cannot be resolved]
System prompts flashed in Ian's mind.
But he didn't bother to pay attention at all.
No matter how unpalatable it is.
Ian also feels that he wants to save a bullet for Colt.
The always calm King in Yellow finally reacted - the silent King in Yellow still didn't speak, but his frantic pulling of his fingers still showed that he was not really calm.
"Ha! You can't pretend anymore, can you?
?
Ian held on tightly and was dragged forward on his knees.
at extremely close distances.
King in Yellow's robe corner windless automatic.
He suddenly raised his other hand and stabbed Ian's chest with his five fingers like knives. The hand continued to twist and deform as it moved, eventually turning into countless wriggling yellow tentacles.
Straight to the heart of Ian.
"Ultra Bomb!"
Ian looked at his chest swelling with flesh and blood.
He shouted loudly.
The next moment.
Not only the Divine Power in the body, but also the Divine Power stored in Extra Dimension, also began to burst out from the body of Ian. White light more dazzling than a supernova explosion engulfed the entire temple.
The shock wave spread in a spherical shape, and even the space itself began to disintegrate wherever it passed. Those twisted statues vaporized directly in the light, and the black stone floor melted and boiled like chocolate.
The most horrifying thing was the temperature at the center of the explosion—extremely high enough to evaporate stars in a microsecond. King in Yellow's appearance seemed to be directly swallowed up in it at this moment.
The eternal yellow robe appeared damaged for the first time. In the distance, brother Winchester, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly heard a deafening explosion.
They looked up suddenly and saw a dazzling white light rising into the sky in the direction of Holy City, followed by a shock wave that swept across the entire Heaven. A mushroom cloud slowly rose.
"Sure enough, if you hit Cthulhu, you still get Ultraman, Tiga Bomb!"
"Sun Soup Supply!"
"Tiga Bomb!"
"Sun Soup Supply!"
There is a truly indescribable sound echoing in Heaven,
Holy City of Angels.
The silhouette falls apart in the light.
It is located at Heaven.
But now it's still being blown up to the sky.
All Angels may have become homeless children.