In the Old Testament, the angels who served the Lord were described in detail. They were divided into three ranks and nine kinds, with three highest-ranking angels.
Cherubim had four wings, two spread wide and two covering their bodies. They had four heads—a human head, an ox's head, a lion's head, and an eagle's head—as well as two legs, one human and one ending in an ox's hoof. Their main duties were to carry the Lord's throne and drive His chariot.
Thrones had no wings. They looked like four wheels nested together, each with a hub and spokes and covered in eyes. They often stood beside the Lord.
Seraphim had six wings: two covered their heads, two their feet, and two were spread wide. Their bodies were covered in burning flames and eyes, and they could communicate directly with the Lord.
According to legend, angels often took on terrifying forms to frighten demons away, while demons, seeking to deceive humans, usually had alluring and wicked appearances.
The first thing an angel said upon seeing a human was often, "Do not be afraid, my child." Their kind voices and gentle gazes could soothe the fear in a human heart.
Following the images in the Bible, Michael created three highest-ranking angels. The six-winged Seraph guarded the heart of the stronghold, the four-winged Cherub protected the guild's weapons, and the wingless Throne watched over the Treasury.
Mu Fengyu fixed the Seraph before him with an unfriendly stare, then casually tossed a few resurrection items to Siyou Qilong.
"Little Si Long, take these and get out of the way. We're going to get serious now."
"Got it, got it, Captain. Be careful."
Siyou Qilong took the items and retreated to the side. Mu Fengyu took a deep breath, and his body gradually withered, as if some mysterious force were draining away his strength.
When he lowered his head, a sharp crack sounded from his back. A claw pierced through his back and gradually forced his body open as it emerged.
The razor-sharp claws looked capable of tearing through anything. His heavily muscled legs brimmed with explosive power, and tough scales covered his entire body. Dragonfly-like wings sprouted from his back, light yet resilient.
This was Mu Fengyu's second form: Life-Sacrifice Mode, in which he gave up the bonuses from his equipment and relied solely on his stats to fight.
Mu Fengyu beat his wings and shot toward the Seraph like an arrow. His claws glinted coldly, and each swing seemed capable of tearing through the air.
The Seraph didn't dare underestimate him. It quickly beat the wings on its back to block his attack, then gathered holy flames in its eyes and unleashed them at him.
Mu Fengyu didn't dodge. He took the blow head-on, enduring the damage to his weak point as he tore the Seraph's wings clean off. Baring his teeth, he said,
"That one really hurt. Guess I'll have to get serious."
Mu Fengyu had lost a third of his HP from that one hit, while the Seraph still had around seventy percent. He casually drank a buff potion, then charged at it again.
The two tumbled through the air, each collision sending out astonishing waves of energy. The Seraph's wings blazed with scorching flames, while Mu Fengyu's claws seemed capable of cutting through anything. Their battle grew ever more intense.
The battle went on for a long time. The Seraph gradually began to flag and had to admit that Mu Fengyu's second form was indeed incredibly powerful. The lower his HP fell, the faster and stronger he became.
The Seraph could no longer keep up with Mu Fengyu's attacks. Even after surrounding itself with a fire-element shield, it still couldn't withstand his assault. Each of his strikes dealt considerable damage.
The meeting in the stronghold was nearing its end. Everyone was in high spirits, and cheers rose one after another. Michael solemnly held the [Heaven-Supporting God] aloft, his voice resonant and authoritative as it echoed through every corner of the conference room.
"Let it bear witness to our angels' eternal vow: to protect this sacred land until our very last moment."
Michael's words brimmed with conviction, as if even heaven and earth were moved by them. His gaze swept across every angel present, his eyes shining with unquestionable resolve.
As Michael finished speaking, the conference room erupted in even louder cheers. But no one knew what the traitors were cheering for. Was it their guild's impending doom, or the chance to impress the boss?
Boom! A giant eyeball smashed through the door, then continued on at full speed, crashing into several stone pillars and bringing them down. A sharp claw gripped the broken opening as its owner stepped inside, while a boxy robot poked its head out behind him and peered into the room.
"Hey, everyone's still in a meeting? Mind if I join?"
Michael narrowed his eyes at the newcomers. They had brought along a level-sixty weakling, carried a world's blessing buff, and somehow made it all the way here. Yet the guild's security system hadn't reacted at all.
He instantly considered countless possibilities. If he ruled out the possibility that the intruder's World Item could conceal him, then there had to be a traitor within his guild—and one with considerable standing, or they couldn't have so easily shut down the defense system.
Michael's expression turned cold. He stared at the uninvited guest, a sharp glint in his eyes. I'll deal with the intruder first, then take care of the traitor within.
He led the angels down to the ground. Looking at Mu Fengyu, whose HP was low, Michael stepped in front of him and said with a teasing smile,
"You must be Mu Fengyu of the Nine-Man Suicide Subgroup. I'll admit, it takes courage to make it all the way here alone."
"I'll offer you the same terms I was given when I first obtained the [Heaven-Supporting God]. Leave the World Item behind, and you can walk out of here alive."
Mu Fengyu leaned in close, right up to his face, and sneered.
"What if I say no? I came right up to you in the open. Aren't you worried I'll use you to threaten them?"
Michael turned his back to him, arms spread wide in disdain.
"This is my territory. Even if I die, it won't cost me much. Let's see if you dare."
Mu Fengyu narrowed his eyes. He could tell Michael's confidence wasn't baseless; within this stronghold, Michael truly had absolute control.
After waiting a long while without hearing anything behind him, Michael breathed a sigh of relief. Good thing he didn't try to sneak up on me. He shook his head and returned to his group, saying regretfully,
"You've wasted your one chance to kill me. Since you don't intend to hand over the World Item either, you can stay here with it."
As soon as Michael finished speaking, Gabriel and the other two rushed forward to seize Mu Fengyu. Seeing this, Siyou Qilong, who had been hiding outside the door, immediately ran over, trying to help shield him.
Mu Fengyu instantly reverted to his first form and took out a defensive item, protecting them both inside it. He gave Gabriel and the other two charging toward them a cold glance, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
A flicker of surprise crossed Michael's eyes, but he quickly hid it.
He wasn't in a hurry. After all, he had the absolute advantage in his stronghold. He waved a hand, signaling the others to go help and take the two of them down.
The angels behind him drew all kinds of weapons and passed by. Just as Michael was gloating,
Shnk! A dagger thrust out from behind him. Gabriel leaned close to his ear and whispered,
"Sorry for the trouble, President. Boss Mu Fengyu paid a lot to have you killed."
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