The Backstab of Justice

The Old Testament once described the angels beside the Lord in great detail, dividing them into three tiers and nine orders, with three supreme angels at the top.

The Cherub has four wings—two spread and two covering its body—and four heads: human, ox, lion, and eagle. It has human legs with ox hooves, and its primary duty is to carry the Lord's throne and drive the Lord's chariot.

The Throne is wingless, resembling four wheels nested together, each with hubs, spokes, and eyes covering its surface. It often stands in attendance beside the Lord.

The Seraph is a six-winged angel, with two wings covering its head, two covering its feet, and two spread wide. Its entire body is covered in burning flames and eyes, and it can communicate directly with the Lord.

Legend has it that angels often appear terrifying to scare away demons, while demons often appear charming and sinister to bewitch humanity.

The first words an angel speaks to a human are often, "Do not be afraid, my child," as their kind voices and gentle gazes soothe the fear in a human's heart.

Based on these biblical depictions, Michael created three supreme-tier angels: a six-winged Seraph to guard the stronghold's core, a four-winged Cherub to protect the guild's weapons, and a wingless Throne to watch over the treasure vault.

Mu Fengyu glared at the Seraph before him, tossing several resurrection items to Siyou Qilong.

"Little Siyou, take these items and hide over there. I need to get serious now."

"Oh, oh, oh, be careful, Captain."

After Siyou Qilong took the items and hid, Mu Fengyu took a deep breath. His body gradually withered, as if the power within him were being drained by some mysterious force.

As he lowered his head, a crisp "crack" echoed from his back. A sharp claw pierced through his spine, gradually tearing his body open as it crawled out.

The sharp, double claws seemed capable of rending anything, his muscular legs possessed immense explosive power, his entire body was covered in a layer of sturdy scales, and dragonfly-like wings sprouted from his back, light yet resilient.

This was Mu Fengyu's second form: Life-Sacrifice Mode, where he discarded the bonuses from his equipment to fight purely based on his base stats.

Mu Fengyu flapped his wings, his body shooting toward the Seraph like an arrow. His claws glinted with a cold light, each swing seemingly tearing the air apart.

The Seraph did not dare to underestimate him, quickly flapping its wings to block the attack while gathering holy flames in its eyes to strike back.

Mu Fengyu did not dodge or evade; he took the hit head-on. Enduring the weakness damage, he forcibly tore off the Seraph's wings, baring his teeth as he spoke.

"That one actually hurt. Time to get serious."

Mu Fengyu's HP had dropped by a third, while the Seraph's remained at about seventy percent. He casually drank a buff potion and charged at it again.

The two tumbled through the air, each collision triggering astonishing energy fluctuations. The Seraph's wings carried scorching flames, while Mu Fengyu's claws seemed capable of cutting through everything. Their battle grew increasingly intense.

The fight lasted for a long time, and the Seraph gradually felt overwhelmed. It had to admit that Mu Fengyu's second form was truly formidable, and the lower his HP dropped, the greater his speed and strength became.

By now, the Seraph could no longer keep up with the rhythm of Mu Fengyu's attacks. Even though it had cast a fire-attribute shield on itself, it could not block Mu Fengyu's strikes, and every hit dealt significant damage to the Seraph.

The meeting inside the stronghold was nearing its end. The crowd was in high spirits, with cheers erupting one after another. Michael stood solemnly, holding the [Heaven-Supporting God] high. His voice was loud and majestic, echoing in every corner of the conference room.

"Let this witness our eternal oath as angels: to guard this sacred land until the very last moment."

Michael's words were filled with conviction and faith, as if even heaven and earth were moved by them. His gaze swept over every angel present, his eyes flashing with unquestionable brilliance.

As Michael finished speaking, even louder cheers erupted in the room. Yet, no one wondered what the moles were cheering for—whether it was the impending doom of their own guild, or the chance to perform in front of their boss.

Boom! A giant eyeball violently shattered the main gate, crashing through several stone pillars without losing momentum. A sharp claw gripped the edge of the breach as it stepped inside, followed by a square robot poking its head in to look around.

"Hello, everyone still in a meeting? Mind if I join in?"

Michael squinted at the intruder. To be able to bring a level-sixty weakling here, while carrying a world-class protection buff, and without the guild's alarm system reacting at all—

He instantly considered countless possibilities. Excluding the chance that the world-class item the intruder held could mask his presence, there had to be a traitor within his guild. Furthermore, this traitor could not be of low status, or they could not have easily disabled the defense system.

The expression on Michael's face turned icy. He stared fixedly at the uninvited guest, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. Deal with the intruder first, then handle the traitor inside, he thought.

He led a group of angels as they slowly descended to the ground. Looking at Mu Fengyu, whose HP was low, Michael stood before him and mocked, "I suppose you must be the Nine-Man Suicide Subgroup's Mu Fengyu. To reach me on your own, I acknowledge your courage."

"I return the words I spoke when I first obtained the [Heaven-Supporting God] to you: leave the world-class item, and you may leave here alive."

Mu Fengyu leaned his face close to Michael's and sneered.

"And if I say no? Since I came right up to you in broad daylight, aren't you afraid I'll use you to threaten them?"

Michael turned his back to him, leaving himself exposed, and spread his arms with disdain.

"This is my territory. Even if I die, I lose nothing. It just depends on whether you have the guts."

Mu Fengyu narrowed his eyes. He could see that Michael's confidence was not unfounded; within this stronghold, Michael truly held absolute control.

Seeing no movement behind him for a long time, Michael breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully, no sneak attack. He shook his head, returned to his team, and said with regret, "You missed your only chance to kill me. It seems you don't intend to hand over the world-class item either. Then, you can stay here along with it."

As soon as Michael finished speaking, Gabriel and two others took the lead, preparing to take Mu Fengyu down. Siyou Qilong, hiding outside the door, saw this and immediately ran to his side, trying to shield him.

Mu Fengyu instantly reverted to his first form and immediately pulled out a defensive item, shielding them both. He cast a cold, mocking glance at the three charging toward him, a sneer curling his lips.

Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed Michael's eyes, but he quickly masked it.

He was not in a hurry; after all, he held the absolute advantage within the stronghold. He waved his hand, signaling the others to go up and help take the two of them down.

The angels behind him drew various weapons and passed by his side. Just as Michael was feeling smug,

Squelch. A dagger pierced out from behind him. Gabriel leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Sorry, Guild Leader. Boss Mu Fengyu paid a high price for your death."