The Angels' moves were often nothing special. As the most powerful Fallen Angel, Lucifer had only ever needed to flap his wings to accelerate, then charge into the enemy ranks with a thrust. After that, all it took was New Year's Greeting Swordplay.
His unmatched power, mind-stealing beauty, and the aura of Hell surrounding him meant he had no need for complicated fighting techniques.
So Su Ming and the others only saw that utterly ordinary Salted Fish Thrust. They did not even know how to describe the move, which looked somewhat clumsy without wings to propel it. Yet that single sword strike hit the enemy, skewering the giant maggot like a meat kebab.
Maze's sword was like a living thing. Its writhing flesh immediately began devouring the black flesh around the wound. At that moment, the baby's face began to cry and scream, producing a piercing sound.
"Waaah!!!"
The cry was too shrill. The last time Su Ming had heard something similar was when they encountered a Shoggoth. Even though everyone had protected their brains with Tenth Metal, the noise still passed through their eardrums, forcing them all to stagger back and shake their heads to dispel the dizziness.
"Shut up!"
Hela covered her ears. Her complexion had already been pale, but after hearing that scream, even the last trace of color seemed to drain from half her face.
Carol said nothing, because she had pressed the Orange Cat over her ears like a scarf, leaving her completely unaffected.
Su Ming ignored them. He was studying Lucifer's technique. On the surface, it had looked like an ordinary thrust, but through the omnipresent darkness, he sensed that it had nearly been a collision between concepts from two different worlds.
Perhaps it was a home-field advantage, or perhaps there was a difference