"No, you don't feel sorry. You don't feel sorry at all." Anna looked at him, his eyes full of disappointment, "You have no feelings, you are just obeying orders. Just like me before."
Uriel clicked his tongue impatiently and roared at Anna, "Stop talking nonsense. Kneel down."
Anna took a deep breath, looked at Dean, leaned over and kissed him.
Castiel pulled out Angel Blade from his waist without expression, the blade shone coldly in the moonlight, and slowly raised it. Uriel stood aside with a sneer on his face, waiting to see the scene where Anna's head was missing.
Bai Haorui's eyes were fixed on the Grace bottle around Uriel's neck. His mind was running rapidly, thinking silently in his heart: We can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, Anna will It's dead. Uriel and Castiel are now fully focused on Anna. This is the only chance. Grace must be snatched away, otherwise we really have no chance of winning.
Just when Castiel and Uriel were about to launch an attack, Bai Haorui moved.
He exerted force under his feet and stepped out Seven Star Steps. His figure instantly turned into a golden afterimage. The mahogany sword was wrapped in the purple flame Pure Yang True Fire that was compressed to the extreme, and he stabbed hard at the Grace bottle on Uriel's neck. At the same time, his left hand Quickly forming seals and chanting the mantra "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art", all the runes on the ground lit up instantly. Countless fire ropes condensed by True Fire sprang out from the ground, entangled Castiel's hands and feet like poisonous snakes, and tightened instantly, temporarily trapping his movements.
Uriel's pupils suddenly shrunk, he roared and ducked sideways, the Angel Blade on his waist was instantly unsheathed, and with the majestic holy light, he struck at Bai Haorui's head. He did not expect that in such a certain death situation, this mortal would dare to take the lead, let alone that the opponent's speed would be so fast.
Bai Haorui had already predicted it, and the peach wood sword blocked with a backhand, and the sword body collided with Angel Blade fiercely. A deafening metal collision sound sounded, Pure Yang True Fire and the angel's holy light exploded instantly, and the air wave swept through the entire barn. The surrounding wheat straw was instantly ignited, and the entire barn shook violently.
Uriel was completely angered. The shame of being almost killed by Bai Haorui last time came to his heart instantly. He could no longer care about Anna, and the holy light around him exploded without reservation. When it was released, the wooden boards of the entire barn began to sizzle, and countless rays of holy light condensed into sharp blades and shot towards Bai Haorui overwhelmingly. Each ray carried the power that could instantly tear apart the soul, blocking all his escape routes.
Bai Haorui's eyes did not change, and he chanted the mantra quickly in his mouth. "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" was operating to the extreme, and Pure Yang True Fire in the Dantian continued to pour out. The peach wood sword rotated rapidly in front of him, drawing a perfect circular trajectory. True Fire spread along the trajectory, condensing into a thick flame shield in front of him, blocking all the holy light blades.
The holy light blades hit the flame shield one after another, making a sizzling sound, and continued to melt into Pure Yang True Fire. Uriel The majestic angelic power gradually appeared on the flame shield one after another. Fine cracks appeared, Bai Haorui's arm began to tremble slightly, and blood oozed from the tiger's mouth. The golden blood blended with True Fire, making the shield's light shine a little brighter.
"You damn heretic! I will drive your soul to pieces today!" Uriel roared, and his figure disappeared instantly. Angel Blade stabbed Bai Haorui from behind with the power to destroy the world, locking his heart. Even the air was torn apart by this force, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.
Bai Haorui's Spiritual Sense had long been firmly locked on his aura, and even if the opponent hid his figure, he could not escape his perception. He threw his body forward suddenly, barely avoiding the fatal blow, and at the same time made a backhand sword with his right hand, Pure Yang True Fire spread along the sword body and slashed hard towards Uriel's lower abdomen.
Uriel's lower abdomen was opened with a bone-deep cut by the sword blade, and Pure Yang True Fire poured into his body instantly. He let out a shrill scream, slapped Bai Haorui's back with his backhand, and the majestic angelic power exploded instantly.
Bai Haorui was slapped and staggered forward a few steps, and a mouthful of golden blood spurted out. He did not stop, but with the force of the forward thrust, he flipped his body in the air, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and poured all his strength into his right leg. His right foot was wrapped with burning Pure Yang True Fire, and he kicked hard on the Grace bottle that Uriel was carrying.
With a crisp "clang" sound, the small glass bottle containing Grace flew out from Uriel's neck, drew a blue arc in the air, and landed not far from Anna.
Uriel looked at the flying Grace bottle, his eyes were red, and he was completely crazy. He could no longer care about Bai Haorui, roared and rushed towards Anna, trying to snatch back Grace, which was his only bargaining chip to control Anna and complete Heaven's order.
But as soon as he took two steps, Bai Haorui ducked out of the way and blocked his way with his body.
Bai Haorui holds the sword in one hand, pointing the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground. The red-gold True Fire all over his body is burning, and the golden blood drips down the arm, burning out small pits. It is like an insurmountable mountain, blocking Uriel and Anna.
"Want to go there?" Bai Haorui's voice was hoarse, but with a biting chill, and he said coldly to Uriel, "Kneel down and beg me."
Uriel looked at him, the murderous intent in his eyes almost overflowing. He roared angrily and rushed towards Bai Haorui again. Angel Blade struck out with deadly attacks, all of them rushing to take his life. Every sword was carrying the holy light that would destroy the world, and he wanted to tear him to pieces completely.
Bai Haorui gripped the mahogany sword tightly and faced him.
The two started a brutal close-quarters hand-to-hand combat in the small barn.
Uriel's Angel Blade was as fast as lightning, and every chop was filled with majestic angelic power. The moves were directed at Bai Haorui's vital points, including the heart, throat, and between the eyebrows, leaving nothing behind. He hated this mortal who ruined his plan, and just wanted to crush him to ashes.
Bai Haorui stepped on Seven Star Steps and moved around, bringing the realm of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" Bone Refinement into Steel to the extreme. His physical strength His strength was not inferior to that of an angel, and his reaction speed was extremely fast. The peach wood sword seemed to come alive in his hands, chopping, stabbing, lifting, and sweeping. Each sword accurately blocked Uriel's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The crisp sound of metal collision was endless, True Fire and the Holy Light exploded again and again. The air waves caused the surrounding wheat straw to fly in the sky, the wooden boards of the barn continued to shatter, and the entire building was crumbling.
Both of them were furious, and there were more and more wounds on their bodies.
Uriel's chest, lower abdomen, and shoulders were all covered with wounds opened by the mahogany sword. The golden angel's blood soaked into the black windbreaker. Pure Yang True Fire continued to burn in the wounds, completely incapacitating his self-healing ability. Every move he made was filled with heartbreaking pain.
Bai Haorui was not having a good time either. His left arm was cut open by Angel Blade with a bone-deep gash, and his chest and back were all covered with traces of burns from the holy light. Blood was dripping down his clothes, and the muscles all over his body were twitching. His meridians were aching from the shock of the angel's power. However, the hand holding the sword was still steady without any shaking, and he did not even take a step back.
One mistake and it's death.
Uriel slashed horizontally, Bai Haorui lowered his head to dodge, and the mahogany sword stabbed forward, directly towards Uriel's throat. Uriel dodged sideways, but the sword The blade still cut through his neck, and blood poured out instantly. He roared angrily, struck Bai Haorui's left shoulder with a backhand sword, and Angel Blade was instantly embedded in Bones.
Bai Haorui grunted, instead of retreating, he took a step forward suddenly, made a fist with his left hand, concentrated all the Pure Yang True Fire in his body into the fist, and hit Uriel hard on the chest.
Pure Yang True Fire, which was compressed to the extreme, instantly poured into Uriel's body and exploded completely. Uriel let out a scream, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string. It hit the wooden wall of the barn hard and couldn't get up for a long time.
Bai Haorui also staggered back a few steps, holding his mahogany sword on the ground, barely not falling down. Golden blood kept pouring out of the wound on his left shoulder, and all the strength in his body was almost drained, but his eyes were still fixed on Uriel to prevent him from sudden violence.
At this moment, another side door of the barn was slammed open, and Ruby, who was covered in blood, was thrown in, fell heavily on the straw, and fainted. Alastair led a dozen black-clothed demons and turned into black smoke and poured into the barn, instantly filling the entire space. The air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, and the temperature dropped by several degrees.
Alastair stood at the front of the demon group, still playing with the silver razor in his hand, with a cheerful smile on his face, looking at the chaotic scene in the barn, like watching a wonderful drama.
"Oh my, my angels, they are so good." Alastair smiled and glanced at Uriel and Castiel, "I was just thinking about meeting you two little guys. It's really hard to find anywhere, and it takes no effort at all."
Uriel got up from the ground, clutching the wound on his chest, and turned to look at Alastair: "Devil scum. This has nothing to do with you. Go back to your Hell."
"Oh, no, it doesn't matter." Alastair spread his hands, his smile full of cruelty, "This fallen angel is mine."
At this moment, Castiel, who was trapped by the match rope, finally broke free. He raised his hand and a dazzling white light lit up, and the power of purification exploded instantly, hitting Alastair hard. "Get out, or I will purify you where you stand."
Alastair looked at the white light coming towards his face and suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he seemed to have heard a big joke, "Oh, you think you can? Come on and try."
He stood there without moving. The purifying power of Castiel fell on him, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any effect. It didn't even stir the corners of his suit.
The whole barn fell silent for an instant.
Everyone was stunned, including Castiel himself. He looked at his palms with disbelief in his eyes. This was the first time he had encountered a demon that was completely immune to the angel's purifying power.
Alastair sneered, raised his hand, and a suffocating dark force burst out instantly, nailing Castiel to the wooden wall of the barn, making him unable to move. Angel Blade fell from his hand and fell to the ground.
"That's all you have?" Alastair smiled sarcastically, "Heaven little guys, each generation is really inferior to the last."
Uriel looked at Castiel who was nailed to the wall, and then at Alastair who had a joking look on his face. He roared angrily, and rushed towards Alastair with Angel Blade in hand.
Alastair looked at Uriel, who was rushing over. The smile on his face remained unchanged. He waved the razor in his hand and blocked Uriel's Angel Blade. The two of them fought together instantly, and the power of holy light and darkness collided crazily.
Several angel followers and the demons brought by Alastair also fought instantly. White light and black smoke intertwined in the barn, and the sounds of fighting, screams, and wood breaking were all mixed together, completely falling into chaos. The angel's holy light purified the demon, and the demon's black magic tore the angel apart. Both sides were so furious that they couldn't care less about the Dean people next to them.
In the chaos, Anna saw the opportunity, picked up the small glass bottle on the ground, unscrewed the cap, and inhaled all the dazzling blue light inside - her Grace - into her body.
In an instant, a dazzling blue light burst out from Anna's body, sweeping through the entire barn like a tsunami, carrying the pure and majestic power of the angel. Alastair was hit head-on by the strong light, and disappeared without a trace along with the blue light. The remaining demons and angels were forced back by the strong light, stopped fighting one after another, and looked at Anna in the field in horror.
Uriel and Castiel looked at Anna, who was exuding angelic light, their faces full of solemnity, and they did not dare to take another step forward. They could clearly feel that the power in Anna's body had returned to its peak, and was even stronger than before.
"Anna..." Uriel's voice was trembling, and it no longer had the arrogance it had before.
Anna looked at him with cold eyes, and with the majesty of an archangel, he said word by word, "Next time you come to me, you'd better bring an army. Tell your current superiors what I said."
Uriel opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything. He glanced at Bai Haorui, then at Castiel beside him, but in the end he didn't dare to stay any longer.
Anna took one last look at Dean, her eyes full of complex emotions, including gratitude, reluctance, and tenderness. Behind her, a pair of huge angel wings emitting blue light spread out, blocking out the sky and the sun, and the entire barn was filled with blue light. Immediately, she turned into a ray of blue light, broke through the roof of the barn, and disappeared into the night sky.
Uriel and Castiel looked at each other, turned into two white lights, and disappeared instantly.
Peace finally returned to the barn, leaving only the messy straw, broken wood and blood stains on the floor. The burning wooden boards were still smoking, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, sulfur and blood.
Dean, Sam and Ruby, who had just woken up, were standing there. They had not recovered from the chaos just now, and their faces were full of shock.
Bai Haorui The mahogany sword was propped on the ground, with blood oozing from the wounds all over his body, and he was gasping for air. The operation of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" had reached its limit, and the meridians were aching faintly.
"What happened just now?" Dean was the first to come back to his senses, looking at the empty barn door, his voice still a little waggish.
"It's my plan." Sam looked at him, took a deep breath, and finally said it.
"What?" Dean turned his head and looked at him, his eyes full of doubts.
"I asked Ruby to find Alastair." Sam looked at him and said word by word, "I know they will definitely fight. This is the only way to get Grace back."
Ruby wiped the blood from his face, leaned against the pillar, and added weakly, "Let me make it clear that being tortured is not my favorite part of this plan."
Dean was stunned for a few seconds and then reacted. "You should have told me!"
"You won't agree. You won't take this risk." Sam looked at him with a calm tone.
"Yeah, of course I won't fucking agree!" Dean's voice became louder and louder, and he was shaking with anger, "You almost killed us all! Do you know who Alastair is? Do you know that we almost all died here just now?!"
"But the plan was successful." Sam looked at him, still very calm, "Anna is safe, and we are alive."
Dean looked at him, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing. He shook his head, turned around, opened the barn door, walked out, and disappeared into the night.
Sam looked at his back and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't shout.
Bai Haorui looked at Dean's back and sighed lightly.
Daybreak was coming, and the sky was turning white. The pale golden morning light pierced the darkness and shone on the empty interstate highway.
Impala was parked on the side of the road, Dean was leaning on the front of the car, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, drinking sip after sip, his eyes staring blankly at the distant horizon, his back full of inexorable exhaustion and pain.
Bai Haorui was leaning on the back seat, adjusting his breath with his eyes closed, running "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art", and using Pure Yang True Fire to repair the damaged meridians and wounds. After a night of adjusting his breath, most of his injuries were healed, but the feeling of weakness was still severe.
Sam got off the car, holding two new bottles of beer in his hand, walked up to Dean, and handed one of the bottles to him.
Dean didn't answer or look at him, he just drank the wine in his hand.
"Dean. I'm sorry, I didn't tell you." Sam's voice was soft and apologetic, "But this is really the only way."
Dean finally turned his head, glanced at him, took a big sip of beer, and said in a terrifyingly calm tone, "It's okay."
"No, there's something wrong." Sam looked at him with an urgent tone, "You are very angry. And you have been hiding something."
Dean was silent for a long time, drank all the beer in his hand, and squeezed the empty bottle in his hand so hard that his knuckles turned white. The morning breeze blew through his hair with a coolness, and he finally spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.
"I really wish I couldn't feel anything, Sam. I really wish I couldn't feel anything."
Sam's heart tightened instantly. He looked at Dean and asked softly, "Dean... What happened in Hell?"
"You don't want to know." Dean shook his head, his eyes full of pain and self-loathing.
"No, I want to know." Sam looked at him with a firm tone, "No matter what it is, I want to know. Dean, we are brothers, you don't have to carry it alone."
Dean looked at him, was silent for a long time, and finally spoke again. The trembling in his voice became more and more obvious. The darkest secrets that had been hidden in his heart for four months were finally revealed in the dawn light.
"They cut me, scratched me, and tore me apart in ways you can't even imagine... until I had nothing left." Dean's voice was very soft, but it was like knives piercing Sam's heart. "Then suddenly, I would recover intact, like magic. Just so that they could start over, torturing me over and over again."
He paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Alastair, at the end of every day, every day, he would come up to me and give me a chance. As long as I was willing to put other souls on the rack, as long as I was willing to start torturing others, he would put me down from the rack. Every day, I told him to get out. For thirty years, I rejected him."
"Dean...Dean, listen to me, you have lasted for thirty years." Sam's eyes turned red instantly, and his voice was trembling, "No one else could have lasted this long. You are already very brave, you..."
"But I couldn't hold it in the end, Sam." Dean interrupted him, tears falling down his face uncontrollably, "I couldn't hold it anymore. Then I walked down from the torture rack, God saved me, I not only walked down, I also started to tear those souls apart. I can't even remember how many souls I killed. I can't remember what I did to them."
"Dean..." Sam's voice was choked with sobs. He had never seen Dean like this. This brother who was always cynical, always kept the pain in his heart, and always carried everything like a tough guy, was like a helpless child at the moment, his whole body was shaking.
"You think I'm strong? You think I'm brave?" Dean looked at him and smiled self-deprecatingly, tears falling down his cheeks, "I'm broken, Sam. I'm completely broken. And what's the worst thing? I actually still enjoy it a little bit. I enjoy that feeling."
He looked at Sam and said word by word, his voice full of despair. "This is what they want, this is why they rescued me. Because I broke the first seal. When I got off the torture rack and picked up the knife, I had already opened Apocalypse."
As soon as the words fell, Dean's voice collapsed completely, and tears fell uncontrollably. This man who had just lived his whole life finally took off all the disguises and armors in the dawn light, revealing his most vulnerable side.
Sam took a step forward, reached out and hugged him tightly.
Dean did not push away and allowed himself to lean on his brother's shoulders, taking off the heavy shackles from Hell that he had been carrying on his body for four months.
The morning sun rose slowly, and the golden sunshine filled the entire road. Impala stopped on the side of the road, and the figures of the two brothers embracing each other were stretched very long by the morning light.
In the back seat of the car, Bai Haorui leaned against the window, looking at the rising sun outside. He sighed softly, and Five Emperor Coins moved slowly on his fingertips.