The dead silence didn't last long, and John's shout suddenly came from the storage room, a little panicked. "Hey! Come and take a look! These runes... have all disappeared! And Holy Oil, they are all empty!"
Everyone's heart sank and they immediately went to the storage room.
Just as he walked to the door, a cold voice suddenly came from the direction of the living room.
"Hello."
The sound was not loud, but it hit everyone's heart like ice particles.
Everyone turned around suddenly.
In the center of the living room, a black man stood at some point. He was wearing a black suit, tall, with cold features, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He was surrounded by faint fluctuations of holy light. He stood there like a piece of ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and even the surrounding air had cooled down.
"Uriel." Bai Haorui recognized this powerful warrior among the angels at a glance. He took a step forward, protected Dean and others behind him, and quietly held the peach wood sword in his hand.
"Run!" Dean shouted.
Chaos broke out instantly.
Uriel raised his hand, and a wave of milky white holy light swept over. Dean, with quick eyes and quick hands, pushed Mary away from him. He was swept by the aftermath of the holy light and hit the wall hard, groaning.
John wanted to rush forward to help, but Uriel waved his hand, and a ray of holy light hit his shoulder. He flew out, fell to the ground, tilted his head, and fainted.
"John!" Mary exclaimed and wanted to rush over, but was forced back by another ray of holy light.
Sam took out the dagger, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.
Uriel pinched him with his backhand, grabbed his neck, and flicked him, Sam slammed him to the ground. His chest felt tight and he couldn't get up for a long time.
Anna walked out of the shadows. She walked step by step towards Sam who was lying on the ground, her eyes were cold and there was no hesitation.
"I'm sorry." She said softly, raised her hand, and a dazzling white light condensed in her palm, and she was about to press it on Sam's chest.
At this moment, a purple-gold figure stood in front of Sam.
Bai Haorui quickly formed the character "Dou" on his left hand and shouted in his mouth, "Nine-Syllable Mantra·Dou! King Kong Body Protection!"
With a "buzz" sound, the purple-gold True Gang shield instantly opened up, like a translucent shield, just in time to catch the oncoming wave of holy light from Uriel.
"Bang!"
The loud noise shook the entire wooden house. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the shield. Bai Haorui took half a step back and stood firm.
Uriel has the strongest combat power among the angels.
"Dean, go protect John and Mary!" Bai Haorui shouted without looking back. He swung the mahogany sword, and the golden light on the sword surged, "Leave these two to me."
Before he finished speaking, he stepped on Seven Stars Gang Steps, his body swayed, and he faced Anna and Uriel at the same time.
To deal with the tyrannical Uriel with fierce moves, Bai Haorui took a gentle approach. Uriel condensed the holy light blade with both hands and slashed it down with a huge force. Bai Haorui did not take a hard hit. Gang Steps turned his feet and dodged sideways. At the same time, the spine of the peach wood sword slid against the side of the holy light blade.
Following the force of the opponent's chop, he gently turned his wrist, and with a gentle movement, he diverted Uriel's holy light blade in the wrong direction.
At the same time, he flicked his fingertips, and a wisp of condensed Pure Yang True Fire shot out from his fingertips, like a red-hot needle, directly hitting Uriel's heart.
Uriel's expression changed, and he had to retreat and defend himself. The holy light formed a shield in front of him. True Fire hit the shield with a "sizzling" sound and burned out a small scorch mark. Uriel felt a heat in his heart, and his holy power was stagnant for a moment.
To deal with Anna, who has erratic movement and is good at teleportation and sneak attacks, Bai Haorui directly uses Five Emperor Coins.
He flicked his left hand, and five Five Emperor Coins flew out of his sleeve, spinning rapidly in the air and forming Five Elements Cage Formation.
Pale golden light chains extended from the copper coins and criss-crossed, sealing all teleportation spaces around Anna.
Anna was about to teleport behind Bai Haorui when she bumped into the light chain. The golden light chain tightened instantly, like a red-hot iron chain, which made her scream in agony and was thrown back.
"Want to run? First ask me if my formation will answer." Bai Haorui sneered, and the mahogany sword danced with sword flowers.
The purple-gold Pure Yang True Fire spread from the sword body and turned into a half-circle wall of fire, enclosing both Anna and Uriel inside.
The temperature of the fire wall was extremely high, and even the air was burned and distorted.
Anna and Uriel teamed up and hit the wall of fire one after another with holy light, but only scattered sparks and could not be broken at all.
The two looked at each other and exerted their strength at the same time. The two holy lights merged together and blasted towards the front of Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui did not dodge or evade, True Gang was running around his body, and the protective shield Gang Qi formed a translucent shield on the surface of the body. The holy light hit the shield, and he used his skill to remove most of it, and the remaining aftermath could not hurt him at all.
After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Anna and Uriel not only did not gain any advantage, but were burned in several places by Pure Yang True Fire. Their holy power was severely depleted, and they even breathed heavily.
"How can a mere human being be so strong!" Uriel was shocked and angry, and roared, and the holy power in his body surged.
Bai Haorui sneered, and the power of the sword suddenly became fierce. He poured all the True Gang in his Dantian into the mahogany sword, and Pure Yang True Fire also pushed it to the extreme. A golden Fire Dragon Sword Qi that was ten feet long struck out from the tip of the sword, carrying a scorching wave of air, roaring towards the two of them.
Anna and Uriel's expressions changed greatly, and they ducked sideways at the same time.
"Boom!"
Fire Dragon Sword Qi hit the wall behind them hard, burning a big hole directly, causing sawdust and bricks to fly. The night wind outside poured in, making the flames roar.
Uriel knows that fighting alone, the two of them combined are no match for Bai Haorui.
He gritted his teeth and immediately called for reinforcements in Angel Radio.
Within ten seconds, three white lights flashed. Three angels in suits appeared in the living room, surrounded by strong fluctuations of holy light.
Five angels stood in a fan shape, surrounding Bai Haorui in the center. The five holy light auras intertwined together, forming a heavy pressure that made the entire wooden house creak.
Bai Haorui's face turned slightly solemn. With two angels, he could easily deal with it; with five mid-level and high-level angels teaming up, it would be a bit tricky.
He immediately stopped his offensive, quickly formed the word "formation" with his left hand, and shouted, "Bagua Trapping Formation, get up!"
The Bagua Trapping Formation that had been placed around the living room shrank instantly, and eight golden talismans floated up from the ground, forming an airtight defensive circle around him. At the same time, the peach wood sword in his right hand was erected in front of his chest, "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" was operating at full strength, and Pure Yang True Fire condensed into a pale golden fire lotus on his body, slowly rotating.
"Attack!" Uriel roared.
Five angels took action at the same time, and five rays of milky white holy light gathered together to form a thick beam of light, which hit Bagua Trapping Formation's talisman chain hard.
"Boom--!!"
There was a loud noise like the earth was shattering, the entire safe house shook violently, and dense lines cracked on the walls.
Bai Haorui groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. The first impact consumed 20% of his True Gang.
But he didn't even take a step back.
Behind him are John who fainted, Dean, Sam and Mary. If he takes a step back, these people will be in danger. So he must stay here and cannot take a step back.
Next, there were rounds of bombings. Five rays of holy light came down one after another, each time more violent than the last. The cracks on the talisman chain became more and more dense, and the light of the body-protecting fire lotus on the body became dimmer and dimmer.
Bai Haorui gritted his teeth, the True Gang in the dantian was running wildly, and the Lotus Seal between the eyebrows was so bright that it was dazzling.
Pure Power of Faith continuously pours out from Lotus Seal and blends into True Gang, replenishing the consumed real energy.
The technique of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" circulates in the meridians at high speed, squeezing every ounce of strength from the body every week.
His arms were shaking, the hand holding the sword was getting heavier and heavier, and the sweetness in his throat was rising up one after another.
Seventy percent. True Gang has consumed seventy percent.
"Click--"
There was a crisp sound, and Bagua Trapping Formation's talisman finally could no longer hold on. Starting from the very middle, it broke inch by inch. The golden fragments were scattered on the ground like broken glass and disappeared into the air.
Uriel laughed ferociously, condensed a condensed holy light blade with both hands, jumped up, and struck Bai Haorui directly in the heart.
Bai Haorui held on to his dizzy head and tried his best to duck sideways.
The holy light blade scraped across his shoulder, scorching the fabric of the combat uniform, leaving a wound on the skin, and the burning pain spread instantly.
He staggered back two steps and leaned heavily against the wall. He leaned on the mahogany sword on the ground and barely managed to hold himself up. The blood from the corner of his mouth couldn't stop flowing down, dripping on the skirt of his clothes, blooming into dark flowers.
It was during this gap that Anna bypassed him and walked in front of Sam.
She looked down at Sam, who was lying on the ground, with complicated eyes, but she did not stop. She raised her hand, and the white light in her palm was so bright that she pressed it on Sam's chest.
"No--!!"
Dean roared with red eyes and wanted to rush over, but was pinned to the spot by Uriel with a blast of holy light, unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the white light exploded, Sam's body twitched, and then became completely motionless.
In the air, only the desperate roar of Dean and the whistling of the wind blowing through the holes in the wall were left.
Anna killed Sam, turned around, and walked step by step towards Mary, who was slumped against the wall. She raised her hand, and the holy light lit up again - she wanted to eradicate the root and completely eliminate the possibility of Lucifer's container.
Mary leaned against the wall and looked at Anna walking over. There was fear in his eyes, but he did not beg for mercy.
Just when Anna's hand was about to fall--
John, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly moved.
He stood up slowly.
The soft but majestic white light slowly lingered from his body, not dazzling, but with a suffocating sense of oppression. He raised his head, his eyes were no longer the ignorance and confusion of a mortal, but the indifference and majesty that spanned thousands of years, like a high-ranking god, overlooking the ants.
"Michael..."
Uriel's face changed instantly, and with unconcealable horror, he staggered back, even his voice was trembling.
Anna's body froze, as if it was nailed to the spot.
She wanted to escape, but her body refused to obey her orders at all. Under the terrifying pressure, she couldn't even move her fingers.
Michael's voice was very calm, without a trace of ripples, as if he was saying something trivial, "I'll punish you."
He raised his hand.
Uriel didn't even let out a scream. His body instantly turned into a ball of fly ash and dissipated into the air, leaving not even a trace.
Then, he looked at Anna.
White light enveloped Anna's body, and she let out a shrill scream, her voice full of pain and despair.
In just a few seconds, the screams suddenly stopped.
Anna's body was completely burned to ashes and scattered in the wind, as if it had never existed.
After solving the two traitors, Michael's eyes slowly turned to Bai Haorui by the wall.
Bai Haorui was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving violently, and blood was still oozing from the wound on his shoulder. But he did not hide, nor was he afraid.
He has seen the dark pressure of Lucifer. Although the power of order of Michael is strong, it does not make him even lack the courage to resist.
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging Qi and blood. Less than 30% of the True Gang left in his Dantian was forcibly activated by him. The Lotus Seal between his eyebrows flashed crazily, and Power of Faith rushed into the meridians desperately.
The peach wood sword let out a soft cry. Bai Haorui gripped the hilt tightly, dragged his injured body, stepped on Gang Steps, and rushed towards Michael.
On the sword, Pure Yang True Fire burned fiercely and turned into a golden fire dragon. With all his strength, it went straight to Michael's heart. This sword condensed all of his Middle Stage of Refining Qi into Gang cultivation.
Michael looked at Bai Haorui, who was rushing over. There was no wave in his eyes, as if he was looking at a moth fluttering into the flames.
He raised his hand slightly, and a ray of milky white holy light was blocked in front of him.
"Boom!"
Fire Dragon Sword Qi hit the holy light barrier and exploded instantly.
Golden firelight splashed everywhere, but it did not even break through the surface of the barrier. A huge repulsive force came, and Bai Haorui let out a muffled groan. He flew backwards and hit the wall hard. A large mouthful of blood welled up in his throat and spurted out.
The mahogany sword fell from his hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp "clang" sound.
He tried to stand up by holding on to the ground, but his arms were weak and he couldn't use any strength at all. But he still gritted his teeth and moved his eyebrows Lotus Seal, trying to gather strength again.
Michael frowned slightly, seeming a little surprised by his stubbornness.
His fingertips moved slightly, and a condensed holy light shot over, hitting Bai Haorui's Dantian accurately.
"Uh--!"
Bai Haorui let out a muffled groan and felt a sharp pain in his Dantian. True Gang, which was still functioning, suddenly seemed to be frozen and motionless as if it was sealed by a layer of ice. The power in the meridians receded like a tide, and even the Lotus Seal between the eyebrows dimmed.
His vision went dark, and he could no longer hold on. He tilted his head and passed out completely.
Michael took back his hand and said in a calm tone, with no emotion at all. "It's a pity, it's still too weak."
Dean collapsed on the ground, looking at the motionless Sam. His heart felt like it was being torn apart, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He raised his head and stared at John who was possessed by Michael. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper. "What did you do to my dad? Save Sam first."
"Let's talk first." Michael's voice was so calm that there was no fluctuation. "After we finish talking, I will save him."
"What are you talking about?" Dean gritted his teeth.
"Talk about fate." Michael took two steps forward and looked at him condescendingly, "Why do you think you are here? Do you think the births of you and Sam, and the encounters between John and Mary, are all coincidences?"
"Starting from Cain and Abel, the blood of the Winchester family is prepared for containers. You are my truly perfect container, but you are not the only one. The same blood flows in John's body and can be used as well."
Dean frowned, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction. "So what? I won't agree to it. I won't be your container."
"You will." Michael's tone was very determined, with a kind of indifference that understood everything, "This is all father's plan. Millions of coincidences, all arranged. Free will? That is just a human illusion. You will definitely nod in the end."
"Fart!" Dean growled, "I choose my own life! If you Heaven want to fight a jihad, go do it yourself, don't get involved with me!"
Michael looked at him, there was no anger in his eyes, only a kind of compassionate indifference. "You don't understand now. One day, you will understand."
He paused and then said, "When the matter is over, I will erase the memories of John and Mary. They will return to their normal lives and remember nothing."
"No!" Dean suddenly became anxious, "Mary must remember! She must remember the disaster in 1983, she must avoid it! She cannot die!"
"She was destined to walk into that nursery." Michael said calmly, as if stating a simple fact, "It was destined. You knew it from the beginning, right? You can't change anything."
Dean froze.
He opened his mouth to refute, but no words came out. From the moment he traveled through time, he vaguely knew that nothing might be changed.
But hearing Michael say it with his own ears still felt like a knife piercing his heart.
Michael didn't look at him anymore, turned around and walked towards Sam. He raised his hand, and soft white light poured out from his palm and fell on Sam's chest.
Sam, who was originally pale without a trace of blood, gradually regained his rosy complexion. He coughed, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"He's fine." Michael took back his hand, "It's time for you to go home."
A flash of white light.
Dean, Sam, and the unconscious Bai Haorui lost consciousness instantly.
Mary stood there, looking at the empty living room, her eyes blank. Soon, her eyes slowly became empty, and everything that had just happened receded from her mind like a tide.
Dean opened his eyes and gasped for air.
The familiar ceiling, the familiar smell, and the familiar chirping of insects outside the window.
It's the guest room of Bobby's house.
He sat up with his arms propped up, his whole body aching, as if he had been run over by a truck.
On the bed next to him, Sam also woke up slowly. He was clutching his chest, still a little dazed, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.
"Sam?" Dean hurried over, reached out and touched his arm, confirming that he was warm and alive, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
Sam raised his head and looked at Dean. The two looked at each other and saw heaviness in each other's eyes. Michael's words were like needles, stuck in the heart and unable to be pulled out.
"Free will is an illusion."
These words weighed heavily on their hearts, making them unable to breathe.
At this moment, there was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the back room.
The two people rushed over and saw Castiel falling to the ground. His face was still pale, but his eyes were open.
He was still a little confused. He looked at his hands and murmured, "I actually... successfully brought three people back through time. I didn't even expect it."
Dean helped him onto the bed, turned around and walked to the window. The night outside was thick, as black as ink that could not be melted. He laughed at himself, his voice full of exhaustion. "What a free will team, it's embarrassing to mention it. A former blood addict, a dropout, a Sleeping Beauty angel, and a monk who just woke up from a serious injury."
Sam said nothing. He leaned on the bedside, eyes lowered, still thinking about Michael's words.
What if... what if fate is really doomed? What if they can't escape that ending no matter how hard they struggle?
"Ahem..."
There was a slight cough from the bed next to me.
Bai Haorui slowly opened his eyes. His face was still a little pale, his lips had no color, but his eyes were very bright.
He sat up with his arms propped up, and the ice seal in his dantian had been mostly broken away by the Power of Faith of Lotus Seal between his eyebrows. Although the True Gang was still superficial, it was nothing serious.
He just heard the conversation between the two brothers.
Leaning on the bedside, his voice was still a little hoarse, but the words were clear, as if they were hitting people's hearts. "Michael said free will is an illusion, so why did he insist on forcing Dean to nod?"
Dean and Sam were stunned and turned to look at him.
"Isn't it enough to just forcibly possess him? Is it difficult to forcibly occupy a mortal's body with the power of an archangel?" Bai Haorui looked at them and gently rubbed Five Emperor Coins in his sleeve with his fingertips, "Because he can't do it. A truly perfect container must be willing. This is evidence of free will."
"Even if fate has written the script, we still have the final say whether we nod or not, whether we take this path or not."
He paused, and his tone was calm but powerful. "Fate is the excuse of the weak, and luck is the humility of the strong. What does he Michael mean to him? He is just an obedient son, he doesn't even have his own thoughts. What he can't change doesn't mean we can't change it."
A few words, not impassioned and plain, were like a fire, burning away most of the decadence and confusion in the two people's hearts.
Dean twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing, but his clenched fists quietly loosened.
Sam also raised his head, the darkness in his eyes faded a little, and a faint light rekindled.
At this time, the door was pushed open. Bobby walked in with four cups of hot coffee and sighed, "It's good to wake up. Let's drink something hot first. If you want anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
He placed the cup on the bedside table, and the rich aroma of coffee filled the air.
The four people gathered in the small room, and no one said anything. The night was thick outside the window, and the shadow of Apocalypse was still heavy on the top of the head, and the road ahead was confused.
Even if the song of destiny plays on a loop, they have to sing to the last note.
Warm yellow light filled the bedroom, as gentle as water.
John sat beside the bed, smiled and handed Mary a small pendant. The pendant was made of silver, and its shape was a bit simple, even a bit rustic.
"Twenty-five cents." John scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "It looks a bit tacky, but I think it should look good if you wear it."
Mary shook his head, took it, gently rubbed the pendant with his fingertips, his eyes full of smiles. "It's very beautiful. I like it very much."
She put the pendant gently on her belly and touched it gently. The little guy in her belly seemed to feel it and kicked her gently.
John's eyes lit up, and he hurried over, put his ear on Mary's belly, and stupidly talked to the child in his belly. "Hey, little guy, I'm daddy. When you come out, daddy will teach you how to repair cars and play baseball."
Mary smiled and stroked his lower abdomen, his eyes so gentle that water could drip from his eyes.
She whispered, "It's okay, honey. Everything will be fine. There are angels watching over you."
The moonlight outside the window is gentle and the room is warm.
They don't remember anything.
Only Mary occasionally has vague dreams. In the dream, there is a young man in black clothes, holding a wooden sword, standing at the door, blocking something for them.
Behind him were two tall young men with familiar eyebrows, as if they were very close to her.
But every time she woke up, she couldn't remember the content of her dream.