But there were too many angels. There were more than twenty at the front door, and they rushed up one after another. Cass had just dealt with two, and three more rushed up behind him. He forced the people behind him to retreat with a backhand knife, but another holy blade came from the left, and he couldn't dodge. A deep gash was cut on his arm, and the blood immediately stained the sleeves of his white shirt red.
Cass groaned, but didn't even frown.
He suddenly retracted his wings, wrapped his body in the middle, and resisted the attack from behind. At the same time, he turned around and slashed the throat of the angel behind him.
But more and more angels were besieging him, and the holy blades were attacking from all directions. Cass gradually fell behind. His holy power was already depleted due to carving runes, and he continued to fight, so his movements slowed down.
Another blow on his back made him stagger, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, a purple-gold tongue of fire shot from the side, forcing back the three angels surrounding Cass.
Bai Haorui After clearing the angels on his side, he turned around and rushed over.
His combat uniform was stained with many charred traces of the Holy Power. There was a medium-deep wound on his left arm. Blood dripped down from his fingertips and fell to the ground, spreading out small blood spots.
"Leave the rest to me, take a breather." Bai Haorui took a breath, his voice was hoarse with a little bit of blood, but still calm.
He held his mahogany sword in front of him and stared at the remaining angels with sharp eyes.
Cass didn't speak, just nodded, took the opportunity to step aside, and quickly adjusted his breath to restore his holy power. He looked at Bai Haorui's back, a complex emotion flashing through his blue eyes.
Bai Haorui can pick many with one, but there is no chaos at all.
He kept Steps of Yu under his feet, and his figure shuttled among the angels, like a black lightning. The peach wood sword carried True Fire, and every time he slashed, it brought out a fire.
Sometimes he would hit True Fire from a distance, and sometimes he would fight in close combat. His sword moves were combined with punches, elbow strikes, and knee strikes. His moves were fierce and did not give the angel any chance to breathe.
One angel saw that he couldn't beat him head-on, so he wanted to sneak around and attack Cass who was adjusting his breath.
Bai Haorui caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. With a flick of his left hand, a Five Emperor Coins flew out with golden light and hit the opponent's holy blade with a clang. The huge force forced the opponent to take two steps back.
"Your opponent is me." Bai Haorui said coldly.
He and Cass cooperated in tandem, one far and one close, one strong and one soft. Bai Haorui was responsible for roaming and fighting, consuming the opponent's holy power; Cass took a last-ditch attack after recovering a little, and eliminated the seriously injured angels. The remaining twenty or so angels were cleared out in a short time.
When the last angel fell, the factory finally became quiet.
The air was filled with the burnt smell of the holy power being burned, and the ground was littered with scattered white feathers, as well as the faint light dust left behind after the angels dissipated.
Bai Haorui was holding the mahogany sword, panting slightly. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the wound on his left arm was still bleeding. The back of the combat uniform was burned in several places by the holy power, revealing the red skin inside. But he stood up straight, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't tell how much wear and tear he had exerted.
"Go, go in." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Don't let anything happen to Dean and Sam."
The two walked side by side deep into the factory, with gravel and feathers making a rustling sound under their feet. The corridor was dark, with only a little light coming from the direction of Green Room in the distance.
After walking a few steps, Cass suddenly spoke, in a low voice with a hint of imperceptible recognition. "You... are stronger than I thought."
Bai Haorui twitched the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said in a calm tone, "Both each other. You can fight better than I thought."
Dean and Sam took advantage of the lively fighting outside and followed the unloading passage into the factory.
The passage is dark and narrow, filled with discarded cardboard boxes and rusty iron racks, and the air is full of dust and musty smell.
The two of them walked lightly, followed the map given by Bobby, and reached the door of Green Room.
The door of Green Room is a heavy mahogany door, which is incompatible with the surrounding dilapidated cement walls.
Dean pressed it against the door and listened, and the faint sound of Adam's cough could be heard from inside.
He winked at Sam, who nodded and clenched the angel knife in his hand.
Dean took a deep breath and suddenly kicked the door with his foot.
Bang--
The door lock snapped and the door was kicked open. Dean rushed in first, followed closely by Sam.
The room was dazzlingly luxurious, and the light from the crystal chandelier made Dean squint. He soon saw Adam curled up beside the sofa - the young man was huddled on the carpet, with blood on the corner of his mouth, his hand covering his stomach, coughing painfully, and his shoulders twitching.
"Adam, hey, it's okay." Dean immediately ran over, squatted down and held his arm. The boy's body was very hot and he was shaking all over.
Adam raised his head and saw Dean and Sam. His eyes were full of disbelief, as if he was watching an hallucination. His lips moved and his voice was hoarse. "You... really came to save me?"
"Of course." Dean said solemnly, reaching out to help him up, "You are our family."
"Dean, that's not right." Sam stood in the middle of the room, looking around warily, his brows furrowed tightly. He felt more and more uneasy. This place was too quiet, too quiet. "This must be a trap, it went too smoothly."
"I guessed it a long time ago." Dean nodded, his tone was very calm. He knew this was a trap from the beginning, but Adam was his younger brother, and he had to come.
"You really think it's that easy? Huh?"
A joking voice suddenly came from the shadows behind him, with undisguised pride.
Sam turned around suddenly, grabbed the angel knife and rushed over, wanting to strike first. But Zachariah walked out of the shadows, without looking back, and just waved back casually.
A huge force hit Sam's chest, and he fell out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall behind him hard. There was a muffled "thud", and Sam groaned, and blood immediately oozed from the corner of his mouth.
"Sam!" Dean stood up immediately and wanted to help his brother.
"Do you know what I learned from this, Dean?" Zachariah turned around slowly, with a confident smile on his face.
He adjusted the cuffs of his suit and walked slowly towards Dean, "Patience is king. I've been waiting for so long, and finally you surrendered yourself."
He moved his fingers lightly, and Adam on the other side immediately covered his stomach and groaned in pain. The boy curled up even more, coughing up blood, and the scarlet blood dripped on the beige carpet, spreading into a dazzling red.
"Adam? Let him go, you bitch!" Dean stared at Zachariah with red eyes, clenching his fists loudly.
Zachariah, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything and kept talking to himself, with a tone of rejoicing and morbid pride in his voice. "I originally thought that I was definitely going to be laid off. For us, layoffs mean literally being wiped out."
He chuckled lowly, walked to stand in front of Dean, and looked at him condescendingly. "But I believe in the boss's arrangement. Everything developed just as he said - you, me, and your two bleeding brothers. What a perfect picture."
As he spoke, he raised his hand again.
Sam immediately covered his chest and groaned in pain. Blood dripped down his chin and dyed his plaid shirt red.
"You are finally ready, right?" Zachariah stared into Dean's eyes, his tone was tempting, as if he was luring prey into a trap, "You have no choice, you never have a choice. Promise Michael, and everything will be over."
"Stop, stop right now!" Dean looked at the pain of his two younger brothers, his heart felt like it was being strangled by a knife, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe. His voice was trembling, and the veins in the hand holding his fist were bulging.
"Why should I stop?" Zachariah raised his eyebrows, admiring Dean's collapse with a playful look on his face, "Why should I stop? Unless you nod."
"Damn it, Zachariah, stop! Please... I promise you." Dean finally couldn't hold on any longer. He closed his eyes, his voice was hoarse with collapse, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"Sorry, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Zachariah deliberately leaned over and pretended not to hear clearly. The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger. He enjoyed this moment and the feeling of having the proud Dean·Winchester under his feet.
"Okay, I agree." Dean raised his head, his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes full of exhaustion and determination, "The answer is yes. Tell Michael to come down, you bastard."
"Dean!" Sam called him in disbelief, his voice full of disappointment and pain.
He believed in his brother so much and believed that he would not give up, so in the end he agreed.
Zachariah smiled with satisfaction.
He finally waited for this sentence.
He no longer cared about Sam and Adam on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to chant the summoning spell with Enochian.
Ancient and obscure syllables echoed in the room, and the whole room began to shake slightly, and the crystal chandelier overhead jingled. A sacred and depressing energy filled the air, slowly pressing down like a mountain, making people breathless.
Sam stared at Dean's back, feeling pained and disappointed in his heart. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He was only filled with powerlessness.
At this moment, Dean suddenly turned his head and looked at Sam.
The pain and collapse on his face faded instantly, and his eyes were very clear. He even blinked his left eye quickly at Sam, and raised a very faint, sly smile at the corner of his mouth.
Sam was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
"He's here." Zachariah opened his eyes, his face was full of ecstasy, and his body was trembling slightly with excitement.
"Of course." Dean suddenly spoke, his tone was too calm, "But I have a few conditions."
The smile on Zachariah's face froze, thinking that he heard wrongly, "What?"
"For the safety of several people, you have to ensure their safety first before I can agree." Dean said slowly, as if he was negotiating an ordinary deal, "Sam, Adam, and the two outside, you have to let them go."
"Okay, no problem, just make a list." Zachariah waved his hand impatiently.
Now that the overall situation has been decided, Dean has relented, and these small conditions are nothing.
When Michael arrives, everything will be settled.
"But the most important thing is," Dean looked at him, a sarcastic smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said word by word, "Michael wants to get me, I must first crush you to ashes."
Zachariah's face instantly sank, and his eyes were as sinister as dripping water. "What did you say?"
"I said, if you want me to be obedient, Michael must first burn you to charcoal." Dean said lightly, but his eyes were like knives piercing Zachariah's heart, "Who is more important to him now? You, a subordinate who does things poorly, or me, his only perfect container?"
Zachariah is just an outcast who was devolved, and I hope he can get away with his crimes and make meritorious deeds.
When it comes to Michael, even ten Zachariah can't compare to his one container.
"Listen to me, you are a scum that is worse than a maggot!" Zachariah was furious in an instant, stretched out his hand to grab Dean's collar, and pushed him hard against the wall, "When I hand you over to Michael, do you know what status I will have? I will be the famous person next to the archangel, and you can only be an unconscious container!"
"It's just cannon fodder." Dean said every word, hitting the spot that hurt him most accurately, "How dare you shout here even if you just throw it away after use."
Zachariah was so angry that he was shaking all over and his face was livid. He sneered and gritted his teeth and said, "Michael won't kill me."
"Maybe not." Dean looked into his eyes and suddenly smiled, very coldly, "But I will."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dean's right hand hidden behind his back suddenly moved forward.
The cold light flashed and pierced into Zachariah's chest.
Zachariah's eyes suddenly widened and his pupils shrank suddenly.
He lowered his head and looked at the knife stuck in his chest. Blood gushed out of his mouth and he looked at Dean in disbelief.
Dazzling white light exploded from his body, accompanied by shrill screams. Starting from his chest, his body turned into ashes bit by bit, like sand blown by the wind. In just a few seconds, it completely dissipated into the air, leaving not even a single residue.
Only the angel knife fell to the carpet with a clang.
Dean gasped, the hand holding the handle of the knife still shaking slightly.
He slid down the wall a little and quickly regained his balance.
"Dean!" Sam was surprised and happy, and stood up slowly while leaning on the wall. The blow just now caused him some internal injuries, but fortunately, it was not too serious.
"Why are you standing there, save people!" Dean immediately ran over to help Sam, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Can you leave?"
"Yes." Sam nodded and stood up straight despite the pain.
"Okay, come on, get out of here quickly." Dean supported him, turned around and walked towards the door.
Zachariah is dead, but the summoning has already begun. Michael will arrive at any time. If he doesn't leave, it will be too late.
"Dean, save me!"
Adam's voice suddenly came from the other side, with a cry in it. Dean suddenly stopped and turned around to look - Adam patted a door in the back room and shouted desperately.
The door was sealed at some point, and there was a faint holy light on it, which was obviously done by Zachariah in advance.
"Adam!" Dean immediately let go of Sam and rushed to open the door.
But the door panel was astonishingly hot, like a red-hot iron, and the holy light above formed a barrier that couldn't be pulled at all. He smashed it with his fists and bumped it with his shoulders, but the door didn't move at all.
"Dean, save me! Don't leave me!" Adam cried and shouted from behind the door, his voice full of fear.
"Hold on! We will rescue you, hold on!" Dean slammed the door with all his strength, his knuckles were broken and blood oozed out. But the holy light barrier was indestructible and there was no reaction at all.
Just then, the whole room began to shake violently.
The oil paintings on the wall fell off one after another, hitting the ground, and the picture frames shattered. The ceiling began to crack, and gravel fell down.
An extremely terrifying coercion surged out from inside, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, making people breathless.
Michael has arrived.
"Dean! If you don't leave, it's too late!" Sam rushed over, grabbed Dean's arm, and shouted loudly.