The midday sun in Kansas should have been scorching, but in Stull Cemetery it was as cold as the depths of winter.
The pale sunlight shines on the swaying tombstones, the weathered inscriptions are blurred, and the crooked stone cross is inserted diagonally into the withered yellow weeds.
The wind swept the dust and grass clippings across the ground, making a soft rustling sound as it rubbed against the base of the monument.
Michael stood in front of a granite tombstone as tall as one person, using the body of Adam·Milligan.
The young face should have a hint of student-like youthfulness, but at the moment it is as cold as ice that has not melted for thousands of years.
He was wearing a straight dark gray windbreaker, buttoned to the collar. His back was as straight as an unsheathed sword. The pressure spreading around him made the weeds within half a meter of him bend slightly, and even the wind seemed to be moving around him.
The sound of footsteps came slowly from the other end of the cemetery, stepping on the gravel, once, again, with a careless and unfocused sound.
Lucifer put his hands in the pockets of his black jacket and walked along the path between the tombstones. Sam had a half-smile on his face.
Seeing Michael's back, he raised his eyebrows and said in a familiar tone, with a bit of unexplainable sadness. "Long time no see, Michael."
"Yes." Michael turned around slowly, with no waves on his face, and his eyes were as calm as a pool of deep water, "It's been a long time. I can't believe that this day has finally arrived."
Lucifer stood opposite him, not too far or too close.
He raised his chin. "Are you ready?"
"Absolutely." Lucifer shrugged and moved his fingertips around in his pocket. There was no fighting intention in his tone, but he was a little tired, "To be honest, I don't want to fight."
"Me too." Michael nodded slightly, but the determination in his eyes did not waver at all, as if it was engraved into Bones, "But we must fight. You did something like that, I have no choice."
"What did I do?" Lucifer sneered, his laughter full of ridicule. He took half a step forward and stared into Michael's eyes, "What if it's not my fault? Think about it, it was dad who created everything and also created everything. Now I am God who wants to have a devil, doesn't it? But why? Why should we kill each other? I can't figure it out, this is his test? Let us fight to the death, just for a test that he doesn't know the answer to?"
His tone gradually became darker, with a little bit of imperceptible pleading, and his eyes were filled with thousands of years of grievances. "We are brothers, Michael. Let's leave this chessboard and stop fighting."
"Sorry." Michael took a step back without hesitation and distanced himself. His tone was cold and hard, leaving no room for change. "I am a good son and I have my orders. I will not rebel like you."
"Rebellion?" The smile on Lucifer's face instantly turned cold, and his eyes were like ice. "You haven't changed at all. You will always blame others and never think about dad's problems. We were fine, but you betrayed me, betrayed all of us, and blamed me for dad's departure."
"No one can force dad to do anything." Michael's voice also turned cold, and the holy light around him began to glow faintly, "You are a monster, Lucifer. I must kill you."
"Okay." Lucifer spread his hands, the last bit of warmth on his face disappeared, and only the cold murderous intent remained in his eyes, "Then let's try it."
The two people slowly opened their stance, and the weeds under their feet moved without any wind.
The pressure in the air became lower and lower, the wind suddenly stopped, the grass clippings floating in the air hung in place, and even breathing became stagnant.
The atmosphere of the doomsday battle was overwhelming, and the whole cemetery seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, just waiting for the first collision.
At this moment, a deafening rock roar crashed in from outside the cemetery - it was Def Leppard's "Rock of Ages", and the drum beats made the ground tremble.
The next second, the black Impala crashed through the wooden fence like a roaring beast, splinters of wood flying high into the sky. The car ran over weeds and gravel, and rushed straight in front of the two archangels. The tires scraped the ground hard, raising a burst of choking dust, and it almost stopped between the two.
The car door was pushed open with a bang, and Dean got out of the driver's seat, wearing the leather jacket he had worn for several years, and stepped heavily on the ground with his boots.
He raised his chin and looked at the two guys opposite, with a scornful smile on his lips, as if he didn't pay attention to the two archangels at all. "Hey, are you two busy? Sorry to bother you?"
"Dean." Lucifer frowned, his tone full of unabashed sarcasm, "You dare to come? You are so stupid that you have refreshed my understanding. Who do you really think you are?"
"I didn't talk to you." Dean's eyes were fixed on Lucifer's face. His eyes were frighteningly hot, as if he wanted to see through this familiar skin to see through the little brother hidden inside, "I said to Sam."
"You are no longer a container, Dean." Michael said with a cold face, his tone was condescending and disdainful, as if he was looking at an ant that does not know whether to live or die, "You have no right to be here. This is our brother's business."
"Adam, if you are listening inside, I'm sorry." Dean said to Michael, with a hint of real guilt in his voice, and then turned back to Lucifer, with his back straight, "I only need five minutes to say a few words to my brother. After I finish speaking, I will leave."
"You little maggot." Michael was completely angry. A faint white light appeared all over his body. He slowly raised his right hand, and a dazzling holy light condensed in his palm. "You are not worthy of participating in this story!"
Just as the Holy Light was about to let go, a purple-gold sword energy suddenly slashed diagonally from the side, carrying Samadhi True Fire's scorching breath, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistle. The target was directed at Michael's raised right arm - forcing him to retreat and defend, pulling all attention away from Dean.
"Your opponent is me."
Bai Haorui stepped out from behind a tall tombstone, landed with his left foot first, and followed the starting position of Heavenly Gang Steps. He lowered his center of gravity and stood firmly.
He held a mahogany sword in his hand. The maroon sword had clear cracks on it, and purple-gold True Gang flowed along the cracks.
His face was still pale, his lips had no trace of blood, and even his ears were sickly white, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, like two fires that refused to be extinguished, and the Lotus Seal between his eyebrows was faintly glowing with purple light.
Almost at the same time, Castiel stood up from behind the tombstone on the other side, holding a Molotov cocktail filled with Holy Oil in his hand. The bottle was wrapped in a cloth strip and had been lit by him.
Bobby was holding a sawed-off shotgun, squatting beside Castiel, with the butt of the gun firmly on his shoulder, and the front sight firmly locked in the direction of Lucifer.
"Hey, ass-butt!" Castiel cursed, flicked his wrist, and the Molotov cocktail drew an arc with sparks, hitting Michael's chest. The glass bottle shattered, and Holy Oil splashed all over the front of Michael's windbreaker. The flames jumped up, and the sacred golden flame instantly enveloped his upper body.
"Bastard!" Michael shouted angrily, subconsciously raising his hand to fight the flames on his chest.
It was this gap that Bai Haorui was waiting for. He moved his left hand slightly, picked up five Five Emperor Coins with his fingertips, flicked his wrist, and the five copper coins flew out in five directions with a faint light, and fell respectively. In the five directions of east, south, west, north and center around Michael, the moment the copper coins fell to the ground, they each lit up with a faint light corresponding to the five elements. There were runes hidden in the ground spreading along the soil, and instantly connected into a complete circle.
"The five emperors have given orders, and the five elements are locked! The heaven and earth are positioned, and the mountains and rivers are ventilated!"
Bai Haorui chanted a curse in a low voice, and thrust the mahogany sword forward in his right hand. Lotus Seal Purple light surged from the center of his eyebrows. Samadhi True Fire rushed along the spine of the sword to the tip of the sword, condensing into a half-foot-long flame blade. He kicked off his feet, and rushed out like an arrow. The mahogany sword pierced Michael's heart, where the core of the angel's divine power lies.
He knew very well that he couldn't hold on for long, so he used his killing moves from the very beginning, and he used all his moves with all his strength, just to tie all Michael's anger and attention to himself, and to buy Dean just one more second.
"Mortal! Go to hell!"
Michael was completely enraged. The holy light around him shook violently, like a golden air wave exploding. The Holy Oil flame on his chest was instantly shaken away, and the front of his windbreaker was burnt black, exposing the skin underneath. At the same time, he pressed down with his left hand, and a condensed holy light hit the ground, hitting the platinum-level copper coin on the west side.
There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the copper coin was bounced half a foot high, with fine lines cracking on the surface, and the binding force of Five Elements Locking Formation was instantly weakened by half.
Then he retracted his right hand, his palm was filled with golden holy light, and he struck hard against the peach wood sword that was stabbing him.
The golden holy light collided with the purple-gold True Gang, emitting a piercing scream, and the air wave exploded in a ring. The surrounding weeds that were half a man tall were instantly flattened, and the gravel on the tombstone fell down.
Bai Haorui felt a huge force rushing down the sword's spine, his arm went numb, the tiger's mouth cracked instantly, and blood flowed down the sword's hilt.
He gritted his teeth and took three steps back, each step hitting the ground hard. Deep footprints were left in the hard soil, and dust flew up along his ankles.
A sweet and fishy taste suddenly surged up in his throat, but he swallowed it back forcefully, with blood still oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"It's interesting." Michael squinted his eyes, his eyes were more serious, no longer looking at ants with contempt, "No wonder Zachariah has suffered at your hands many times. You are indeed a variable. What a pity."
As soon as the words fell, Michael became serious.
The pressure of the archangel was overwhelming, and the air instantly became viscous, as if filled with lead. Ordinary people standing here would be afraid that even Bones would be crushed.
Bai Haorui's bones creaked softly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and suddenly activated the forbidden technique of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" - Burn Gang and Explode Qi.
The Lotus Seal between the eyebrows flashed crazily, changing from light purple to deep purple. The True Gang in the Dantian surged into the meridians like a lifeless force, causing the meridians to ache, but the strength also increased crazily.
Purple-gold True Gang wrapped Samadhi True Fire, forming a thin layer of Gang Qi cover around him. He knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat the archangel if he tried hard, so he could only rely on his physical skills and moves to fight, using consumption to exchange time.