Chapter 140: Lasalle’s Apprehension, A Stalemated Situation
“It's Him! It really is Him—the Supre Archangel Michael!!!”
lunus’s rotten flesh trembled violently.
The scene of the other party wiping out its million-strong army with a single move was still vivid in its mind!
Now that the familiar aura had descended once more, how could it not panic?
lunus’s ghostly shriek instantly made the two colleagues beside it—who had been sowhat inattentive—tense up.
There was no doubt.
With the insight of Grimalr and Namira, they too had discerned that the current Avril was far from simple.
She was no longer the Holy Light mage who could be casually crushed just monts ago.
Moreover, they had heard Ulf and the rcenaries’ words clearly.
No matter how big their nerves were, they had to feel at least so sense of crisis.
“I didn’t expect that tossing out a tiny bit of bait would reel in such a big fish.”
Lasalle, who had kept his eyes closed as if in eternal prayer, finally opened them.
There were no pupils, no whites.
Only a bleak gray-white, as though carrying all the sorrow and death of the world.
In the next mont—
Those gray-white eyes t Avril’s gaze!
It was as if a vast, invisible force detonated instantly in midair.
Between the two opposing sides—
Successive sonic booms erupted, scattering clusters of clouds.
It also startled the rcenaries below.
Imdiately afterward—
The dark green cloud mass that had lingered above Lemon Port for so long was blown apart.
Sunlight, long absent yet faintly warm, barely pierced through the remaining filth and shone down.
It illuminated the figures suspended in the air, exposing them clearly before everyone’s eyes!
A writhing mountain of flesh emitting a sky-piercing stench.
A gigantic bone wolf stitched together from countless pale skeletons.
An ice-snow woman with an eerie pale face, surrounded by frigid air.
Every one of their forms struck the rcenaries below in both sight and soul!
“My heavens… wh-what kind of monsters are those?!”
“They’re high-ranking undead! They… they’ve been watching us from above the whole ti!”
“What terrifying auras—I feel like any one of them could wipe us all out!”
“All our life-and-death struggle before… in their eyes, it was probably like watching ants fight!”
Panic spread through the rcenary ranks like a plague.
The morale that had just surged because of the Angel’s descent was instantly doused with cold water.
A deep sense of powerlessness and despair gripped every heart.
The Black Insect Tide that they had barely held back with all their strength—even relying on Holy Light Grenade 1.0—
In the eyes of those beings, it was likely nothing more than the futile struggle of ants.
Their lives were no longer in their own hands.
They hung upon a single thought from the few figures in the sky.
This was the truest, most helpless cruelty faced by bottom-tier humanity under the Undead Scourge.
Yet ironically—
Most of the rcenaries cast their terrified gazes toward Vorgak and lunus, whose appearances were the most grotesque.
They paid the least attention to the seemingly inconspicuous gray-robed monk.
The gap in strength was far too great.
Like the bright moon compared to dust.
They simply could not realize that he was the true Undead King who could decide their life and death at a single thought.
Only in the high sky—
Avril, who had just clashed from afar with Lasalle—or rather, Lynn, who was controlling this body—
Truly felt the imnse horror of the other party.
The mont Lasalle opened those mournful eyes—
An invisible, formless power containing the ultimate will of decay and withering—
Crossed the void and slamd directly into the divine sense that Lynn had extended through Avril!
Even the air between them seed unable to bear such a collision of will.
That was why the dull sonic booms and chaotic air currents had erupted, forming visible distorted ripples!
“Seventh-tier Undead King… truly formidable!”
Lynn cursed inwardly.
The Holy Radiance accumulated in his church body was mobilized frantically.
Through the invisible link of faith, it poured continuously into Avril’s body, firmly holding the defensive line.
The power of Holy Light naturally restrained the Law of Decay.
But the absolute difference in power levels still made him feel trendous pressure.
Though Lynn appeared motionless, maintaining a majestic posture in midair—
He was already exerting all the power he could currently mobilize to cope!
And this was only a probing clash of gazes.
If they truly fought—
Lynn had no confidence whatsoever.
Strictly speaking, there was a gap of three entire major realms between him and the opponent!
This was not sothing that could be easily bridged by Holy Light’s restraint or a bit of cleverness.
Moreover, his true trump card, Brian, was still on the way.
For a Seventh-tier Sanctuary powerhouse traveling at full speed, a journey of over a hundred kiloters would take only half an hour.
So what he needed to do was to prevent the scale of battle from escalating as much as possible.
On Lasalle’s side—
Waves also rose within his heart.
In his view—
What he had just collided with was rely a projected will of Michael attached to a Divine Blessed.
He had just absorbed a significant portion of lunus’s origin and had stabilized at the peak of the Seventh-tier.
Logically speaking, even if the opponent was the legendary Supre Archangel, facing rely a clone should give him so advantage.
At the very least, he should have been able to force the opponent into slight embarrassnt.
But what was the result?
An even match!
And because the Holy Light attribute naturally suppressed his Law of Decay—
In that collision of wills just now, he had actually felt a trace of strain!
The refinent and resilience of that sacred will far exceeded his expectations!
“Even a re clone is this troubleso?”
A barely perceptible trace of gravity flashed through Lasalle’s pale eyes.
“It seems it truly is the original will of the Supre Archangel Michael…”
“Then perhaps lunus’s rout back then was not entirely its fault.”
He even felt a flicker of relief.
Fortunately, he had been clever. The mont he arrived in this region, he had fiercely stripped lunus of a portion of its origin.
That had raised his own strength to the peak of the Seventh-tier.
Otherwise, if he had maintained his initial strength—
That collision of wills might truly have put him at a disadvantage.
And once he lost montum—
The Supre Archangel, fad for his fierce combat style—
Would undoubtedly unleash a thunderous strike without hesitation!
At that point, they would be in grave danger—if not dead, then severely crippled!
“However, taking down this clone would likely co at no small cost.”
Lasalle’s thoughts raced as he quickly weighed the pros and cons.
“And even if I successfully destroy this clone, to Michael’s true body it would probably an only a slight loss of power—not enough to harm his foundation.”
“Instead, it would completely enrage that existence and invite endless retaliation…”
Thinking of the Demon Gods’ ambiguous stance toward the possible reappearance of the Divine Realm—
Lasalle hesitated even more.
This mission was primarily reconnaissance, not a desperate battle.
Was it worth risking possible death for an uncertain, massive gain?
Thus, the situation ford an extrely strange balance.
High in the sky—
Sacred golden light and gray-white deathly aura faced each other from afar.
After the intense clash that had triggered air explosions—
There were no further substantive movents.
Lasalle’s pale eyes were calm and unreadable.
Avril floated in the air, golden eyes indifferent.
As if overlooking all beings—yet without further provocation or attack.
Only the battlefield below presented another scene entirely.
“Stop standing there, damn it! The bugs are coming again!”
Blood Blade’s captain swung his one arm, wielding a greatsword.
He sent a Black Insect flying that had tried to pounce on a wounded man and roared at the distracted rcenaries.
“Hold the line! All of you, hold it! Lord Angel is watching from above!”
Old Cat also shouted sharply.
His slender sword stabbed rapidly, precisely eliminating stragglers.
No matter how strange the confrontation in the sky was—
The life-and-death struggle on the ground never stopped.
The remaining Black Insects seed largely unaffected by the high-level standoff and continued their frenzied assault on the rcenary defensive line.
The rcenaries could only suppress the fear and confusion in their hearts and throw themselves back into the bloody battle.
But this ti—
With every swing of their blades, every block—
They could not help but glance toward the sky from the corner of their eyes.
The unresolved, terrifying pressure hanging above made every breath unbearably heavy.
Ti slipped by quietly amid slaughter and confrontation.
Every second stretched as though it were an entire century.
As the saying went—when immortals fight, mortals suffer.
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