Chapter 97: Lynn Declares: One Must Fully Exploit the Enemy’s Cunning Nature
That colossal mountain of flesh wavered in hesitation.
It dared not take another step forward.
Lynn exhaled heavily.
A bead of cold sweat nearly slid down his forehead.
“The title of Archangel truly works wonders. The first step of intimidation... counts as half a success.”
Lynn knew very well how many tricks he had up his sleeve.
And he also knew his limits—exactly how far he could go.
He was determined to push toward that limit.
To frighten them for as long as possible, to stall for as much ti as he could!
Moreover—
Lynn wasn’t entirely without hope of maintaining this façade.
Against the undead, his strength was at the peak of the Fifth Tier.
Although defeating the Sixth-tier Rotten Lord was hopeless,
what about its Fifth-tier subordinates?
As long as their strength was below his, The Gate of Heaven could teach them a painful lesson in seconds!
Thus, in theory, the best outco Lynn could achieve—
was to take advantage of the Rotten Lord’s hesitation,
to strike fear into it before it personally took action.
To push that intimidation to its absolute limit!
Then, when the Rotten Lord finally decided to move—
he would imdiately summon 【The Gate of Heaven】 and obliterate all of its subordinates in an instant!
Leaving it all alone, without any underlings!
At that ti—
the most likely situation would be the Rotten Lord being terrified out of its wits,
and fleeing in panic!
The crisis at Lemon Port would thus be temporarily resolved.
As for why the Rotten Lord wouldn’t simply beco enraged after losing all its subordinates,
and attempt to annihilate Lynn’s Archangel incarnation—
that was mainly due to Lynn’s judgnt of the Rotten Lord’s personality.
That creature clearly had the temperant of a cunning old scher!
Always hiding behind the scenes to stir up trouble!
Betting on its flight was far more reliable than expecting it to risk everything in a desperate attack!
A very scientific conclusion!
And indeed—
the following situation developed much as Lynn had predicted.
The cautious lunus,
though puzzled as to why Michael—after declaring judgnt—
had startled them but still hadn’t launched an attack,
still ordered one of his undead commanders forward to test the waters.
He wanted to see exactly how powerful this Archangel truly was.
“Pelosa! Go test that birdman’s strength!”
As soon as the words left his mouth,
a commotion stirred at the rear of the undead legion.
A gigantic figure taller than the city walls was tremblingly shoved forward.
It seed to be a rotting mammoth commander!
This creature stood dozens of ters tall, like a small moving mountain of flesh, only slightly smaller than the Rotten Lord itself.
Its tusks were half-decayed,
its entire body oozing yellow-green pus, stench overwhelming.
Its defense was formidable—among the commanders, it was one of the toughest and most resilient.
Yet at this mont—
that enormous beast quivered like a frightened quail, its four elephant legs trembling violently.
“L-Lord lunus… I-I…” Pelosa’s voice quavered.
It wasn’t stupid!
The figure atop the city wall before it—
was none other than the legendary Sixteen-winged Archangel Michael!
The supre being who wielded judgnt and fla!
Even its own superior, the Decay Demon God 【Namira】, would make way upon seeing him!
Even if this wasn’t his true body, rely a projected incarnation—
it was still far beyond what a re Fifth-tier being like itself could contend with. Charging forward was nothing but suicide!
When lunus saw it still hesitating, he roared angrily: “Useless trash! Go now, or I’ll devour you myself!”
Pelosa shuddered and dared not delay any longer.
Its decayed trunk lifted high, letting out a deep, thunderous roar—
with a tragic air of marching to its death, it began its heavy advance.
Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled beneath its feet; stones rained down from the city wall.
With every step it took,
its rotting flesh quivered violently, releasing an even thicker stench.
That colossal body carried with it a wave of destructive force, surging straight toward the tiny golden figure standing atop the city wall!
The Archangel stood suspended above the rampart.
Sixteen radiant wings slowly unfurled, sacred flas flowing between them.
And as that mountain-crushing charge ca thundering in— he stood unmoved.
He didn’t even lift His eyelids.
The flaming holy sword held in His reverse grip did not even point toward the giant elephant.
Only the golden flas burning upon the blade seed to blaze even brighter.
Twisted ripples of spatial distortion spread silently through the air.
“Rooar——！”
The rotting giant elephant let out its final bellow.
It was less than a hundred ters from the city wall!
Its massive, decayed tusks were about to crash into that seemingly frail golden figure!
Inside the wall—
the pitiful surviving residents held their breath.
Their hearts leapt into their throats, fists clenched tight.
So of the timid even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching.
However—
the earth-shattering collision they expected never ca.
Just as the giant elephant was about to strike the Archangel—
He rely lifted His gaze ever so slightly.
The face shrouded in divine radiance—
seed to glance faintly in the elephant’s direction.
In the next instant!
An indescribable, vast will crashed violently into the very depths of the rotting giant elephant’s soul!
It was a suppression stemming from the most fundantal level of life itself!
The absolute judgnt of Light over Filth!
“Aaaooo——！”
The rotting mammoth let out a distorted, shrill scream of agony.
Its charging montum ca to an abrupt halt!
That massive body seed to slam into an invisible wall of sighs.
From the point of impact,
its hardened, decayed hide began to dissolve and disintegrate.
A golden sacred fla spread silently across it.
Wherever it passed, rotten flesh turned to ash, and bones carbonized and crumbled!
Within just a few breaths—
that towering beast, dozens of ters tall,
vanished completely before countless terrified eyes!
Not even the faintest trace of residue remained!
As if it had never existed at all!
Heaven and earth—
fell into a deathly silence.
Only the faint crackling of holy flas could be heard.
…In the distance—
all the undead commanders, including lunus, were utterly frozen.
Terror rcilessly seized their minds.
One glance!
Just one glance!
Had completely annihilated a powerful Fifth-tier undead commander?!
Wh-what level of power was this?!
Could it be… that the legendary being Himself had truly descended?!
lunus’s enormous eyes contracted violently, sticky decay fluid oozing uncontrollably.
It felt a trembling that ca from the deepest part of its soul!
That oppressive force…
That will of divine judgnt—was too real!
Absolutely not sothing an illusion could imitate!
But why… why did sothing still feel off?
It couldn’t quite tell what exactly was wrong…
“Derrick! You go!”
Unwilling to give up, lunus pointed to another commander.
This ti, it was a rotting shadow fiend skilled in speed and assassination.
But just as the shadow fiend sneaked beneath the city wall—
it was instantly engulfed in holy flas.
Without even managing to scream, it turned into ashes.
The third, the fourth…
lunus, unconvinced, sent two more Fifth-tier commanders to test the Archangel.
The result, without exception—
each was effortlessly purified by the lofty Archangel above, disintegrating into dust.
This ti, the undead legion was thrown into chaos.
The remaining commanders were terrified beyond asure, retreating in panic.
Not even obeying lunus’s orders anymore.
Nonsense!
Who would willingly go to their deaths?!
They had pledged themselves to the Rotten lineage for power—not to be cannon fodder!
lunus trembled with rage, foul liquid splattering everywhere.
Yet it no longer dared to send subordinates to die so easily.
It stared fixedly at that sacred figure atop the wall,
a flicker of uncertainty flashing in its massive eyes.
“No… sothing’s definitely wrong…”
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