Chapter 1122

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Chapter 1122 Supreme Battle

Hell.

Under the pitch-black sky, deep red magma rolled between fractured cliffs. The oppressive red glow reflected on the dim black clouds, bathing the entire sky in a bloody hue.

A figure pierced through the void, standing with six wings on the highest magma peak. Michael’s furnace-like eyes surveyed the surroundings, golden light spreading outward from Him like a tide, resembling a golden sun hanging beneath the blood-colored sky.

“Did you think hiding here would conceal you from me?”

Michael coldly snorted, reaching up to grasp the empty sky above. A massive golden sword materialized in His hand, and He swung it toward the towering magma peak before Him!

A golden light flashed across heaven and earth in an instant. A fine golden thread appeared on the deep red mountain, followed by endless golden light surging from within, causing the entire peak to explode from the center!

Boom—!!

A dull thunderous sound accompanied black smoke swirling in the air. An old man wearing tattered divine robes emerged from beneath the mountain peak, looking grimly at Michael hovering above.

The old man’s left eye was unfathomably deep, while his right socket was empty except for countless crimson worms writhing within, forming an eerie red eyeball.

“Odin?” Michael’s gaze fell on that red eyeball, his brow slightly furrowing. “I wondered why I sensed a trace of Cthulhu pantheon… so you’ve already submitted to them.”

A cold glint flashed in Odin’s eyes as he spoke calmly, “They are they, and I am I. This is merely cooperation.”

After escaping from the Moral Heavenly Lord and Vishnu, Odin couldn’t return to Asgard and had been hiding in the ruins of Hell. He never expected Michael would descend to Earth and return here.

“Cooperation?” Michael’s gaze seemed to penetrate Odin’s mind. “Years ago, when my Lord sealed Cthulhu on the moon, you participated. You should know how terrifying those monsters are. Cooperating with them? Do you really think they’ll help you?

You’ve already reached the pinnacle, with combat power arguably the strongest on Earth. Why take this risk?”

Odin slowly closed his eyes and shook his head: “You wouldn’t understand.”

Michael gripped the golden sword as divine power surged around Him. [Mortal Divine Domain] instantly covered every corner of Hell. Like a holy angel about to deliver judgment, He asked accusingly:

“Then let me ask differently… was stealing the [Ark] done at the instruction of the Cthulhu pantheon? How did they know what was inside?”

Odin raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

“Fifty years ago, was it also you who destroyed the lunar seal?”

Odin continued his silence.

Seeing Odin had no intention of speaking, Michael’s divine power grew increasingly brilliant. Holding the golden sword, He shook His head:

“Fine, whatever your purpose is, anyone connected to those things on the moon must die.”

Michael’s six wings, which blotted out the sky, fluttered once. His form instantly vanished, and a golden sword light cut through space, slashing directly at Odin’s neck!

Odin stood motionless in his tattered white divine robes. On his wrinkled face, the crimson worm-eye slowly rotated as he calmly spoke:

“If we were on the moon, with you standing on the remnants of Heaven’s origin, I would indeed be no match for you… but on Earth, even with your [Mortal Divine Domain], killing me won’t be so easy.”

Odin lightly raised his palm, and the surrounding space-time rapidly distorted.

The brilliant golden sword hadn’t yet touched Odin’s neck when it was firmly gripped by a wrinkled, spotted, aged hand, as if blocked by an insurmountable wall, unable to advance even slightly.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, and a golden light flashed across the blade.

Slash—!!

The golden sword bypassed the invisible wall, directly cleaving Odin’s hand in half. Odin’s pupils contracted, and in the next moment, he teleported dozens of miles away under the sky. He frowned as he looked at the six-winged Seraph in the distance and slowly lowered his severed hand.

Countless red insects crawled out from his flesh, twisting to repair the broken hand, restoring it to normal within moments.

“So this is [Miracle]… They say you, Michael, are Heaven’s greatest warrior. Now I see the reputation is well-deserved.” Odin’s voice echoed across the sky, his deep left eye flashing with murderous intent. “As long as you live, the lunar seal is almost impossible to break.”

“You think you can help those monsters kill me?” Michael held the golden sword in one hand, His pure white six wings gently flapping under the deep red sky. His face, illuminated by light, was as cold as an iceberg. “You are not capable of that.”

His six wings fluttered lightly, and His form vanished again.

Odin’s eyes flashed with brilliance, as if contemplating something. After a moment, he raised his fingertip and lightly traced a line across the deep red sky.

In the dim sky, a white crack shattered open. Countless gray-white ashes, like pouring snow, fell and scattered throughout Hell.

Michael flew halfway up before stopping. He caught a piece of ash in His hand, His brow slightly furrowing:

“…What is this?”

Odin glanced at Him, then pulled his hands apart in midair, forcibly tearing open a gap in Hell. His form flickered and disappeared without a trace.

“You cannot escape.” Seeing Odin leave, Michael immediately transformed into a golden light and followed closely.

Based on current intelligence, it was Odin who destroyed the lunar seal fifty years ago and stole the [Ark]. Michael could not possibly allow him to leave.

After the two supreme gods broke through Hell’s borders in succession, this former realm of evil gods once again fell into deathly silence. Only the drifting ashes from the crack in the sky remained, falling like snowflakes onto the deep red earth.

After an unknown period, black shadows emerged from various corners of Hell, standing beneath this ash-snow, like devout believers receiving baptism.

…

Heaven.

As the auras of the two supreme gods departed, the ground finally stopped shaking. Lin Qiye and his two companions stood before the empty wooden box, exchanging glances, each seeing the bitterness in the others’ eyes.

“I wonder if the Seraph can recover the [Ark],” An Qingyu sighed.

“Matters at that level are beyond our ability to intervene,” Lin Qiye shook his head. “Let’s return to the ship and wait for news. Brother Zhuai is still waiting for us.”

“Mm.”

“…”

The three stood around the edge of the platform, looking at each other as the air suddenly fell into silence.

“Did He mention how we’re supposed to get back?” Jiang Er tentatively asked.

“…I don’t think so,” Lin Qiye’s expression was extremely strange.

“He only told us how to enter, not how to leave,” An Qingyu was silent for a moment. “Perhaps the process is the same?”