I Have Infinite Skill Points-Chapter 615 Fallen Angel’s Body
"Activate the Time-Space Gemstone? Hmph... Do you not realize who I am? Activate the Time-Space Gemstone and then wait for the Demon Clan’s army to capture me?"
"Since the Divine Clan exiled you to the earthly realm, why would they capture you again? From the moment you were exiled, you became a warrior of the Divine Clan, our comrade-in-arms."
"Hahaha..." The Hell Monarch let out a cold laugh. "Comrade-in-arms? Do you think the Demon Clan willingly exiled me to the earthly realm? They would have preferred to lock me in the Eternal Dark Prison forever. Do you even know what that place is? It’s a world of pitch-black void, unable to move, see, or feel, yet with vivid consciousness, unable to sleep. Surrounded by solitude for an eternity, every person imprisoned in the Eternal Dark Prison is gradually tortured until they go completely insane. If I hadn’t secretly mingled with the exiles, I would have already been locked in the Eternal Dark Prison. You tell me they are my comrades-in-arms? I, the Hell Monarch, have no comrades. Out of respect that we have common enemies, I will not kill you. Now leave."
"Lord Hell Monarch, but do you think that if you do not activate the Time-Space Gemstone, humanity will let you go?"
"Of course they won’t let me go, but I have Demon City to defend from within its walls. As long as I hold out for ten days, they won’t be able to do anything to me. I have an eternal life; at worst, I can simply outlast them..."
"Ten days? Hahaha... Lord Hell Monarch, no offense, but you might not even make it through today, let alone ten days."
The Hell Monarch’s aura suddenly surged, and his terrifying pressure pressed down like a mountain toward the black shadow. "What did you say? Say it again if you dare?"
"Even if you ask me ten times, my words remain the same. Lord, you might not even last the night. Do you know that this noon, three great superheroes from the White Eagle Country have arrived at the City of Angels? Do you know that the two war gods of the Polar Bear from Northern Europe have already arrived, along with the Jade Country’s Qing Emperor? Six experts on par with the Pope’s Unmatched Knight have arrived, along with thirty first-rate masters. This is in addition to the 300,000 Holy Knights of God’s Country. With such strength, how do you plan to hold out for ten days, Lord?"
"Impossible. The White Eagle Country hasn’t sent people to God’s Country for decades, and the Polar Bear has a hostile relationship with God’s Country; it’s impossible for them to help."
"Hell Monarch, do you still think you are fighting against God’s Country? Hahaha... How laughable. The moment you obtained the Time-Space Gemstone, you became the enemy of all mankind."
The Hell Monarch was suddenly silent.
"Lord Hell Monarch, you don’t have much time left to consider this. Humanity will launch an attack soon..."
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Several explosions sounded almost instantaneously as the Paradise Bird envoy’s voice faded, shaking the very foundations of Demon City.
"Master—" A cry of alarm arose as a black-armored warrior hurried in. "Master, the Holy Knights have begun their siege."
"Hold them off! Hold them off for at least ten days!"
"Yes!"
Without any hesitation, the black-armored warrior turned and rushed back out. Years of brainwashing had rendered any notion of disobedience impossible in the black-armored warriors. Yet, they knew in their hearts that with just over a thousand of their own and tens of thousands of Zombie Soldiers, defeating the 300,000 Holy Knights was impossible.
Zombie Soldiers, unfamiliar with the concept of death and trained by the Hell Monarch as tools, knew no fear. But in the face of absolute power disparity, what use were courage and fearlessness?
One black-armored warrior stood atop the battlements and furiously channeled Star Power to unleash a wide-ranging Star Martial Skill. But before his Star Martial Skill could be fired, at least five Holy Knights had already joined forces below to erect a defense barrier.
The Star Martial Skill struck the barrier to no avail, not even managing to ripple it. Suddenly, the black-armored warrior’s vision darkened as something seemed to flicker before his eyes.
Looking up, he saw a figure standing there, a sword carried on his back. Suddenly, he felt as though his body had become a funnel, his strength being devoured by some colossal black hole. Looking down, he saw a line of blood on his chest he hadn’t noticed before, and his body began to slide along it, slowly splitting in two.
Wang Lan and other Titled Strongmen moved like ghosts on the battlefield, appearing unpredictably beside each black-armored warrior, shattering all resistance, whether from a soft or a hard target.
With such a disparity in strength, this was a battle of overwhelming advantage, the likes of which Wang Lan had never fought. No wonder people often spoke of an exhilarating feeling of ’steamrolling’ the enemy.
Not twenty minutes into the battle, the Holy Knights had already reached the gates of Demon City. Demon City was a domain fortress crafted by the Hell Monarch himself, made from unknown materials of immense durability. Wang Lan tentatively struck out with his Zanpakuto, leaving behind only a faint scratch on the city gate.
The gate’s durability was comparable to a full-strength blow from the Gate of The Underworld—a testament to Demon City as an indestructible bastion in an ancient war.
"Wang Lan, let us handle this."
As the words fell, the space behind Wang Lan twisted, and the Qing Emperor silently appeared at the city gates. Simultaneously, at all four corners of Demon City, six top Star Soul Realm experts were in position.
Wang Lan stepped back as magnificent Star Power burst forth from the Qing Emperor. Terrifying Star Power converged from all directions, gathering into a cyan energy sphere in front of him.
Wang Lan sensed similar energy spheres, six in total, surrounding Demon City. The energy sphere in the Qing Emperor’s hands initially measured over ten meters in height, but it was compressed in an instant, shrinking to fit between his palms.
The energy was so vast and yet compressed to such a small size that the resulting blast could rival a nuclear bomb. It is not without reason that Star Soul Realm experts are called human-shaped nuclear bombs.
BOOM!
With a forceful push of his palm, the Qing Emperor unleashed a terrifying burst of energy that struck the gates of Demon City. After briefly resisting, the gates suddenly exploded. The energy beam continued its course uninterrupted, melting away hordes of Zombie Warriors behind the gates; some even vaporized instantly and disappeared.
The gates had been breached, and the Holy Knights, ready and waiting, erupted into cheers.
"Holy Knights! Charge!"
AWOO!
In the center of Demon City, the Hell Monarch, his face gloomy, suddenly looked up. A white light rushed toward him. The beam, shooting from the gate, hit the Hell Monarch’s inner palace with unerring accuracy.
The Hell Monarch’s face was expressionless as he let the energy ball approach him. Suddenly, the energy seemed to hit an invisible barrier and exploded. One side of the inner palace roof was blown off into the sky.
The Paradise Bird envoy crept out from behind a pillar, a trace of panic visible on his face. "Lord Hell Monarch, Demon City has fallen! What are you hesitating for at this time?!"
The Hell Monarch slowly floated up. Waving his hand gently, the black pool at his feet began boiling violently, as if it had been set on fire. Amidst the churning, a body slowly rose.
When the Paradise Bird envoy saw the body, his eyes narrowed sharply, and a deep fear registered on his face.
"An Angel?"
The body that the Hell Monarch pulled out from the black pool had two pairs of pitch-black wings. If not an Angel from legend, what else could it be?
Angels fundamentally differ from humans: humans are mortals, Angels are divine. There’s a legend about a powerful Star Martial Skill within the lost secrets of the Heaven God Sect called the Angel Form. If one masters this Star Martial Skill, they can temporarily transform and gain divine strength.
However, this Star Martial Skill had been lost for thousands of years.
Millennia ago, Angels would often descend to Earth to bless humanity, vanquish disasters, and cure diseases. However, no Angel has appeared in nearly 10,000 years, and it has become widely accepted that Angels are mere figments of human imagination and not real.
Only the followers of the Heaven God Sect still believe that Angels reside within Eden to this very day.
That a mythical creature from the legends had materialized in front of him caused a great shock to the Paradise Bird envoy. If Angels existed, could Gods of Heaven actually exist as well?
Observing the shock in the Paradise Bird envoy’s eyes, the Hell Monarch was quite satisfied.
"Angels... really exist?" The Paradise Bird envoy managed to speak, his face still frozen in disbelief.
"Do you think that because there was no tale of Angels descending to Earth in nearly 10,000 years, Angels are just a creation of human imagination? Angels did indeed exist. They are not an alien race but originated from humanity itself. After cultivating the Angel Form passed down by the God of Heaven to the third stage, one completely transforms into an Angel. Angels possess long lives; even the lowest-ranked Power Angels have a lifespan of at least a thousand years.
"Unfortunately, thousands of years ago, all Gods of Heaven, including every Angel, were annihilated by the Demon God. I found records of that war in the scriptures of the Demon Clan, and two thousand years ago, I discovered this intact body of a Battle Angel in the God War Land.
"It’s a pity that this is the only complete body; if I had found a body of a Seraph, it would have been even more perfect. It took me two thousand years to soak the body with Devil Liquid, transforming it into a Fallen Angel.
"You ask what I’m relying on, hehehe... Does this count?"
As the Hell Monarch spoke, he suddenly turned into smoke and entered the mouth of the Fallen Angel. The Paradise Bird envoy’s eyes widened in amazement as he stared at the Angel in front of him. Suddenly, the wings of the Fallen Angel trembled slightly.
Though the wings were severely damaged, looking like beaten wild grass, no matter how unsightly, an Angel was still an Angel.
THUMP.
A heavy heartbeat echoed as the Angel, its eyes closed, suddenly opened them to reveal pitch-black irises, devoid of any whites.
The Hell Monarch slowly walked out of the blood pool. The Devil Liquid from the pool soared and coiled around him, forming jet-black armor.
Meanwhile, the roar of battle outside was drawing near, as if it would break into the inner palace at any moment.
The Hell Monarch took a light step forward, his figure turning into a streak of light and disappearing. When he reappeared, he was standing on the rooftop of the inner palace. With a mere lift of his hand, a terrifying energy wave swept across.
The charging Holy Knights were suddenly as if they had hit a meat grinder, dissolved by unseen blades. In just a moment, thousands of Holy Knights were reduced to ash, leaving the street they had charged down completely empty.
