Pirate Kingship-Chapter 830 - 506: Harvest and the Happiest Way to Die

Since Barbutila left the Tribunal years ago, he has lived in comfort for many years without engaging in battles, making his adaptability noticeably rusty, though his basic combat instincts remain.

The Bishop's Authority Ring in his hand emitted a silver holy light, instantly amplifying his power to the Fifth Order Legend, as he swiftly retreated while chanting prayers:

"Saint Michael, you who lead the angels, please intercede for me!

Saint Michael, you who guard the Orthodox Church, please intercede for me!

Saint Michael, you who conquer devils, please intercede for me!

Saint Michael, you who collect souls, please intercede for me..."

The overwhelming holy light of the Fifth Order resonated with the increasingly bright cross behind him, and a divine and majestic aura suddenly descended onto the Bone Cathedral.

The cathedral, crowded with tens of thousands of skeletons, seemed to quietly connect to another realm, suddenly becoming spacious.

Although his chanting appeared cumbersome, in reality, his words were clear and he chanted with extreme speed.

At the moment when Vanessa wielded the Secret Arcane Art [Witch of Angel Hunting] that seemed able to sever everything in the world.

In the sky filled with holy light, a portal of light appeared, and suddenly two golden staffs emerged from it, appearing right in front of the sword light.

It turned out to be two low-grade twin-winged angels transformed from Martyred Spirits rushed out from behind the portal, desperately blocking in front of Barbutila, attempting to stop the sword light from continuing.

Clang——!

Unfortunately, the Secret Arcane Art [Witch of Angel Hunting] enabled Vanessa to harness the aura of calamity to enhance herself, exhibiting power that far exceeded her body's limits.

As long as the surrounding aura of calamity was strong enough, she could hunt angels with a mortal body!

These twin-winged angels were essentially just slightly advanced Heroic Spirits, their power far from enough to counter Vanessa's Secret Arcane Art.

In an instant, they were neatly sliced in half by the sword light, turning into golden and silver light particles that disappeared into the air.

Then more twin-winged angels flew out of the light portal, shouting the holy name of the "Lord of Thousands Armies", fearlessly and successively charging towards the sword light.

Amidst the flying light particles, others finally saw the true form of the "authentic" angels clearly.

Overall, they indeed looked more humanoid than the angels described in the Gospel of Heaven, but the strength was limited.

With wings growing from their backs, their entire bodies were gold and silver, faces wearing a mask fixed in an expression of fanaticism, they seemed devoid of personal emotion, and both hands and feet were bird claws, more like winged humans than angels.

In the midst of the sacredness, there was an indescribable bizarreness and horror, and for the bystanders, the fear overshadowed the reverence.

The cracking of the Creator apparently also severely affected the normal angelic form, causing a similar imbalance of "Divinity" and "Beastliness" within them.

If seen outside, not saying they are angels but instead some "birdman" grotesque, many people would certainly believe it wholeheartedly.

Cardinal Archbishop Barbutila was long accustomed to this sight, taking advantage of the continuously self-sacrificing Low Order Angel Legion, he hurriedly finished the final prayer:

"Saint Michael, Archangel, in the days of war, protect me.

I humbly pray, may the Lord rebuke the devil. Lord of the armies, I implore you, by the Lord's power, to cast into hell Satan and the other evil spirits who wander the mortal world, luring souls to ruin!"

The cross behind emitted a bright light, revealing an image of a six-winged figure. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

After the Church's decisive battle with the God of Funerals Gris, believers who survived in each country saw an angel standing at the spire of a church, wiping the blood from a sharp sword, and then sheathed the sword.

The clergy enlightened them, indicating that the plague had completely ended, and the Archangel would continue to protect God's lambs.

In fact, the Archangel indeed left a shadow within the silver crosses of the twelve Bone Cathedrals, able to provide "Saint Descent" at critical moments.

Clang! Clang! Clang!...

At the end of the final prayer, the bells of Heaven rang.

A pure white Seraphim illusion, with six wings, like a radiant sun, leapt from the cross and rushed into Barbutila's body.

Six wide, pure white wings grew from his back, and a blazing sharp sword appeared in his hand.

His face became exceedingly indifferent, Barbutila's own face seemed as if wearing a mask of cold marble, with just a lift of a hand, he firmly blocked Vanessa's [Witch of Angel Hunting] with the Holy Sword.

The invisible blade could no longer advance.

"Ugh～"

However, the recently descended Barbutila with the Archangel illusion inside him suddenly seemed to smell something nauseating, retching continuously.

Even the increasingly ill Margaret and her companions saw the clear expression of "disgust" on his marble-like rigid face.

The synchronization rate between the spirit and the flesh also greatly decreased as a result.

Evidently, although this Archangel illusion retained only the combat instincts.

Reached to such an angelic level must strictly adhere to the Eight Great Virtues and all commandments like a Holy Knight, naturally strongly opposing to being possessed by Barbutila, a "character with all five poisons".

Experiencing sudden physical discomfort was understandable.

If the true Archangel with self-awareness were here, he would likely turn his head and first burn Barbutila, the church's malignant tumor, to ashes.

Regrettably, discomfort aside, the hand holding the sword remained as steady as steel.

The might of the Bishop's Authority Ring saved him from death.