"Simply too lucky!"
The same words came from another woman, a woman in a red dress – Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was currently sitting inside a transparent bubble, a smile on her face as she watched the battle between Roy and Michael in the distance.
Ophelia, on the other hand, was sitting on the ground next to Elizabeth, pretending to drive an air car, her face still showing a look of relief, clearly still trapped in the illusion.
The transparent bubble surrounding the two women seemed to exist outside of this world.
In the illusion, Ophelia thought she was having a lucky break, escaping in a pickup truck.
After seeing the twelve-winged angel, this woman no longer had any intention of controlling the Witch Coven. She had also completely abandoned Mortel's body and now just wanted to find a secluded place to hide.
As long as she could find a reclusive witch to parasitize, Ophelia felt she could survive.
Ophelia wasn't a particularly talented witch. Her only noteworthy traits were a bizarre parasitic ability and thousands of years of survival experience. Otherwise, she wouldn't have completely disappeared from historical records.
The biggest thing this woman had probably ever done in her life was backstabbing her own mother, Lilith, so it wasn't surprising that she now had this idea of clinging to life.
However, Ophelia didn't know that everything she was currently seeing was a realistic illusion created by Elizabeth.
Of course, Elizabeth didn't really care about Ophelia. All her attention was focused on the battle between Roy and Michael in the distance.
Controlled by his inner demon, Michael was completely unaware that Elizabeth was observing from the sidelines of the battlefield. He was now single-mindedly focused on killing Roy and washing away the mistakes of the past.
Roy initially thought about trying to wake Michael up, but seeing that every move the angel made was aimed at killing him, his own temper started to rise.
However, the demon form was just too easily countered by angels. Not only was it easier to hit due to its large size, but the damage taken was also doubled. Roy was now covered in scorched marks from Michael's attacks.
These were all caused by the longsword Michael wielded, which was burning with holy fire.
Fortunately, Michael wasn't at his full strength either. After his battle with Samael and the injuries Roy inflicted that night, the Angel of Judgment was currently at his weakest.
It just looked intimidating, but his true strength was probably only comparable to a six-winged angel, just enough to suppress Roy in his demon form.
Otherwise, Roy would have already been diced into a million pieces by Michael.
This was also why Elizabeth was in the mood to observe from the sidelines; otherwise, she would have already intervened.
Roy felt that continuing like this was too disadvantageous, so he quickly switched forms and entered his angel form.
Seeing Roy in his four-winged archangel form, Michael was momentarily confused.
It wasn't just Michael who was confused; Elizabeth, watching from afar, also had an expression of disbelief.
A moment later, Elizabeth conjured a glass of red wine and started drinking it.
"Roy, oh Roy, how many more surprises will you bring me?"
After his initial confusion, Michael saw Roy's face. Roy's appearance in angel form hadn't changed much, so Michael, still controlled by his inner demon, quickly re-locked onto his target and flew towards Roy.
Roy in angel form was indeed no longer at an elemental disadvantage against Michael, but without the temporary stat boost from his demon form, he was now completely outmatched in terms of raw power.
To put it simply, Roy's attacks in angel form couldn't even break Michael's defense. After all, his main attack method in angel form was the release of holy light energy.
The problem was, how could the holy light released by a four-winged angel possibly harm a twelve-winged angel?
It would be a miracle if it worked!
So, Roy could only flap his light wings and ascend, trying to evade Michael's attacks.
Michael followed closely behind, and the two engaged in an ace dogfight, though it was mostly Roy getting beaten up.
Damn it! If only I could combine the stats of my demon form with the energy release of my angel form!
That way, Roy wouldn't just be able to take a beating; he'd have some power to fight back.
Could I possibly merge my demon and angel forms together?
A fantastical idea suddenly popped into Roy's head, but he didn't have a better option at the moment. If he could merge the two forms into one, then he might have a chance to counterattack.
If he couldn't, Roy's fate would definitely be grim.
Screw it!
Merging the two forms would take some time, so Roy directly unleashed his Fear Domain, hoping to control Michael for a moment.
However, Michael at this moment felt no fear, so the Fear Domain had no effect whatsoever.
Helpless, Roy had no choice but to unleash his Desire Domain.
This time, it finally worked. Michael's mental vulnerability once again became the weak point in his armor, giving Roy an opening.
Then, Roy began to merge his two forms.
The white energy came from the positive energy of the angel, and the dark red energy came from the negative energy of the demon.
The combination of the two energies caused Roy's heart to beat rapidly, and for a moment, he thought he was going to die.
But in reality, Roy's Nephilim bloodline had already given him the conditions to merge the two forms. It was just that Roy hadn't encountered an opponent like Michael before, so he hadn't considered this possibility.
Facing a completely helpless Michael, Roy finally thought of merging his angel and demon forms, becoming a true Nephilim.
Gray hair, gray pupils, and gray light wings.
Simultaneously possessing the stat enhancements of a demon and the energy release of an angel, the new form surprised Roy.
At this moment, Michael had just broken free from the Desire Domain, looking at the brand-new version of Roy with a face full of astonishment.
"Die!"
Michael drew a huge circle with his holy fire longsword, then unleashed a terrifying blast of holy light from left to right.
If it were the previous Roy, he would probably have been completely overwhelmed by this holy light.
But the current Roy directly released a gray chaos beam to clash with Michael's attack.
As the saying goes, in a beam clash, the one on the left always loses. Michael was on the left side, clashing beams with Roy, essentially courting death.
Therefore, the result of the beam clash was predictable.
Roy had been suppressed and beaten by Michael for over ten minutes, and his anger had long since reached its boiling point. He naturally wouldn't let Michael off the hook at this moment.
"Bastard, I've had enough of you!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Michael was stunned by the chaos beam, Roy grabbed Michael.
However, Roy couldn't bring himself to actually kill Michael, so he chose another way to punish him.
Rip!
The black nun's habit was easily torn apart by Roy. A look of fear appeared in Michael's eyes, and this familiar scene seemed to restore his senses.
"Black, what do you think you're doing?!"
"Scared? But it's too late!"
Michael wasn't weak enough to be rendered defenseless by a single chaos beam, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a hallucination.
Roy didn't know why Michael had suddenly stopped moving. He thought the angel had given up resisting, which was perfect timing since he was now fully prepared for battle.
Thwack!
Justice was once again pierced by sin.
Fighting Michael for the second time, Roy was much more clear-headed. The feeling wasn't much different from their first encounter.
The most obvious sign was that Michael was bleeding angel's blood again. This intense pain instantly brought Michael back to his senses.
At this point, Michael already smelled a conspiracy. It seemed someone was manipulating everything behind the scenes, causing the situation to become what it was now.
But the problem was, the Angel of Judgment didn't have time to think about it, because Roy had already begun his challenge, just like a few months ago.
"No, Black! You can't keep falling like this! Please!"
Facing an irresistible weapon, Michael's body went limp, unable to muster any strength, and could only desperately beg Roy.
However, Roy was currently furious and wouldn't listen to anything Michael said.
Gradually, a strange feeling surged into his heart, filling Michael with fear.
But Michael was, after all, possessing a human body, and some reactions were unavoidable.
At this point, the only thing Michael could do was maintain the purity of his heart to resist the changes in his physical body.
And so, Michael once again crossed his fingers and placed them on his chest in prayer.
Unfortunately, this action only made Roy's eyes turn bloodshot, sending him into a blood rage.
In the end, Michael couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan, which seemed to represent the defeat of the Angel of Judgment's will.
The two flew and fought, all the way through the troposphere and into the stratosphere.
Above them was the huge full moon, and below them were thick clouds. It was actually a very beautiful scene, but the combatants were in no mood to appreciate the stunning view.
The cold stratosphere couldn't extinguish the flames in Roy and Michael's hearts. The Nephilim and the angel had completely lost themselves.
Until they were about to reach some kind of critical point.
Feeling the immense changes in his body, Michael seemed to realize something, and his mind temporarily regained clarity for a moment.
"Don't!"
Boom!
Just like a shaken bottle of champagne, Michael was sent flying backward, the champagne-like liquid trailing behind him in a beautiful arc under the moonlight, just like that famous scene of the Crescent Moon Heavenly Rush.
(Homelander's Crescent Moon Heavenly Rush)
Then, a white phantom image appeared on Isabella's body and began to rapidly ascend.
Roy looked at the white phantom image in surprise, unsure what to say for a moment.
No way, right? No way?
Could it be that the Angel of Judgment Michael had been ejected from Isabella's human form by the Crescent Moon Heavenly Rush?
The ascending Michael looked at Roy with a complex gaze, and then his shadow began to disappear into the moonlight.
There was no time to think about Michael's problem, because Isabella had lost Michael's power and no longer had the ability to fly. She was now falling rapidly towards the ground.
Roy quickly dove down towards the earth and finally caught Isabella before she crashed.
Several cracking sounds were heard as Isabella's body still suffered multiple fractures.
The main reason was that Roy didn't have Superman's bio-field, so he couldn't catch Isabella perfectly intact, but he did manage to save her life.
Isabella looked at Roy with an expression of utter despair.
"Mr. Black, why did you save me? I am no longer pure, and even Lord Michael has left my body. Just let me die!"
Roy felt that Isabella truly had a death wish. Perhaps Michael's departure had been too great a shock for her, leading her to want to die.
The key now was to make Isabella feel like she wanted to continue living.
"You want to commit suicide? Suicide will send you to hell forever!"
In Christian doctrine, believers are not allowed to commit suicide. Those who do will go directly to hell without even going through judgment.
That's why many people possessed by demons choose to commit suicide to end their lives, so their souls will fall into the hands of demons.
Isabella's face was full of tears. She was indeed afraid to commit suicide, but she also had no hope of living, and could only lie in Roy's arms, weeping.
Roy didn't know how to persuade Isabella for a moment and could only take her back to heal her injuries, hoping that she might change her mind once she recovered.
At least Christians didn't need to worry about committing suicide.
"Listen, Isabella! I saved you, but not so you could die! You owe me a life now, and before you repay that debt, I won't allow you to die!"
Isabella looked at Roy with a shocked expression, seemingly not expecting such a statement.
But when dealing with stubborn people, you should use stubborn methods. Roy's words unexpectedly convinced Isabella.
The nun remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Mr. Black, I will repay this life!"
"You better!"
After Roy flew away, Elizabeth in the transparent bubble had a smile of successful conspiracy on her face.
"Hahaha! Michael, I never thought you'd have a day like this! It wasn't a wasted trip after all!"
That's right, Elizabeth was the one who interfered when Michael entered the illusion. She would never miss an opportunity to make the Angel of Judgment suffer.
Elizabeth was now in a very happy mood, as refreshed as if she had just drunk an ice-cold cola on a sweltering summer day.
"But I didn't expect Roy to be a Nephilim. That little guy was hiding it pretty well!"
After laughing enough, Elizabeth fell into thought.
Just at this moment, Ophelia woke up from the illusion created by Elizabeth and then saw her surroundings.
Instantly, Ophelia was plunged into endless fear.
"Ah! How could this be? Who exactly are you?!"
"Annoying!"
Ophelia's scream interrupted Elizabeth's thoughts, which greatly displeased the King of Sloth. With a flick of her finger, she sent Ophelia into a deep sleep.
After that, Elizabeth was no longer in the mood to continue thinking. She stretched and stood up.
"It's time to go back too! Oh right, little Roy seems to be under some kind of curse. What kind of trick should I use to mess with him? Hehe!"
The more she thought about it, the happier she became. Elizabeth flicked her fingers again, and a pitch-black cave appeared beside her. She grabbed Ophelia's body and jumped into the black cave.
The next second, Elizabeth was back in her manor in Waterfall Town, as if she had never left.
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