"Squeak squeak squeak..." Exaggerated, as if the cracking sound of a mast being torn apart in a violent storm, came from the point where the Orange Angel's hands and the back of the Power Angel's head met.
The Power Angel desperately swung its massive body.
It crawled on all fours like a mad giant wolf, trying to throw off the Orange Angel. The already exposed ground was plowed with deep grooves.
"This guy..." Pandora stood up, intending to stop the Orange Angel, but her vision was blocked by an equally massive figure.
Its fiery red body was covered in tattoos that flickered like flowing fire. Just breathing next to it made everyone subconsciously feel an unbearable, suffocating heat.
Just as a drop of cold sweat appeared on Pandora's forehead, it immediately evaporated with a sizzle, as if it had entered a hot pot.
"Beelzubub... don't be like this, I even held you when you were a child." Pandora forced a bitter smile.
The Red Angel, unaffected by Pandora's words, emitted a brilliant light. It raised its hands and charged towards Pandora like an unstoppable force.
Suddenly, a pungent smell of wormwood viciously ravaged Pandora's nostrils and mouth, and a dense alarm bell rang in her mind.
In an instant, Pandora jumped several tens of meters away.
She watched as a blue gust of wind brushed past the Orange Angel's body like a shroud. The Orange Angel, which seemed invulnerable, immediately began to disintegrate, with parts of it even turning into scattered pieces of meat, floating in the air.
"Black and white performance, first movement, "Tea Flower Sonata"."
Michael held his smoking pipe firmly in one hand, continuously chanting spells with his mouth, not caring that the blood from the top of his head was flowing to his lips.
- Michael didn't look like he was in good shape at all. A large portion of his head had caved in, and bright red blood flowed down from his forehead. The nerves in one side of Michael's eye seemed to be affected by the terrifying impact, causing his eye to unnaturally roll upwards.
With more than a decade of studying foreign science, Michael had not only reached the ionic level in programming magic, but also reached the pinnacle of mastery in worldly knowledge.
The destruction of cells through invisible radiation was also part of Michael's research.
"Second movement, Cholera Variation..."
The Orange Angel suddenly abandoned its attack on Pandora, who was already in a defensive position, and instead charged towards Michael, who was completely unprepared.
"Tsk, Slayer of the Red Dragon!" Seeing the angel, mutilated like a vengeful spirit, charging towards him, Michael's eyes flashed with panic as he quickly changed the incantation on his lips.
A fervent, burning cross burst out of Michael's hand that wasn't holding a staff. A crimson heat spread onto Michael's face along with the heat emitting from the cross.
An infinite surge of hot blood rolled through Michael's entire body, a sensation of great passion surged into his mind.
Can I still have this hot blood after experiencing all of that?
Michael couldn't help but yearn in his heart. In Michael's heart, the Forbidden Orchestra's four members embarking on a romantic journey with their swords was like a long-preserved candy wrapper.
Fermenting in his heart and sweet in his mouth.
"You give me..."
Sweetness in the mouth?
Before Michael could shout a war cry, a deep and mysterious sweetness broke through the throat and filled Michael's narrow mouth.
"Cough..." Michael thought that a gentle cough would not bring much blood, but as soon as she expelled her breath, the fresh blood flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, as if she had opened a faucet.
Michael turned her head and looked at her hand holding the flaming cross, which was now empty.
Well, except for the splashes of blood.
Pandora's face darkened as she watched this scene, which had only taken two or three seconds.
The red giant just extended its hand and turned it into the shape of an axe, then chopped off one of Michael's arms.
This was not a problem because angels of this level could become taller than mountains if they wanted to reveal their true form.
But it chose to become smaller and harder.
Angels were born with the ability to change form at will, a natural gift rather than magic.
So they could freely use this ability when in volcano mode.
Aside and dropback were not entirely considered magic either; they were a combination of magic and a computer algorithm.
So in volcano mode, these two types of magic could also be used by the two angels.
"The longer this drags on, the more troublesome it becomes. Not only will our stamina be worn down by its terrible recovery ability, but its volcano mode will gradually accumulate power. We can't even imagine the terrifying magic that Oedipus will unleash in the end..."
Pandora appeared by Michael's side in the blink of an eye, supporting her with one hand while healing her.
Meanwhile, the red angel calmly watched, even provocatively gesturing at Michael as if it were not in a hurry. And in this short amount of time, the wounds left by the two of them on the angel's body had already healed almost completely.
On the other side, the orange angel was still grappling with the strength angel, waiting for an opportunity to tear open the latter's neck.
"You can hear me, can't you, coward Maria?" the orange angel whispered in the strength angel's ear, not stopping its work.
"You must have exchanged a part of your body with the strength angel, right? That's why you can definitely hear me. The reason I'm so sure is because you are so afraid of death. You're afraid your fragile body will be your weakness."
The strength angel suddenly erupted, kicking off with both legs and smashing the ground, sending the orange angel flying into the sky.
"Where are you and the Warlord hiding? I can see you now, so why can't I see the Warlord?"
"You know, as long as we kill the mage, her angel will be self-destructive."
"Are you trying to lure me over here?"
"Are you saying the Warlord is hiding near you, sharpening his knife, waiting for me to arrive?"
The strength angel plummeted from a height of over ten meters, creating a massive meteor crater, and thick smoke and ash spread like a wolf tiger with the rising storm.
Around the top of the Ash Furnace Mountain, it seemed like two or three layers had been forcefully stripped away, looking desolate and decayed.
"To be honest, it's not enough of a warm-up," the orange angel casually walked out of the crater, patting the dust off its shoulders, not even bothering to glance back.
In the center of the pit was a fallen angel with its neck twisted two or three times. It had exhausted its strength.
"What a pity, Maria. It seems that your path of suffering is still long..." The orange angel twisted its neck and was about to walk out of the pit.
A shining white missile fell from the sky and hit the orange angel. However, it only left a white mark on the latter, bouncing off like a bullet hitting steel.
The orange angel staggered and quickly reached out to grab the missile, but missed.
Instead, the outstretched arm was grabbed by another slender and powerful white claw.
A dazzling halo, shining like daylight and radiant like stars, appeared before the orange angel's eyes.
The spot where the fallen angel had been lying was now empty.
"Lucifer, your death is the people's welfare."
A girl engulfed in white flames stood fearlessly in front of the orange angel.
