Chapter 020: Strength and Weakness

Sparitis’s expression grew increasingly solemn. Initially, when facing Gannon, he had shown some disdain and anger, but now he saw nothing of that. He sighed softly, a hint of helplessness appearing on his beautiful face. “Lord Toronus, how much do you still remember from those days?”
A flash of anger crossed Gannon’s face as he said, “I should remember everything. If it weren’t for that shot from behind you, how could the mighty Lord Demon be defeated by those despicable scoundrels?”
“Very well… We will eventually settle this matter. But aside from that, what else do you remember from those days?” Sparitis sighed.
A flash of anger appeared on Gannon’s face as he said in a deep voice, “That day, when the Lord Demon was defeated, although I witnessed the gods’ final seal, I was soon sealed myself. What more could I possibly know?”
Sparitis sighed and said, “I see… Then let me tell you, Lord Toronus… After sealing the Lord Demon, the gods declared that one day he would return to the world. To prepare for that day, they granted me the power to seal him in the future… Perhaps today is that appointed day. Either you send me back to the High Priest to rescue the Lord Demon, or let the Lord Demon sleep forever. Lord Toronus, you must understand this is the last—and only—chance… From now on, I will hold back no longer… And please, Lord Toronus, don’t be polite… Our fates, entangled for thousands of years, can finally find a perfect ending here!”
Gannon nodded and said, “Very good… Since you say so, I’ll do as you wish!”
With that, Gannon raised his head abruptly, letting out a fierce roar. A pair of smooth wings appeared behind him, and his robe burst open, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscles beneath.
The two stared at each other without saying another word. Meanwhile, Du Fan, hiding behind the door, suddenly changed expression. He quickly reached out and struck Ling Yin on the back of the head, knocking her unconscious on the spot. Staring at the two in the air, he sighed softly and murmured, “Watching angels fight and hearing about the secrets of the heavens is fun here, but this time… trouble has arisen!”

An inexplicably powerful pressure had descended upon Du Fan. His strength was not enough, and as he stood too close to these two angelic beings in battle, although neither of them targeted him directly, their immense aura filled the entire space. If Du Fan hadn’t absorbed the Divine Origin, this invisible confrontation would have instantly shattered his mental strength. Fortunately, with the Divine Origin as a backing, though the intense mental pressure was unbearable, it wasn’t enough to kill him.

This was also why he knocked Rinne out right away. Although Rinne was a level-8 warrior, in front of these two angels, she was likely as insignificant as an ant. If Du Fan’s guess was correct, these two angels’ strength had probably reached the legendary Saint level, or even beyond.

He smiled bitterly inwardly. Most people might only encounter a Saint once in their lifetime, yet he had seen two in one go, plus Chenchen, who was likely also at half-Saint level. His luck when it came to the Saint level was truly remarkable!

Yet under such circumstances, Du Fan dared not take any unnecessary risks. His mental strength formed a small shield around the two of them, barely resisting the mental pressure from the angels. Even so, he continued to smile bitterly—he was like a lone boat in a storm, ready to sink at any moment. He could only hope that Lord Gannon, the Angel Toronus, would consider him still useful and protect him a bit. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to hold on!

From just now until now, though it had been less than a few seconds, he had already gone through countless near-death experiences. It was truly an inexplicably dangerous situation!

The two figures facing each other in the sky finally moved. Gannon’s wings behind him fluttered slowly, each movement in rhythm with the air around him, without creating even the slightest airflow. If not for those standing there who could see it with the naked eye, almost no one could detect his presence.

“Hmph!”

Gannon suddenly sneered, and his Demon God Axe paused slightly. Just that pause caused the surrounding space to ripple, as if the air itself were shaking.

Sparitis sighed, swinging his Desire Angel Spear violently. A burst of light erupted from the spearhead, seemingly trying to resist the encroachment of that strange force. His slight movement stirred up a howling wind around him—each gust was bitterly cold, and every sound resembled a dull thunderclap. Eventually, these winds turned into fierce storms that swept toward Gannon.

Gannon’s expression grew grim, his veins on his forehead pulsing. He took a shallow breath but remained motionless in midair, though the blood-red flames on his Demon God Axe flickered slightly.

The two angelic figures, one still and the other in motion, seemed to have reached the pinnacle of their strength. Watching from below, Du Fan felt his chest tighten; he almost vomited. Yet he knew well that battles of this scale were not something one could see often, and witnessing such a fight would be invaluable for breaking through to the Saint rank in the future.

In midair, Gannon’s expression grew even more solemn. As he endured the fleeting storms, he suddenly let out a low sigh and stepped forward.

Seeing this, Sparitis frowned. His left hand moved swiftly, unleashing dozens of beams of holy light that converged and struck toward Gannon.

Despite this, Gannon remained motionless. As Sparitis’s attacks, each infused with concentrated holy power, rushed toward him, his Demon God Axe trembled slightly, emitting a chanting-like hum. Instantly, several silent explosions occurred—the holy lights in front of him burst like fireworks. With this single move, Gannon blocked most of Sparitis’s attacks, though a few beams still struck his body.

As those holy lights neared Gannon, he remained still, only letting out a low groan before several “whoosh” sounds were heard.

Several strands of blood-red light flashed across Gannon’s body, blocking those holy lights. Like blood, these red strands seemed destined to be swallowed by the holy light, but unexpectedly, they shattered those beams into fragments.

“Magic!?”

Du Fan frowned slightly from below. He had seen Rinne use similar techniques before, but now they were used by Gannon—his power was unknown, but in terms of control over magic, Rinne was far superior to Gannon, let alone himself.

But judging from Gannon’s appearance, he didn’t need any spells or gestures at all—witchcraft was already enabling him to act instantly. Though it was unclear whether this was the ultimate expression of power, just the ability to act instantly was undoubtedly extraordinary. It was just unknown how he managed it. If he could learn it, even without magic scrolls, his strength would likely reach an extremely terrifying level.

After pondering for a moment, Du Fan couldn’t figure out how Gannon did it. He put that doubt aside for now and focused on watching further.

Gannon slowly walked toward Spalitis in mid-air. Spalitis’s beams of holy light were either silently blocked by Gannon’s Demon God Axe or dissolved by his witchcraft. Although each step Gannon took was extremely difficult, he kept closing in on Spalitis.

This fighting style might seem ordinary, but anyone who was careless would likely fall into an irreparable abyss.

Spalitis’s expression grew increasingly grave. The Desire Angel Battle Spear in his hand suddenly spun and pointed at Gannon, as he murmured, “God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light!”

With that gentle strike, everything around them seemed to lose its color in silence. The distance between the two was originally less than ten meters, but with that strike, everything around them became infinite. Even that short distance was filled with vast landscapes and snowy seas, while the rest turned into a realm of pure light.

Compared to this move, everything before it was child’s play. With his supreme divine power, Spalitis had forcibly altered all the rules of space and time around him, as if a god were creating the world.

That short distance of ten meters now felt like the ends of the earth.

Gannon stopped, glanced around, then suddenly vanished from his spot. Moments later, he reappeared in front of Spalitis. But before he could speak, everything around them trembled again, returning to that vast distance.

Gannon’s eyes flickered. He took a few slow steps forward, looked up at Spalitis once more, only to find that the distance between them remained unchanged.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled softly and said, “I see. Spalitis, this must be your Holy Rank domain, right? After all these years, you’ve finally reached this stage. I suppose if it weren’t for my arrival, you would have soon broken through to the Holy Rank and achieved a domain?”
Book 12: Desire and Ambition