From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 71 Psalms, Arias, and Melodies
"Me, De, Fa?" Jeff was completely dumbfounded when he heard this name!
He certainly didn't know the name Baphomet, but no American would not know the name Michael!

Because this name is the name of the most important angel in the Bible, and it is also the name of the protagonist in myths and legends that everyone can hear!

He is the guardian in Exodus, the merciless angel who destroyed the army that invaded Jerusalem, the true hero who fought against Satan, the executor of the Last Judgment, and the chief of the angels of death!

He is God's messenger, a terrifying being capable of traversing Hell alone, and a true archangel who is invincible from the moment he appears!

Most importantly, white Americans, predominantly Anglo-Saxons, clearly know that the flag of England and its guardian angel is Michael!
This name is almost engraved in everyone's heart, and it made him bow down with utmost sincerity at the first moment!

Those who bowed down with him included the prison guards, staff, and prisoners!

After all, this person already possessed an immense aura and a pair of holy white wings upon their appearance, coupled with their almost thoughtless reprimands of demons, leading many to believe in their identity.

Moreover, they all knew that with an archangel present, they shouldn't be sacrificed.

In any case, they survived.

This is the most crucial point: death departs, and heaven descends!
Jeff felt his heart pounding; there couldn't have been a more important moment in his life than today!
He saw demons and angels descending. His previous skepticism about faith was completely overturned under these circumstances, and he became a devout believer.

Baphomet felt a surge of anger and stared intently at the man. "When did you arrive?"

“I came after you sacrificed your servants!” Michael said contemptuously. “Baphomet, you’re still so impatient. Even if it breaks the contract, you still have to come and see the human world!”

"Damn it!" Baphomet felt a surge of anger. The other party had arrived so early; hadn't everything he had done made him look like a clown?
This angel was watching him from beginning to end, and decisively intervened at the final stage of his guidance of the knight's fall, allowing him to complete a spiritual cleansing!

This is too much like the Bible, making the devil feel endless hatred!

“I should thank you for finding such a saint in this prison!” Michael raised his hand and said slowly. These words were tantamount to slapping Baphomet in the face again!

It's just that he has no face, otherwise he probably would have been slapped until his skin was swollen.

A human bait originally intended to manipulate the knight Leon and further corrupt him has become the body capable of carrying an 'angel'—isn't that another kind of irony?

Moreover, the word "saint" can never be used casually; it is a term exclusive to the Church, signifying the revival of certain special rituals or even the Vatican's organizational structure!

Upon hearing these words, the demon's expression immediately became uncertain, indicating that he was truly in serious trouble.

"Alright, I've said enough. It's time for me to destroy this place!" Baphomet suddenly changed the subject, smiling as he said, "You didn't actually think I was having a nice chat with you, did you?"

He walked back to the towering throne, the anger, resentment, and displeasure he had just felt vanished from his face as if they had never existed.

“Your arrival has indeed surprised me, Michael! But so what? This island has been locked down, destruction has begun, and unless you choose to drain the bodies of two saints, you cannot stop the destruction of this island if you cannot project enough power!”

A smug expression returned to his face; being able to outwit Archangel Michael made him feel extremely pleased!

Upon hearing this, Michael's white eyes swept over everything before him, and he said decisively, "Baphomet, I will seize your soul and send you to the Seventh Heaven, where you will forever be trampled upon!"

“Michael, don’t think that just because you won the war in hell, I will be afraid of you!” Upon hearing this, Baphomet was clearly provoked and shouted.

Although that's what he said, even the most mentally challenged prisoners in the jail could tell from his bluster that he was actually weak.

Sure enough, the next second he tore open a red spatial rift in front of everyone and stepped into it: "You won't have a chance!"

The crack closed in the next second, and the demon's figure disappeared.

But the destruction had already begun!

The enormous demon throne slowly rose up, then violently opened before their eyes, spewing out scorching lava like a volcanic eruption!
And in almost a second, it surged more than ten meters!

In a very short time, the lava swallowed up the prison's only exit, including the gap in the adjacent wall, which was also quickly engulfed.

Now, it is heading deeper into the prison!
The prison guards and prisoners who had been watching this scene were completely thrown into a panic at this moment!
Looking at the surging lava, they could only run deeper into the prison.

During this time, there is no distinction between prison guards and prisoners. The cells located at the deepest part of the prison become their only place of escape!
But three people didn't leave. Lyon and Michael didn't leave; they stood in the square, quietly waiting for the lava to arrive.

This heat is not enough to kill them.

As for the third person, it was Jeff on the roof. He was upstairs and didn't have time to come down, nor did he intend to. The scorching lava rushed down to the ground floor, engulfing the building closest to the prison entrance and cutting off Jeff's chance to leave.

He could only watch helplessly as the two people at his feet leaped up and appeared in front of him.

Looking at the man in the standard parachute suit in front of him, Leon seemed surprised. "Brother, where are you from?"

Looking at Leon and "Michael" beside him, Jeff became very excited and immediately said, "Knight, Your Majesty the Archangel, I am a streamer who came here to broadcast my adventure... I, I never expected to encounter something like this!"

Hearing this, Leon nodded slightly. "Then you should leave quickly, it's dangerous here!"

He saw a helicopter flying overhead; that must be Jeff's plane.

Jeff quickly said, "I can help with the rescue! My helicopter can hold a lot of people! I can call my helicopter over!"

He looked at Michael expectantly, "I can call in a lot of helicopters to rescue people, that way we can thwart that demon's plan, right?"

Jeff had already made up his mind; he was going to cling to the angels like Noah in the story of Noah's Ark.

If he could win the favor of just one angel, his life would be set!

Upon hearing this, Michael glanced with interest at the young man who had been observing from his vantage point, and shook his head slightly. "If you want to help, you must ask for nothing in return! Whatever is given, do not contend; whatever is withheld, do not ask!"

People in this world still value the exchange of benefits too much, but in the eyes of the truly "sacred," what they call benefits are not benefits at all!

Michael looked at Lyon, "Young knight, come to me!"

Leon rushed forward. He could feel the power on the other person that was completely of the same origin as his own. It was the power that truly belonged to the Seven Heavens, and its power was countless times greater than the holy marks on his body!

“What do you want?” Lyon said. “If my life can help keep the people here alive, please take it!”

This statement is the best response to Jeff. Jeff is a beneficiary, while Leon is the true contributor!
“Just as Baphomet said, because of the barriers of the world and the contract, I cannot project enough power. Therefore, to save these people, I need your power!” Michael said to Leon. “Feel it with your heart, summon it with your devotion, and call upon the Lord to come!”

"The deadly lava will engulf the entire city; the price of leaving here is the complete annihilation of the city!"

"When hymns, arias, and chants come together, they will summon the saints to descend!"

"This will be your only chance!"

Upon hearing this, Lyon nodded emphatically. "We will do our best, Your Majesty! Now, what do you need to do..."

Michael chuckled dismissively. "Baphomet still doesn't know me well enough, daring to say I can't catch him—"

"It seems that after all these years, they think my sword has become dull!"

He waved his hand, tearing open a scorching space, allowing the two to vaguely see a huge, panicked figure inside, and hear its terrified cry: "Michael, how dare you..."

Michael walked into the rift, sword in hand, and unleashed a sword beam that seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart. Then the rift closed, and the sound dissipated.

But the image of this archangel has already been etched into their hearts!

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