Ice Vapor Goddess

Chapter 43 The Iron Angel (Part 2)
Lightning and steel collided violently. The platinum knight was enveloped in blue lightning, but with a gentle flap of his wings, the cage of lightning shattered!
Those are the Wings of Holy Blood. The 120 wings are filled with bright red mercury, and each wing can be fired individually to replenish the fuel of other steel angels.

But it has another function—red mercury inhibits magic, and the 120 red mercury wings can form an interference array.

With a gentle wave, lightning scattered everywhere. The knight's power was also a kind of magic, only it was magic forged into his body.

"Logan!!" Siren shouted, his eyes filled with fear. He was prepared to die, but not prepared for someone else to die in his place.

He knew who was inside, of course. He had noticed it when they attacked him on the road that day. The old-fashioned knight was more serious than anyone else, as if he wanted to take all the responsibility on his own shoulders.

He had always wanted to do psychoanalysis for him, but he was too busy and didn't have time.

But if you miss it once, it seems like you'll never have time again.

He had no chance to regret it, for the chosen knight had already donned blazing armor, forged his body in fire, ignited the wrath of heaven, and then burned his existence to ashes.

Anyone who attempts to seize the power of the Kingdom of Heaven will suffer the torment of flames.

Logan did not answer him. The heavy scepter swept out. Ryan tried to block it, but his face changed drastically. Then, with a sound of bones breaking, he staggered backward and leaped out. The scepter smashed the hard marble and granite around him to pieces.

The Scepter of Order, the only weapon of the Archangel, is an extremely heavy scepter of adamantite, with a crystal of divine blood at its head.

Aside from its ability to amplify divine magic, its only characteristic is its weight—extremely heavy, so heavy that only the Archangel can lift it.

"boom!!!"

The broadcasting room was almost destroyed. Rein and the Archangel were locked in fierce combat, with lightning and holy light flashing alternately, while the thirty-odd guns next to them suddenly opened fire!
With a series of clanging sounds, all the bullets struck the shield in the archangel's left hand, while the rest were intercepted by the faintly appearing golden characters in the air.

【Proverb Guardian System】 is a rune replica of the famous divine spell 【Proverb Guardian】. As long as the red mercury churns and surges, divine thought will activate the rune array on the shield, blocking all high-speed flying objects, even deflecting cannonballs.

With a cold expression, Renn shook his fractured left hand, which was covered in scars. Each strike of the Archangel was accompanied by powerful divine will and holy fire, and even getting close would result in being scorched by the high temperature air. The immense power brought by steam and machinery was beyond what humans could withstand.

But blue plasma overflowed from the wounds, filling them in, like azure magical patterns spreading across his arms, making him appear majestic and solemn, and his eyes began to radiate electricity.

"Archangel..." He grinned and threw a punch, clashing fiercely with the platinum armor, before being sent flying backward.

However, a crack also appeared on the steel angel's arm armor.

"Logan? A regular knight? Will you risk your life to protect your bishop?" He stood up again, threw a punch, ducked to avoid the scepter, and then his fist, crackling with electricity and lightning, slammed into the right elbow joint!
The intense shockwave pierced through his armor, and Logan's right arm completely lost sensation. However, he remained expressionless and delivered a knee strike that sent Ryan flying through the ceiling.

"Cough cough!" Renn knelt on the second floor, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth. "As expected of armor only legendary knights can wear, I really can't take it head-on."

Logan kept switching filters: magic filter, heat source filter, heretical filter... and then the scepter suddenly pierced through the ceiling!

boom! ! !
A section of marble on the second floor collapsed, and amidst the dust and debris, Raine plummeted with plasma, his right prosthetic arm also beginning to pulsate—both fists slamming into the Archangel's helmet!
stab-

Violent lightning bolts shot out in all directions, like a sea of ​​thunder. The blue-purple lightning instantly devoured all the light, and all those below the rank of knight convulsed and fell to the ground.

Xilun stood with his feet firmly on the ground, and several bolts of lightning struck him, yet he was completely unharmed.

Feeling the unique texture of the soles beneath his feet—ever since he discovered that Rein's power was lightning, he had been wearing insulated rubber-wrapped leather shoes every day!
While this thing is almost useless against high voltage, it's not too difficult to protect against low voltage leakage.

“Jehovah Rapha!” he chanted in prayer, and Logan’s burns, which covered his body, began to heal somewhat.

His skin, burning hot and blistering, was healed by his divine sense, only to crack again under the high temperature of the steel. Recovery and damage treated Logan's body as a battlefield, fighting madly. The pain of rebirth and destruction twisted the expressionless knight's face.

The guards nearby spotted Xiren and opened fire on him, but all their shots hit the transparent barrier that had been set to "Stop."

Xiren hid behind the tables and chairs in the broadcasting room, gritting his teeth. After several rounds of divine spells, his divine sense was almost depleted, while Logan was still enduring the torment inside his armor—his battle with Renn was still undecided.

Since the breadth of divine power is based on the number of believers, then... let's give it a try!

He dashed to the radio in front of Ryan, three bullets whizzing past his body.

He recalled Ryan's movements and then flipped a switch.

The broadcast is connected again!
The piercing noise of battle instantly filled Speyside.

"Believers! If you still feel lost, if you suffer for life—the church will always stand there, and God will always wait for His suffering people!"

A hurried voice came over the loudspeaker.

The two knights' rifle bayonets blazed with fire as they thrust at Xilun, but Xilun controlled a ball of holy fire that flew to their faces, forcing them to cover their faces and pat the flames.

As he spoke, Xilun grabbed the end of the rifle barrel and then kicked the knight in the wrist, snatching the rifle away.

“It’s Sunday, 8 a.m.,” he said.

"Bang!" He pulled the trigger, but unfortunately, he had no accuracy at all and missed the head he was aiming at by several meters.

"May the Holy Light bless me so I can hit the target next time—oh wait, I mean, I'm supposed to have Sunday Mass today."

He discarded the rifle, for he had no idea how to use it, and pulled a short-barreled shotgun that he had prepared beforehand from the bishop's black robes.

However, instead of pulling it out from under his robe, he jumped a few times on the spot, causing the gun to fall out from under his robe.

"Unfortunately, I'm quite busy today, Joseph. Could you preside over a Mass for me? I'll grant you the position of temporary priest."

A shotgun fired by Siren caused numerous blood spots to erupt from the body of the knight in front of him. After all, he was not a royal knight who could withstand bullets with his bare body, and he was still weak in the face of firearms.

"Hallelujah!"

he shouted.

The next moment, lightning shattered the brass loudspeaker. Raine, his face grim, was then sent flying by the Archangel's staff.

Siren shrugged and fired another shot, blasting back another knight who tried to approach.

Joseph, wrapped in a white robe, made his way to the church through the wind and snow, where many believers had already gathered silently outside the oak doors, wrapped in thick felt blankets.

He walked forward step by step.

The line in front of us gradually parted.

He walked through the path cleared by the believers, like a divine messenger under their protection. People watched him in silence, their faith manifesting as heavy gazes upon him.

For the first time, Joseph felt that faith could be heavier than his own body fat.

It was even heavier than wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)