Minecraft starter table changer, join chat group

Just then, a third masked monster suddenly rushed out from the shadows, moving so fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and with one claw, it sent Lin Qiye flying.

Lin Qiye slammed heavily against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. A wave of excruciating pain instantly swept through his body, as if every bone had been shattered and reassembled. His consciousness began to blur, and the aura of death grew stronger.

"Is this the end?" he thought with difficulty. "My aunt is waiting for me to come home for dinner..."

Jiang Qian's desperate screams echoed in his ears, and Lin Qiye guessed that she might have been captured by the monster.

At this critical moment, a strange energy suddenly erupted from Lin Qiye's body. The energy was warm and powerful, instantly dispelling the chill of death.

His eyes suddenly snapped open, and two beams of golden light shot straight into the sky, illuminating half the city.

At the same time, he sensed a dazzling golden light shooting out from behind him, even more intense than the light in his eyes.

Then, two enormous figures appeared in the night sky.

The first figure was extremely familiar to Lin Qiye—it was Archangel Michael, the very person who had made him lose his sight ten years ago when he looked into his eyes.

His enormous body radiated a holy glow, six pairs of pure white wings spread across the night sky, and his golden armor reflected a sacred majesty.

The second figure, however, struck Lin Qiye as unfamiliar and shocking.

It was a cube-shaped figure covered entirely in golden cube armor, seated atop a golden throne constructed from countless shimmering cubes. His eyes emitted a white light that dared not be looked at directly.

Although that being resembles a human in form, it gives people a sense of disconnect from reality.

They seem to be creatures from another dimension, more like characters that crawled out of some pixelated game.

However, the oppressive aura and energy emanating from Him made others dare not underestimate Him.

Two figures faced each other in the night sky, their golden light merging and illuminating the entire night sky of Cangnan City. The aftershocks from the point where the two divine energies converged were enough to incinerate the masked men into ashes.

Zhao Kongcheng, who was rushing towards them from afar, and the other members of the Cangnan City Night Watchmen team were all drawn to the figure in the sky.

They sensed that the figure in the sky possessed energy far exceeding that of the Klein realm.

So, this could be two gods!

Wait, isn't one of the figures the Seraph Michael, number 003 on the moon?

He was already among the most powerful of the gods, so what kind of god was that golden-armored cube-shaped figure sitting on the golden throne opposite Him, whose aura was even stronger than Michael's?

Chapter 227 Michael VS Blocky Emperor

Boundless divine power intertwined and collided in the sky, and golden light swept across the entire Cangnan City like a tsunami.

The divine realms of Michael and the cube god collided, creating countless golden ripples that seemed to tear the entire night sky apart.

Mortals are like ants before this divine power.

The earth began to tremble violently, and the windows of distant high-rise buildings shattered. The distant sea surged with towering waves, and the coastline receded dozens of meters in an instant.

Cars in the city suddenly stalled, and the entire electrical system failed. Streetlights flickered a few times before going out completely, plunging the entire city into darkness, with only the terrifying golden light in the sky illuminating the chaos.

The watchmen who rushed to the scene were pressed down by an invisible pressure, making it difficult for them to move. Many members even knelt down and trembled uncontrollably.

"This is a war between gods!" Si Xiaonan murmured, his eyes filled with fear and awe.

"What did you say? Gods?!" Hongying asked in surprise.

"Yes, and both of them are!"

Michael hovered high in the sky, his six pairs of pure white wings flapping behind him, each flap generating strong air currents that tore the clouds apart.

His gaze was cold and majestic as he stared at the mysterious figure seated on the golden cube throne opposite him.

This was the first time Archangel Michael had encountered a deity in such a form.

The opponent's entire body was made of cubes, and although its shape was strange, it exuded a powerful aura that far surpassed that of other gods, even more powerful than Him.

Michael became wary and slowly drew his holy sword.

The moment the blade appeared, it was as if a celestial fire had ripped through the night sky, igniting even the air itself. Golden flames surrounded the holy sword, their heat enough to raise the temperature within a radius of several kilometers.

The blocky god remained motionless, its strange, pixelated form seemingly out of place in this world.

Countless tiny cubes float beneath the golden throne, each shimmering with a strange light, like symbols of some unknown civilization circulating among them.

He simply sat quietly, gazing indifferently at Michael's every move.

The archangel felt an unprecedented pressure. The hidden power emanating from the cube god gave rise to a strange feeling within Him—fear.

As an archangel, He had never experienced such emotions. Even when facing the most powerful enemies, He had never wavered, but at this moment, this strange sense of fear surged into His heart like a tide.

The two divine forces collided once again.

The sky seemed to have been torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, revealing the deep cosmos behind it. The dark universe was dotted with glittering stars, as if countless cold eyes were watching this battle of the gods.

Michael finally made his move, wielding his blazing holy sword. A golden sword aura pierced the sky, pointing directly at the cube god.

The sword energy was imbued with His divine power, and wherever it passed, even space itself was distorted, molecular structures were cut and destroyed, and the sword energy left a shocking crack in the void.

However, the blocky god merely raised his hand slightly, and the sword energy that seemed capable of destroying everything vanished instantly before it touched his fingertips, turning into nothingness.

Lin Qiye, on the ground, felt something within his body being awakened.

Then a dazzling golden light flashed in his eyes. This inexplicable power then rapidly flowed through his limbs and bones, causing every cell to tremble.

"What... is going on?" Lin Qiye was surprised to find that blurry light and shadow gradually appeared in the dark world in front of him.

For the first time in ten years, he saw the light.

The dilapidated alleyway, Jiang Qian lying unconscious on the ground, and the figures rushing towards them in the distance—everything was blurry yet vividly presented before my eyes.

Although only the general outline could be discerned, it was an enormous surprise for Lin Qiye, who had not seen the light for ten years.

"I can see?" He stretched out his hand in disbelief, looking at the blurry outline of his palm.

Above the sky, the battle situation remains clear.

Michael had never encountered such a powerful opponent.

The blocky god's power far exceeded His expectations; every attack He launched was easily neutralized. Meanwhile, His opponent remained calm, never even truly retaliating.

This one-sided suppression made Michael feel even more humiliated and fearful.

When He decided to launch a full-scale attack regardless of the consequences, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly struck. Michael's intuition told Him that if the fight continued, destruction awaited Him.

This powerful deity unusually chose to retreat.

Six pairs of wings suddenly unfurled, and the archangel's figure blurred rapidly before vanishing into the void and returning to the lunar realm.

As Michael departed, the blocky god began to withdraw his golden light, and the cracks in the sky gradually closed.

He glanced at Lin Qiye one last time, and then, along with the golden throne, gradually vanished as if he had never existed.

Lin Qiye felt a warm current flow through his body, and the pain he had suffered in the battle just now disappeared instantly.

Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of power; he felt light yet full of strength, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

But at the same time, a strong feeling of hunger struck, and his stomach rumbled in protest.

"I'm so hungry!" Lin Qiye rubbed his stomach.

"What on earth is going on?" he muttered to himself. "Could it be because of those two gods?"

Just as Lin Qiye was trying to sort out his thoughts, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind him.

When the night watchman Zhao Kongcheng arrived at the scene, he looked around warily before finally fixing his gaze on Lin Qiye.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Kongcheng asked as he stepped forward.

He noticed that Lin Qiye's eyes still shimmered with a faint golden light, which was a trace of divine power left behind.

The remains of the demon-faced monsters, crushed by the aftershocks of divine power, were scattered all over the ground, proving that everything that had just happened indeed originated from here.

"I'm fine," Lin Qiye replied, feigning calmness.

"What was that just now?" Zhao Kongcheng asked directly, his expression serious. "I sensed two divine power fluctuations, one was Michael, and the other... was completely unfamiliar."

He stared into Lin Qiye's eyes, his voice low: "And both of these forces seem to be connected to you."

Lin Qiye remained silent for a moment, equally confused; everything had happened so suddenly. But instinct told him he couldn't reveal too much, at least not before he understood the situation.

“I don’t know,” he replied briefly.

Zhao Kongcheng keenly observed Lin Qiye's every move, but said nothing more.

But he already had a guess in his heart—this young man must be a chosen one, and possibly a dual chosen one whom he had never heard of before.

The situation has now exceeded expectations, and he needs to be brought back to headquarters for examination and protection as soon as possible.

Zhao Kongcheng stepped forward and said sincerely, "Join the Night's Watch. We need someone like you."

"What is a Night Watchman?" Lin Qiye asked, puzzled.

“An organization that protects humanity from supernatural threats,” Zhao Kongcheng explained briefly. “The monster you encountered tonight is just the weakest of them.”

"Sorry, I'm just a high school student who wants to live a normal life." Lin Qiye refused decisively. "I don't want to get involved in these dangerous events. I almost died just now."

He pointed to the dark alley behind him, "Let's talk about it later, I'll go get my schoolbag first."

Zhao Kongcheng hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, telling him to go get the items. He turned to check on the other injured classmates, confirming that Jiang Qian had only fainted from shock and was otherwise unharmed.

Taking advantage of Zhao Kongcheng's distraction, Lin Qiye quietly slipped into the depths of the dark alley.

His footsteps were light and silent, his figure blending into the night like a ghost. His enhanced senses allowed him to easily avoid obstacles on the ground, and he quickly disappeared at the end of the dark alley.

Zhao Kongcheng's shouts came from behind, but Lin Qiye did not turn around.

Chapter 228 The Cube People in the Mental Hospital

Lin Qiye darted out from the depths of the alley, his movements light and agile.

The keen senses he developed from ten years of blindness, combined with his suddenly restored vision, allowed him to easily avoid Zhao Kongcheng's gaze.

He vanished into the night in a flash.

"Where is he?!" Zhao Kongcheng frowned and scanned his surroundings. "Damn, did this kid bluff me?!"

Lin Qiye clearly heard the exclamations behind him, but he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

His current speed far exceeds that of ordinary people, and every step he takes is filled with an unprecedented sense of ease, as if an endless stream of energy is flowing within him.

A dozen minutes later, Lin Qiye stood in front of his house, and he didn't feel tired at all despite running continuously.