Soul Town: Claiming the throne? You've asked my Tian Ce Army, haven't you?

Li Moxuan looked up in the direction Bai Shui'er pointed and saw drops of water flowing out from the cracks in the ceiling.

Is there a leak above?

……

Is he dead?

Lucifer stared at the gradually calming ocean, his eyes narrowing. It was unlikely; Sira couldn't possibly be that weak…

Sure enough, the ocean suddenly began to surge violently, creating turbulent waves. Immediately afterward, Freud's voice resounded throughout the entire hall.

"May you be lost in the sea!"

A colossal wave surged across the vast ocean, accompanied by howling winds, much like the devastating flood that had struck Xila in the past.

Seeing the towering wave rushing towards him, Uriel didn't intend to dodge, nor could he, for his master Lucifer was right behind him...

He gripped the Sword of Judgment tightly, gathering his power into the blade, and a massive fiery sword aura instantly tore open a gash in the giant wave.

But to his surprise, a figure wielding a sword suddenly flew out from the flames, piercing through his armor and into his chest with a single strike.

Is this guy an idiot?

Lucifer stared at Frodo, who had plunged the Radiant Holy Sword into Uriel's chest, and shook his head. Uriel was not someone who could be killed with a single, casual strike.

Moreover, exposing oneself to Uriel at such close range is tantamount to suicide...

As expected, despite being pierced by Freud's Radiant Holy Sword, Uriel did not lose his ability to fight.

Instead, he grabbed Freud's arms and tore them apart, trying to rip him in two.

The immense force caused Freud to let out a painful groan, but strangely, a peculiar smile appeared on his face.

Sila's figure emerged from the radiant holy sword that had pierced Uriel's body and appeared behind Uriel. By the time Uriel reacted, it was too late.

"The Funeral of the Blood-Red Flower!"

Countless tiny, blood-red spikes pierced through Uriel's body, turning him into a blood-red hedgehog.

Uriel let out a painful howl; he felt an agony from the depths of his soul…

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Freud broke free of his restraints, pulled the Radiant Holy Sword from Uriel's chest, and with all his might, beheaded him with a single strike!

As Uriel's head and body fell into the ocean, Floyd finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his injuries flared up again, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He had just braved Uriel's flames to get close to him, and with his spiritual energy greatly depleted, he couldn't withstand another round of battle...

Chapter 56: A Battle to the Death

"good……"

Seeing Freud fall before him, Lucifer clapped his hands and rose from his throne. "Human, you have the right to make me stand up from my throne!"

"However, you said that those who wield the sword will inevitably die by its blade..."

A demonic sword, "Wrath of God," burning with black holy flames, appeared in Lucifer's hand. He gently stroked the blade and asked casually, "Is that including you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, four pure white chains radiating a sacred aura shot out from the ground and the dome, binding her hands and legs before Sila could react.

"Sila!"

Sila tried to break free, but found that all her strength was bound by the chains...

"Don't waste your energy!"

Lucifer slowly approached Freud, "This thing was originally used by Michael to deal with me. I suffered a lot from it back then..."

"Although this thing probably won't hold you for too long, it'll be more than enough to keep me occupied until I deal with this human!"

"Once I've dealt with this human, you'll be free and won't have to be driven by humans anymore!"

Freud stood up, gripping the Radiant Sword, and stared intently at Lucifer. "You have a really deep prejudice against humans..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lucifer's figure appeared before him like a ghost, wielding the Wrath of God burning with black holy flames in one hand and slashing straight down at Freud.

Freud blocked with his sword, but the immense force still prevented him from straightening up, and the ground beneath his feet shattered from the transmitted power.

"I think you've got it wrong!"

Lucifer stared arrogantly at Freud, who was struggling to hold on. "My prejudice is against those weaklings who don't recognize their own strength and want to step on the strong. It just so happens that you people are among them!"

As they spoke, Lucifer exerted increasing power on the wrath of God, and the radiant holy sword in Freud's hand was constantly being pushed down by the wrath of God.

In the end, the blade of God's Wrath sliced ​​directly into his shoulder, a sharp pain shooting through him, and blood flowed down the blade...

"Humans are ultimately too weak!"

After Lucifer finished speaking, he immediately turned his sword and slashed at Floyd's neck. Floyd hurriedly leaned back, which allowed Lucifer to miss.

At the same time, taking advantage of the gap when he missed his attack, I successfully created distance. I am a mage and cannot engage in close combat with him!

Freud unfurled butterfly wings and flew into the sky. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, reached out and covered the wound on his shoulder, temporarily using his spiritual power to alleviate the injury.

Seeing this, Lucifer also spread his six wings and flew into the sky. The powerful aura he exuded even suppressed the ocean created by Sira, making it as still as stagnant water.

"Human, you should have realized your own insignificance by now. Without Sila, you are utterly useless!"

Lucifer's French was tinged with bored languor and filled with disdain for Freud.

With a casual wave of his hand, a dark energy lashed out at Freud like a whip. Freud managed to dodge with difficulty using his wings, but the aftershocks of the energy still tore bloody gashes across his body.

He had already exhausted a lot of spiritual energy after fighting Uriel, and now that he had lost Sila's help, he couldn't even draw on her power.

Freud could only sustain the fight with his remaining spiritual power, but his human body was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Lucifer...

Freud knew in his heart that in his current state, he had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation.

To find a glimmer of hope, we must exploit Lucifer's arrogance, which is also his only weakness.

He originally intended to use his spiritual skills to deal with Lucifer, but now it seems that Lucifer is more adept at ranged attacks than melee combat, and his skills are being used wildly as if they have no cooldown.

To achieve a surprising victory, one must focus on close-quarters combat...

With this thought in mind, Freud dodged the dark energy ball thrown by Lucifer, flapped his butterfly wings, and charged directly at Lucifer with his Radiant Holy Sword in hand.

This time, he abandoned all the flashy and impractical sword techniques and focused his sword skills on the simplest "thrust" and "dodge".

Instead of attacking Lucifer's core, Freud, like an indomitable moth, circled around Lucifer, using his remaining spiritual power and swordsmanship to protect his vitals.

He was knocked away time and time again, but he flapped his wings and charged back again and again, his body gradually becoming stained red with blood...

Despite being physically exhausted, his mind was frighteningly calm as he searched for Lucifer's weaknesses in each exchange.

Thankfully, we finally found it...

Lucifer is accustomed to using minimal movement to deflect attacks. For any attack that seems to pose no threat to him, he will choose to take it head-on with his body, thus demonstrating his invincible stance.

Perhaps, we can use this opportunity... even if we can't kill him, we should at least annoy this arrogant and conceited guy...

Freud took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination and resolve, and he gathered almost all of his remaining spiritual power into the Radiant Holy Sword.

Lucifer stopped what he was doing and watched the scene quietly, his eyes filled with disdain. He wanted to see what kind of trouble a human could cause.

"Human Spiritual Skill—Demon-Breaking Glow!"

Freud became a blur, desperately thrusting the Radiant Holy Sword in his hand toward Lucifer's chest.

"A boring trick!"

Lucifer easily pinched the sword tip with just two fingers, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Freud. "You're far too weak!"

After saying that, he slammed his palm heavily into Freud's chest. Freud immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and his body fell backward like a kite with a broken string. The Holy Sword of Radiance also flew out of his hand.

He collapsed to the ground, his breath weak, blood gushing from his mouth, his whole body covered in blood, yet his eyes were filled with unyielding spirit, without a trace of weakness.

"I hate that look in your eyes..."

Lucifer's face darkened. The weak should submit to the strong, not challenge their authority time and time again!

He reached out his hand, and a dark energy sphere, powerful enough to completely annihilate Freud, condensed at his fingertips.

"This boring charade should end now!"

Just as Lucifer was about to release his energy ball, Freud used all his strength to push off the ground with his right foot, and his body shot straight toward Lucifer like an arrow!

Freud had no weapon in his hand; his only "weapon" was his own body. Even Lucifer hadn't expected Freud to be able to get up under these circumstances...

A hint of surprise flashed in Lucifer's eyes, but his arrogance prevented him from moving. He simply raised his other hand casually, preparing to swat Freud like a fly.

What he didn't know was that Freud's target was never to attack his body!

Chapter 57: Whoever gets it keeps it.

Just as his arm was about to touch Lucifer's body, Freud suddenly changed direction, not striking Lucifer, but instead grabbing Lucifer's raised wrist tightly!

At the same time, he used the momentum to hang his entire body on Lucifer's arm.

This sudden, almost shameless fighting style caused Lucifer's movements to pause slightly. What kind of fighting style is this?

In that brief moment of pause, the Radiant Holy Sword that Freud had previously released drew an almost imperceptible arc in the air.

The Holy Sword of Radiance, imbued with Freud's remaining spiritual power, was activated by Freud, emitting a blinding white light and shooting towards Lucifer's back like a boomerang!

Lucifer sensed the energy fluctuations behind him, but he ignored them and didn't even bother to turn around. With a thought, his wings closed to block the insignificant attack.

But this was the opportunity that Freud had been waiting for!

Just as Lucifer's wings closed and his vision was briefly obscured, Freud suddenly rammed his left arm into Lucifer's hand, which was gathering a ball of dark energy!

"Pfft-"

The dark sphere, containing destructive energy, instantly vaporized Freud's left arm from the shoulder, the intense pain nearly causing him to faint.

However, after the energy ball destroyed the arm, its energy structure was also disrupted by the intrusion of this "foreign object," and Lucifer could only hurriedly stabilize the energy ball.

If this thing explodes in your hands, getting injured is a minor issue, but losing face would be a major one!

It was when Lucifer focused his attention on the energy ball that a gap appeared in his defense that he himself was unaware of.

The radiant light, imbued with Freud's entire will and power, pierced through the gap with perfect precision, penetrating directly into Lucifer's body.

Time seemed to stand still...

Lucifer was stunned. He looked down at the wound on his chest, then at Freud, who was kneeling on one knee due to his severed arm and depleted spiritual power, but still holding his head high.