I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

[Level: 99]

[Status: Extreme Mania]

Lynn laughed. A wild and unrestrained laugh.

Level 99.

This is a true one-sided victory.

In this forcibly reshaped paradise, even the wind has stopped flowing.

Only the ethereal hymns echoed continuously above the dome, as if laying the final groundwork for the impending judgment.

The archangel, suspended in mid-air, slowly lowered his head.

It was a face so perfect that it was flawless and even transcended gender boundaries.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, the temperature of the entire area plummeted to freezing.

Those were not the eyes of a god, filled with compassion and mercy.

Those were eyes burning with a scarlet, blood-red light, radiating an endless desire for destruction and madness!

The archangel's eyes shifted slightly, his gaze passing directly past Lynn and locking onto the man below who exuded a foul, abyssal aura.

To an extremely sacred being teetering on the edge of madness, Klein's existence was like a pile of foul-smelling dog excrement on snow-white silk.

It's glaring and disgusting; it must be completely eradicated.

"No...don't look at me..."

The moment those crimson eyes locked onto him, Abyss Bishop Klein's mental defenses completely crumbled. The dignity of a level 91 demigod? The pride of the Abyss's origin? In front of a level 99 archangel, they were all a joke!

"Aaaaaah! My Lord, save me!"

Klein let out a bloodcurdling scream, inhuman in its shrillness. He knew he was locked on and couldn't escape.

In extreme fear, he bit off his own tongue, spitting a mouthful of black blood, containing all his life force and soul, onto the bone staff.

Forbidden Abyss Technique: Gate of Ten Thousand Demons

Klein's body withered at a visible speed, burning everything he had to forcefully tear open a black rift leading to an abyss in front of him. Countless thick, disgusting tentacles covered with suckers and eyes surged wildly from the rift, roaring and charging toward the archangel in mid-air with a world-destroying force.

This is a desperate counterattack by a level 91 demigod, risking his life, enough to instantly destroy half of Holy Song City!

Faced with this overwhelming backlash from the abyss, the archangel's perfect face remained expressionless. He didn't even make any defensive gesture.

He simply raised the greatsword in his hand, which was burning with white holy fire.

Then, with a gentle wave.

There was no deafening explosion, nor any earth-shattering magical collision.

The moment the greatsword was swung down, time seemed to slow down. A golden ray, as thin as a hair, detached from the blade and, with a speed that seemed slow but actually transcended the concept of space, lightly swept across the menacing tentacles of the abyss.

The next second, a chilling scene unfolded.

Those indestructible abyssal tentacles, which even high-level magic could not leave a mark on, were completely "evaporated" on both a physical and spiritual level the moment they came into contact with the golden light, just like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser. Not a single drop of black blood flowed out.

Along with it, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons also vanished into nothingness without a sound.

"This...this is...the power beneath the gods..."

Klein stared blankly at his empty hands. He couldn't even feel the pain because the golden ray of light, after erasing the tentacles, had passed through his body without any hindrance.

His voice grew softer and softer, and his body began to transform from his feet upwards into fine golden sand, which drifted away in the wind.

"No... I'm not reconciled..."

Klein glanced at Lynn one last time, his eyes filled with endless regret and fear. Then, his head turned into light and sand, disappearing completely from the world.

No body was left behind, no soul was left behind, and even the trace of his existence was completely erased from the laws of the world by the archangel's sword.

"Uh ah ah!"

Duke Howard, lying on the white jade ground beside him, didn't even get touched by the aftershocks of the Archangel's attack. He was merely swept by the divine power emanating from that sword, and his entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a "bang," dead beyond any doubt.

The remaining noble private soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes by the holy light.

The crisis was completely wiped out in an instant by absolute violence.

In mid-air, the archangel slowly sheathed his cross-shaped greatsword. His crimson eyes shifted slightly, slowly, very slowly, as he looked down at Lynn.

Chapter 203 Slavery

In mid-air, the archangel slowly sheathed his cross-shaped greatsword. His crimson eyes shifted slightly as he looked down at Lynn.

The moment those eyes locked onto him, Lynn felt his heart stop.

For a sacred being on the verge of depravity and in a state of extreme mania, erasing all living things within his sight is his only instinct.

He slowly raised the greatsword that had just vaporized a level 91 Abyss Bishop, its blade pointing towards Lynn.

"Om-"

The moment the sword pointed at him, the air around Lynn seemed to be sucked away, and an irresistible shadow of death enveloped him completely.

has it ended?

of course not.

Lynn stood still. The reason he dared to raise his sanity to 130 and pull this level 99 monster down from the sky was not because he was tired of living and wanted to take everyone down with him.

He's gambling.

"How long are you going to keep watching this show?" Lynn suddenly raised his head and stared directly at the six-winged angel in mid-air who looked like a god, but his words were not directed at the archangel at all.

In his mind, he used all his strength to unleash the most unrestrained roar at the indelible mark deep within his soul.

“If you don’t come out soon, the servant you personally stamped will be chopped into mincemeat by this molting bird.”

"It doesn't matter if I die, but you, as the master, can't even protect your own things. If word gets out, what will become of your high and mighty reputation?"

Lynn's voice echoed in the empty square.

The archangel's perfect face remained completely expressionless as he brought down the greatsword without hesitation.

A golden ray of light, even more dazzling and deadly than before, instantly tore through space and fell straight down towards Lynn's head.

Lynn could even feel the extreme heat emanating from that beam of light, which had already scorched the stray hairs on his forehead.

At this critical moment.

"Click".

A crystal-clear cracking sound rang in Lynn's ears.

The next second, time stopped.

The golden ray of light, powerful enough to evaporate Lynn into nothingness, abruptly stopped less than an inch above his head. The space around the ray still retained the ripples of tearing, but everything was frozen in place.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

Starting from the white jade ground beneath Lynn's feet, a pure black and a dazzling white, like two drops of thick ink falling into clear water, exploded instantly!

The black and white colors spread wildly in all directions at a speed that completely disregarded the laws of physics.

The once magnificent and sacred heavenly realm, upon encountering this black and white space, was like an old photograph whose colors had been forcibly stripped away, rapidly fading and collapsing.

In the span of a single breath, the entire world was abruptly cleaved in two.

Half of it belongs to the golden paradise of Archangel Michael.

The other half, however, became an eerie painting that was absolutely still, consisting only of black and white.

"You damned, troublemaking, and reckless lowly servant."

A clear, childlike voice, yet filled with endless irritability and arrogance, exploded in the very center of the black and white world.

Before Lynn could even catch his breath, he felt a blur before his eyes, and then a foot wearing black gothic leather shoes landed firmly beside him.

"Cough cough..." Lynn covered his face, looking at the gothic lolita who had suddenly appeared next to him. Instead of being angry, he grinned.

The bet was won.

"Laugh? You actually dare to laugh?"

The Gothic Lolita trembled with rage, her long, silvery-white hair fluttering in the black-and-white space despite the lack of wind. Her eyes, which seemed to contain the universe and stars, were now filled with murderous fury.

"Do you know how much primordial power it takes for me to forcibly descend into this world? Do you know how troublesome it is to break through the world's barriers? And you actually use this kind of thing to threaten me?"

“If I die, where will you find such a useful servant as me? Besides, it was that bird in the sky that struck first; I was acting in self-defense.”

"Shut up!" The Gothic Lolita snorted coldly, finally turning around to look at the archangel in mid-air who was also startled by the black and white world.

Lynn took the opportunity to rub his face, enduring the stinging pain in his soul, and opened his Eye of Truth again to look at the loli goddess standing in front of him.

【Name:? ? ? 】

[Level: 99]

[Sanity Value: ???]

Lynn was taken aback.

Level 99?

Previously in the Soul Space, this little girl gave him the feeling that she was a true god, far surpassing level 100 and even above all living beings. How come she's only level 99 now?

Seemingly noticing Lynn's gaze, the Gothic Lolita didn't turn her head and coldly said, "Stop your ridiculous prying. The rules of the mortal world do not allow power above the gods to descend. Even I can only suppress my strength to the level 99 limit."

She paused, her tone now tinged with extreme displeasure: "If it weren't for these damned rules, I wouldn't even glance at that six-winged, scruffy bird in the sky; I could crush it to dust."

In mid-air, Archangel Michael's scarlet eyes were fixed on the Gothic Lolita below.

Despite being in a frenzied state, his instincts, those of a top-tier level 99 creature, still detected extreme danger.

The heavenly realm trembled violently as golden holy light attempted to reclaim the territory eroded by the black and white scroll.

"You scruffy bird, who gave you permission to look down on me?"

The Gothic Lolita slightly raised her chin, and an extreme arrogance, as if she regarded all things as ants, appeared on her delicate and cute little face.

She slowly raised a small, fair hand and gently snapped her fingers towards the archangel in mid-air.

"Get down here."

"Snapped."

The snap of fingers was as crisp as thunder in the absolutely still black and white space.

As this sound was heard, the space around Archangel Michael suddenly collapsed.

There was no process of gathering magic, no lengthy incantation chanting; it was an absolute crushing defeat on the level of rules.

Michael's six pure white wings, which blotted out the sky, suddenly stiffened. Then, an indescribable, terrifying gravity, as if ten thousand mountains were crashing down on his back at the same time.

"boom!"

The level 99 archangel had no chance to struggle; he was like a falling meteor, forcefully slammed to the ground from mid-air.

The entire central square let out a mournful cry of despair. The seemingly indestructible white jade ground instantly cracked extensively, with spiderweb-like fissures spreading all the way to the edge of the square.

Smoke and dust rose, but were quickly suppressed by the black and white light.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to touch my people?" The Gothic Lolita sneered, casually waving her small hand in the air.

The surrounding black and white paintings instantly erupted in excitement.

Countless chains made of black and white lines shot out from the void and wrapped around Michael in the pit.

"Roar!"

A roar came from the depths of the pit.

Michael, teetering on the brink of corruption, was utterly enraged. His crimson eyes shone through the smoke and dust, like two blood-red suns.

He suddenly stood up, and the six wings on his back instantly burst into flames of white holy fire. These were no ordinary flames, but the fire of judgment capable of burning away all sins and laws.

"Click-click-click!"

The black and white chains had barely touched Michael's body when they were burned to pieces by the raging holy fire.

Michael gripped the greatsword tightly with both hands, its blade pointing directly at the Gothic Lolita in front of him.

His six wings suddenly flapped, instantly covering a distance of a hundred meters, and the heavy sword, carrying a world-destroying force, slashed down.