I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

A fully armed Archangel at level 99, unleashing a full-force attack in a berserk state, is a force to be reckoned with.

"Watch out!" Lynn, lying on the ground, couldn't help but warn him.

"Shut your mouth and watch carefully." The Gothic Lolita didn't even turn her head, her tone full of disdain.

Facing the cross-shaped greatsword that could even cleave space, she simply raised her right hand slowly and extended a delicate white index finger.

"when--!!!"

A deafening sound resounded through the sky.

Lynn clutched his ears in agony, feeling as if his eardrums were about to be torn apart by the terrifying sound waves. Lisa, in the distance, coughed up blood and desperately shielded Anna beneath her.

Lynn forced open his eyes despite the excruciating pain, and the scene before him made him gasp.

Michael's cross-shaped greatsword, powerful enough to split mountains and seas, was actually held in mid-air by the gothic lolita's slender index finger!

Where the sword's edge collided with the fingertips, space shattered completely, revealing a dark void of turbulent currents.

The golden holy fire licked the little girl's fingers frantically, yet it couldn't even leave a trace on her fair skin.

"She's got some strength," the Gothic Lolita said, pouting. "Too bad she's not very bright."

Before she finished speaking, the index finger that was pressing against the sword suddenly turned black.

"deprivation."

As she uttered those two cold words, a chilling power of rules instantly spread from the cross-shaped greatsword throughout Michael's entire body.

A flicker of fear flashed in Michael's scarlet eyes.

The white sacred flames burning on the six wings behind him were extinguished instantly. Not only that, his ancient armor, which was full of shimmering light, also began to lose its luster at a visible speed, turning gray and decaying.

"Roar!"

Michael let out a painful roar as he tried to pull back his cross-shaped greatsword, only to find that his body seemed to be completely bound by some invisible force.

"In this painting, I am the only rule."

The Gothic Lolita floated in mid-air, looking down at the struggling Archangel with a cold gaze as if she were looking at an insect.

She slowly raised her left hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

"Strangle."

The entire black and white painting went completely berserk at this moment!

The black and white lines between heaven and earth seemed to come alive, instantly transforming into thousands upon thousands of sharp blades that swept towards Michael, overwhelming him.

Michael's proud divine defense was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in front of these black and white lines. His armor was torn apart, and golden divine blood gushed out like a fountain, but before it even hit the ground, it was directly erased from existence by the black and white space.

"Ahhhh!"

Michael let out a piercing scream as he frantically swung his greatsword, trying to sever the ubiquitous lines, but all in vain.

Three of his six wings were brutally severed, and his body was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds.

"ended."

A hint of impatience flashed in the Gothic Lolita's eyes. She clenched her hands together abruptly.

All the black and white lines instantly converged, transforming into a giant black and white sword a hundred meters long. It descended from the sky, piercing directly through Michael's chest and pinning him firmly to the ground!

The archangel's eyes, which had been burning with crimson light, had now completely dimmed. His broken body, suppressed by the black and white lines, could not even twitch slightly. Golden divine blood flowed slowly down the blade and was quickly swallowed up by the surrounding black and white space.

Level 99, the ultimate being above demigod, was defeated.

The defeat was inevitable and utterly devastating.

Lynn lay not far away, panting heavily, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He looked at the enormous creature pinned to the ground, then at the gothic lolita floating in mid-air, and felt a sudden dryness in his mouth.

This is the true power of the gods.

Even if suppressed to level 99 by the rules of the mortal world, one can still crush archangels of the same level as if they were toys.

"call……"

In mid-air, the Gothic Lolita slowly lowered her hands.

Her once solid body had become somewhat translucent, as if it might vanish in the wind at any moment, and a hint of weariness was visible on her delicate face.

"Forced arrival, and having to use one's primal power under the suppression of the rules, what a huge loss..." she muttered through gritted teeth.

Then, she turned her head sharply and glared fiercely at Lynn.

"You damn troublemaker!" The gothic lolita flashed back to Lynn and stomped on his chest without any politeness. "Listen! The power of the mark I left in your soul has been exhausted. I will not be able to descend to the mortal world again for some time."

"If you dare to provoke a monster of this level again, you can just wait to die! I'll watch you get torn to pieces and then replace you with a more obedient servant!"

Lynn groaned as he was stepped on, but he didn't argue. He simply nodded knowingly, even wearing a fawning smile. "I understand, I understand. I'm so grateful for your help this time. I'll never forget your kindness."

"Hmph, you glib-tongued, lowly human." The gothic lolita snorted coldly, seemingly quite satisfied with Lynn's attitude.

Her body began to transform into countless black and white specks of light, which quickly dissipated.

"Remember, collect more colors for me as soon as possible. If you dare to slack off..."

Before she could finish speaking, the last glimmer of light vanished completely into the air.

As the Gothic Lolita disappeared, the black-and-white scroll that had enveloped the entire square receded like a receding tide. The shattered paradise, having lost its support, collapsed instantly, and the colors and sounds of the real world returned.

A cold wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept once again across the devastated central square of the Holy Song City.

“Lynn…”

Lisa struggled to her feet, her face as pale as paper. She supported the still unconscious Anna, staring in horror at Lynn, then at the archangel nailed to the ground in the distance.

The black and white battle between the gods that just happened was completely beyond her comprehension.

"It's alright." Lynn stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and spoke in an unusually calm voice.

He didn't go to Lisa and Anna, but turned around, his gaze fixed on Michael lying in a pool of blood.

Level 99.

Archangel.

They are in a state of extreme weakness and near death.

Lynn's Adam's apple bobbed, and an unprecedented madness flashed in his eyes.

The reason he spared no effort, even risking his life, to raise his sanity to 130 to summon this monster, and went to great lengths to force the loli goddess to take action, was not just to kill a level 91 Abyss Bishop.

The Abyss Bishop was just an appetizer.

The archangel in front of him, whose teeth and claws had been pulled out, was the biggest prize in his high-stakes gamble!

Lynn took a step and walked towards Michael.

"Lynn! What are you doing?" Lisa stared at Lynn's retreating figure, her voice filled with barely concealed panic. "He's not quite dead yet. A monster of that level, even with just a breath left, could kill you instantly!"

"I know." Lynn didn't turn around, her steps continuing without pause.

He walked up to Michael's enormous head and stopped.

The archangel's dim eyes shifted slightly, staring intently at the human who was only around level sixty. Although he had lost all his power, his inherent holiness and arrogance still gave him a soul-deep contempt for Lynn.

Ants.

This was the only message conveyed in Michael's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." Lynn sneered and slowly squatted down.

He stretched out his right hand and fearlessly pressed it against Michael's forehead, which was stained with golden divine blood.

“That sword strike you just delivered almost killed me. Now, it’s time to pay compensation.”

Lynn took a deep breath and frantically poured all the remaining magic power in his body into his right hand.

He closed his eyes, and the image of that ancient and evil book appeared in his mind.

The Code of Binding and Subjugation.

"By blood, by soul."

“I, Lynn, hereby declare my absolute dominion over you.”

"I will strip you of your will and twist your beliefs. From this day forward, I will be your only master."

Chapter 204 A Rare Calm

"By blood, by soul."

Lynn's voice echoed across the empty square without the slightest hesitation. His right hand, which was pressed against Michael's forehead, emitted an extremely eerie dark purple light.

"Om-"

A terrifying mental backlash surged violently into Lynn's mind along his arm. Even though the archangel was nearly killed by the gothic lolita, the pride of a divine being deep within his soul would never allow a human of level sixty-something to brand him with the mark of a slave.

Lynn's vision went black instantly, as if his soul had been thrown into a furnace at tens of thousands of degrees Celsius and repeatedly burned. The intense pain made his bones creak all over.

"Submit to me!"

Lynn gritted his teeth and didn't back down an inch.

He knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Dark purple chains spread wildly deep within Michael's soul, fiercely battling the remaining golden holy fire.

Fear finally surfaced in Michael's dim eyes. He could feel his will being forcibly altered, and his absolute faith in the light being ruthlessly twisted and covered up by this tiny human before him.

"Do not……"

A faint, yet desperate and humiliating sigh echoed in Lynn's mind.

With that sigh, the dark purple chains pierced Michael's soul completely, closing like a heavy iron lock.

The contract is established.

Lynn abruptly pulled her hand back and collapsed onto the blood-stained white jade floor as if she had collapsed from exhaustion.

He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding wildly.

Successful.

He could clearly feel a vast, ocean-like aura emerging from the depths of his soul. It was the power belonging to Michael.

Although this power is currently extremely weak and in a deep state of self-dormancy and repair, Lynn can forcibly summon it to fight for him with just a thought.

On this continent, there is no single combat power left that can make Lynn feel despair.

The strongest fighting force under God is now his servant.

The enormous body on the ground began to transform into countless golden specks of light, rapidly dissipating into the air and eventually merging completely into Lynn's soul space, leaving only a shocking pool of blood in its place.

Lynn wiped the blood from his face, and his nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally relaxed. A feeling of exhaustion, as if he had survived a disaster, instantly swept over his body.

“Lynn…”

Lisa's hoarse voice came from not far away.

Lynn turned her head. Lisa's once neat disciplinary nun's habit was now tattered, and blood was still seeping from the numerous wounds all over her body.

She held Anna tightly in her arms, her usually cold black eyes now filled with lingering fear and disbelief.

Lynn forced herself to stand up and quickly walked to the two of them.

"I'm back." Lynn crouched down, her voice very soft.

Just then, Anna, who was being protected in Lisa's arms, trembled slightly with her eyelashes.

After Lynn teleported over and forcibly restored her sanity, she fell into a brief coma due to extreme mental exhaustion. At this moment, the overwhelming oppressive feeling from the outside world disappeared, and she finally woke up slowly.

Anna opened her golden eyes, her vision still blurry. When she saw the blood-stained face before her, bearing a familiar smile, she froze instantly.

“Lynn…?” Anna’s voice was so soft it seemed a breeze could carry it away. She stared blankly at Lynn, her eyes quickly filling with tears. “Am I dreaming? Or… am I already dead?”

She remembered that in order to protect the thousands of refugees behind her, her sanity had dropped to 13 points. She was even prepared to detonate her soul and perish together with that abyss bishop.

“You’re not dead, and neither am I.” Lynn reached out and gently wiped a speck of dust from Anna’s cheek, the warmth of his palm real and burning. “I promised to come back.”

Anna suddenly reached out and grabbed Lynn's wrist, feeling the real pulse beating. This saint, who was always aloof and high and mighty in front of outsiders, burst into tears instantly.

She didn't speak, but bit her lower lip tightly, buried her head in Lynn's neck, and her shoulders trembled violently.

Lynn gently patted her back, offering no words of comfort. He knew Anna needed to vent. She had been carrying too much burden lately.