A vine extended from Li Ang's cuff, tearing through the void and retrieving a delicate strawberry cake.
The cake was round, covered in a layer of pristine white cream, topped with slices of blueberries and strawberries, and adorned with a slender candle bearing a spiral pattern, burning silently, undisturbed by the outside wind.
The vine flicked, tossing the cake into Li Ang's mouth.
Li Ang's left hand, meanwhile, retrieved another prop from the void.
The Shimmering Dice of Destiny.
Li Ang casually tossed it up; the polygonal die spun rapidly in the air, constantly changing shape, before finally landing in Li Ang's palm, frozen still with the number 1212 facing up.
That strawberry cake was [Ms. Wordsworth's Birthday Cake], which granted a relative increase in good luck for one hour after consumption.
And the Shimmering Dice of Destiny could draw upon the power of other extraordinary individuals of the same level, based on the final number rolled.
Gabriel felt a sudden surge of intense unease; he could sense something incomprehensible happening to his opponent. So, he made the best choice given the current circumstances—flashing once more, and swinging the Sword of Flame.
Hiss—
The hundred-meter-long Sword of Flame sliced through space without resistance.
The cut was completed the instant the sword was swung, bisecting Li Ang's body.
Li Ang was still holding the Shimmering Dice of Destiny; it took half a second for him to belatedly lower his head, gazing at his body, severed in half at the waist by the Sword of Flame, his face still displaying an incredulous expression, as if to say, "This is impossible."
Bang!
Li Ang exploded, turning into ash.
The scorching heatwave unleashed by the Sword of Flame swept forward, unabated, across the fungal carpet on the plain.
The ground cover of mycelium burned fiercely across the entire mountain range, incinerating tens of thousands of low and mid-tier insect soldiers. Even the carapace armor of the Guard-class and Elite Guard-class insect soldiers gradually melted under the distant scorching heat of the Sword of Flame.
"Oh, so this sword has temporal abilities? It eliminates the process of the swing at the instant of execution, directly achieving the result. Without an equivalent time-based ability, one is bound to be hit."
Li Ang's calm voice rang out from above Gabriel's head.
The archangel did not reply, nor did he look up, his figure disappearing once again, flashing in front of Li Ang, his wings erupting in unison with light.
Bang!
Li Ang exploded again.
But the next second, even more dragon-headed, white-coated Li Angs appeared in the high sky.
Some looked down, some looked straight ahead, and some looked up at Gabriel, who had unfurled his six wings.
"You guessed that I had the ability to create illusions, so you used holy light capable of dispelling illusions this time? A good strategy, but unfortunately, it's still not enough."
All the Li Angs spoke slowly, their voices overlapping, causing an unspeakable irritation to rise in Gabriel's heart, and pure white holy flames to erupt around him.
Clang!!!
Gabriel retracted his longsword, and slammed it heavily toward the ground.
The pure white holy flame erupted from the tip of the sword like a blazing sun in the sky, emitting endless light.
Wherever the intense light reached, all the Li Ang illusions turned into ash.
Found him!
Gabriel's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he instantly flashed ten thousand meters away, stabbing his sword toward Li Ang on a certain mountain peak.
The latter was still clutching the Shimmering Dice of Destiny in his hand. Seeing Gabriel flashing over, he calmly raised his hand and gently swept it.
Zheng—
Gabriel abruptly stopped in mid-air, the Sword of Flame in his hand suspended ten meters in front of Li Ang, unable to get even a single step closer no matter what.
Gabriel began to retreat.
He withdrew his sword, flashed back to his original position, and the raging holy flames around him receded back into his body. The light flooding the sky also retreated into his wings, and he stood still at the original spot on the ground.
Mind Teleportation System, Level Nine Ability, Time Reversal.
Li Ang smiled faintly. The [Ms. Wordsworth's Birthday Cake] that could enhance luck, plus the Shimmering Dice of Destiny, had successfully rolled an extraordinary ability from the psionic system.
If the holy flames possessed by Michael, Gabriel, and others represented extreme explosive power, destructive force, and endurance,
Then a level nine mind ability represented extreme individual will.
[Foresight]
Li Ang flicked his finger, and potential scenes of all possible outcomes flashed before his eyes.
[Precise Teleportation]
He flashed to Gabriel's side, easily avoiding Gabriel's swinging Sword of Flame.
[Kinetic Stasis], [Time Acceleration]
His body entered a state of absolute immunity, ignoring all holy flame damage. Under the effect of the Time Acceleration ability, he unleashed terrifying acceleration.
Before Gabriel could make any effective response,
He extended his index finger and touched the blade of the Sword of Flame.
[Reality Warping]
The vast and surging psionic power forcefully penetrated the real world, altering reality like a brush retouching a painting on paper.
The flame on the Sword of Flame in Gabriel's hand instantly extinguished. By the time he realized what had happened, the Sword of Flame had already turned into a giant, flat rainbow lollipop, exuding a sweet, fruity aroma.
"What did you..."
Before the angel's roar could be uttered, the scene before him changed once more.
Li Ang released [Time Skip] on him, forcibly extracting him from the real world for three seconds.
By the time he reacted, three seconds had already passed in the real world.
And the space around him was filled with special crystals created by the Mind Creation ability, capable of releasing psionic energy.
[Death Gaze]
[Brain Drain]
[Soul Siphon]
[Disintegrate]
[Mind Whip]
[Destructive Energy]
[True Domination]
...
Nearly a hundred offensive psionic powers were unleashed the instant Gabriel returned to the real world, striking him all at once.
Bang bang bang bang!
The pure white feathers on Gabriel's body rippled densely and violently like the surface of a lake in a rainstorm. Each time he forcibly resisted a psionic impact, the light on his body dimmed a little.
Until he completely lost his resistance to psionic energy.
"Sleep."
Li Ang extended a finger and gently tapped Gabriel's forehead, releasing the Mind Enchantment System's level nine ability—Illusion.
Crack.
Gabriel's eyes instantly glazed over, blank and vacant, and all movement ceased.
His spirit was thrown into a virtual, flawless world, and his energy body would slowly die—all angels were energy constructs.
Only by destroying their spirit,
Such as eliminating their consciousness, or throwing them into an annihilation singularity, could the angels' energy resurrection mechanism be bypassed and direct damage be inflicted.
"This is..."
The Truth-Seeker's shocked voice came from the ground. He removed his hood, revealing a pale face underneath, and murmured, "The power of a level nine mind ability..."
"Yes, but it's already used up."
Li Ang smiled, without explaining that the Shimmering Dice of Destiny could only be used each time with the equivalent energy injected into it, and instead turned to look in the direction of the World Tree.
Archangels like Raphael had already noticed Gabriel's immobility.
They swung their Swords of Flame and slashed heavily, trying to break through the encirclement, but were blocked by Su NiSheng and Michael.
The other four-winged and two-winged angels were also trapped in the sea of war with the insect swarm.
The insect nests' various classes of soldiers recklessly poured fire at the angel army.
Heavy-armored insect soldiers fired acid, plasma, and cannonballs.
Specialized insect soldiers shot hooks and spikes into the sky, dragging the deformed angels down, allowing the low-level insect soldiers to swarm over them, slashing, biting, and devouring.
The insect nest's guards spread their back armor, activated vector nozzles that mimicked Obsidian Mechs, charged into the sky, and besieged and slaughtered the angels.
And the insect nest tyrants among the guards were like tigers in a flock of sheep, constantly reaping the lives of two-winged and even four-winged angels.
As for the sky-filled aerial mother ships,
They fired in volleys, while simultaneously releasing a continuous stream of massive numbers of flying insect soldiers.
Those flying insect soldiers were equipped with fierce firepower, possessed extremely strong mobility, and could also block the rain of light shot by the angels at the aerial mother ships when necessary.
Every moment, every second, tens of thousands of insect nest soldiers were dying on a large scale.
Insect soldiers were constantly exploding under the attacks of light rain and holy flames, scattering flesh and blood, and even annihilating into ash.
Some aerial mother ships were also hit and destroyed by the angels' fearless counterattacks, gliding and crashing into the ground, plowing out deep ravines.
As energy constructs, the angels could resurrect infinitely as long as they were not hit by the most lethal psionic attacks.
They constantly protected the deformed, pale monster in the center, as firm and tenacious as reefs in the sea.
Each wave of attacks from the insect swarm came at a huge and tragic price.
However, the insect swarm cared the least about sacrifice.
The mycelium roots were deeply embedded in the biomass rock stratum, drawing energy and nutrients to hatch more insect eggs.
The mycelium fluff above the ground was constantly reclaiming the flesh and blood of the insect swarm's soldiers after death—the overly damaged flesh and blood was melted into nutrient-rich digestive fluids used to hatch new insect eggs.
And the slightly more complete limbs were used to transplant onto injured insect soldiers.
The angels could use energy to resurrect infinitely, while the insect swarm could even skip the energy replenishment stage—the entire space was a sea of biomass.
The sea of insects grew larger and larger.
The angel army was like a small candle flame in the endless darkness.
Hoonheim and the others stood on the mycelium, feeling the earth tremble under the artillery fire, listening to thousands of overlapping insect swarm shrieks, their faces filled with confusion.
The low-level insect soldiers, like seawater, ignored them and trampled past them.
And a small squad of Guard-class and Elite Guard-class insect soldiers, following the Overmind's orders, protected the players, guarding them from being accidentally caught in the war.
Li Ang stared at the deformed, pale monster in the center of the battlefield, raised his hand, and straightened his dragon-head mask.
Now, there were no more obstacles between him and Yahweh.
He stepped on invisible stairs and climbed toward the high sky.
Ding Zhensi on the ground belatedly reacted, looking at his back and shouting, "Brother Li, where are you going?"
"I said, to end all this."