# 1121
# Chapter 1122: Supreme Battle
Hell.
Under the ink-black sky, deep crimson lava churned between shattered cliffs, its oppressive red glow reflecting off the dim clouds, staining the entire sky in blood.
A figure pierced through the void, six wings spread wide as it stood atop the highest molten rock peak. Michael's furnace-like eyes gazed all around, golden light radiating outward like a tide from His center, as if a golden sun hung high above the blood-colored sky.
"Do you think hiding here can keep you hidden from me?"
Michael let out a cold hmph. He reached out and grasped the void above His head, and a massive golden sword materialized in His grip. He swung it down with a single slash aimed at the towering molten rock peak before Him!
A streak of golden light cut across heaven and earth in an instant. On the deep crimson peak, a thin golden thread appeared, followed by endless golden radiance bursting forth from within the mountain's core. The entire peak exploded from the center with a thunderous roar!
BOOM—!!
A dull, heavy explosion churned with black smoke, swirling through the air. An elderly man in a tattered divine robe walked out from beneath the mountain, his expression阴沉 as he stared up at the floating Michael.
The man's left eye was fathomlessly deep, but his right eye socket was nothing but a hollow void, filled with countless crimson worms writhing and forming a grotesque red eyeball.
"Odin?" Michael's gaze fell on that red eyeball, His brow furrowing slightly. "So that's why I sensed a trace of Cthulhu Faction divine energy... so you've already submitted to them."
A cold glint flickered in Odin's eyes. He replied calmly, "They are them, and I am me. This is merely cooperation."
After escaping from Lingbao Tianzun and Vishnu, Odin could not return to Asgard, so he had been hiding in the ruins of Hell. He never expected Michael to descend to Earth and come back here.
"Cooperation?" Michael's gaze seemed capable of piercing through Odin's very heart. "When my Lord went to the Moon to seal Cthulhu, you participated in that battle. You should know how terrifying those creatures are. Cooperating with them? Do you truly believe they'll help you?
You've already reached the pinnacle, your combat power arguably the strongest on Earth. Why take such a risk?"
Odin slowly closed his eyes, shaking his head. "You wouldn't understand."
Gripping the golden greatsword, Michael's divine power surged around Him. The 【Mortal Divine Realm】 instantly covered every corner of Hell, like a holy angel about to pass judgment, as He spoke in a tone of interrogation:
"Then let me ask another question... Was stealing the 【Ark】 the Cthulhu Faction gods' instructions? How did they know what was inside?"
Odin's brow rose slightly, but he said nothing.
"Fifty years ago, you were the one who damaged the Moon's seal, weren't you?"
Odin remained silent.
Seeing Odin had absolutely no intention of speaking, Michael's divine power grew increasingly brilliant. He shook the golden greatsword in His grip, shaking His head:
"Forget it. Whatever your purpose, if it involves those things on the Moon, you must die."
Michael's six wings, which blotted out the sky, shuddered. His form vanished on the spot, and a golden blade of light sliced through space, directly heading for Odin's neck!
Odin wore his tattered white divine robe, standing still on the spot. On that wrinkled face, the crimson worm-eyes slowly rotated. He spoke lightly:
"If this were on the Moon, with you standing on fragments of Heaven's source, I would indeed be no match for you... But on Earth, even with your 【Mortal Divine Realm】, killing me won't be that easy."
Odin gently raised his palm. The surrounding spacetime twisted violently.
Before the brilliant golden greatsword could reach Odin's neck, it was seized in an aged hand full of wrinkles and age spots, gripped tightly as if pressed against an insurmountable wall, unable to cut even a fraction deeper.
Michael's eyes narrowed. A flash of golden light raced across the blade's surface.
SIZZLE—!!
The golden greatsword passed through that intangible wall, slicing Odin's palm clean in two. Odin's pupils contracted. The next instant, he had already flashed dozens of miles away beneath the open sky. He frowned as he gazed at the distant six-winged Seraph, slowly lowering his severed hand.
Countless red worms crawled out from his flesh, twisting as they repaired the broken palm. Within moments, it had fully restored.
"So this is the 【Miracle】... They say you, Michael, are Heaven's mightiest warrior. Looking at you now, the reputation is indeed well-deserved." Odin's voice echoed across the sky, his deep left eye flickering with murderous intent. "As long as you remain alive, the Moon's seal can hardly be broken."
"Wanting to help those monsters kill me?" Michael held the golden greatsword in one hand, His pristine six wings gently fluttering beneath the deep crimson sky, His face beneath the light as cold as an iceberg. "You're not capable of that."
His six wings lightly flapped, and His form vanished once more.
Odin's eyes gleamed with brilliant light, as if deep in thought. After a moment, he raised his fingertip and drew a light stroke across the deep crimson sky.
In the dim heavens, a white crack shattered open. Countless grayish-white ashes fell like overturned snow, drifting down between the lands of Hell.
Michael halted mid-flight. He reached out and caught a piece of ash, his brow creasing:
"...What is this stuff?"
Odin glanced at Him, then thrust both hands into the air and tore open a rift in Hell. His form flickered and vanished.
"You won't escape." When Michael saw Odin departing, he immediately transformed into a streak of golden light and gave chase.
From current intelligence, it was Odin who had damaged the Moon's seal fifty years ago, and also Odin who had stolen the 【Ark】. Michael could under no circumstances allow him to leave.
As these two Supreme Gods consecutively crashed through Hell's borders, this former kingdom of wicked gods once again fell into utter silence. Only the drifting ash from the crack in the sky fell like snow, blanketing the deep crimson earth.
Who knows how long passed before figure after figure emerged from every corner of Hell, standing beneath this ashen snowfall like a group of devout Believers receiving a rite of purification.
...
Heaven's Realm.
With the departure of the two Supreme Gods' auras, the ground finally stopped shaking. Lin Qiye and the other three stood facing each other before the empty wooden box, all seeing the bitter helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Honestly don't know if the Seraph can recover the 【Ark】." An Qingyu sighed.
" Affairs at that level are beyond our ability to intervene." Lin Qiye shook his head. "We should head back to the ship first and wait for news. Zhuaige is still waiting for us."
"Mm."
"..."
The three of them stood gathered by the platform's edge, looking at each other. Silence suddenly descended.
"Did He say how we're supposed to get back?" Jiang Er spoke up hesitantly.
"...I don't think so." Lin Qiye's expression was peculiar.
"He only mentioned how to get in, not how to leave." An Qingyu fell silent for a moment. "Maybe... the process is the same?"