# 1132
Chapter 1133: Execution Cross
As the ashes scattered, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were now close enough to see every wound on its back.
Slash marks, claw wounds, charred blackness from lava scalding... Of the six pristine white wings, three had been nearly torn off at the root, and the remaining ones were all damaged.
It sat there quietly, the greatsword in its hand still flowing with faint flame patterns along its surface.
Upon seeing this blade, Lin Qiye seemed to recall something and blurted out:
"Is this Uriel?"
"Uriel?"
"One of the Seraphim according to legend." Lin Qiye gazed at the sword and spoke in a low voice,
"After Michael burned my eyes more than a decade ago, I spent time researching the Seraphim of the Western Holy Church... Among these Seraphim, only Uriel, the Warden of Hell who wields the power of judgment, would use a flame greatsword as a weapon."
The figure before them was a Seraph of the same rank as Michael... No wonder his Mortal Divine Realm had no effect here.
"But why would Uriel appear here..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself, an idea flashing through his mind, causing him to freeze in place.
An Qingyu stared intently at the gradually turning figure, her voice somewhat hoarse:
"If He is a Seraph of Heaven, then He must have participated in that ancient war between Heaven and Hell, and in that war, only Michael survived alone...
This means Uriel had already fallen in that war long ago.
What stands before us is merely His corpse."
His speculation coincided perfectly with Lin Qiye's.
As the figure slowly turned around, a nearly perfect side profile emerged from the shadows into view.
Crimson light filtered down from the sky, and by this dim glow, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu finally saw its true face.
No disgusting fleshy tumors, no wriggling pus—just a Western face no less stunning than Michael's, with every feature perfectly positioned, strikingly handsome, bearing a cold and dignified air between its brows.
Its eyes were closed, its lowered face devoid of any color, nearly as pale as the ashes drifting around it, as if in a deep sleep.
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu looked up at this figure over ten meters tall. Seeing no large masses of flesh on its body, they felt a momentary relief.
At that moment, on that pale, lowered face, a left eye quietly opened...
Countless red worms writhed wildly within the deep-set eye socket, frantically devouring Uriel's original eyeball. Then they clumped together, rolling twice within the socket before凝聚出一只硕大如保龄球般的红色眼球。
This eyeball bulged out significantly, forcibly cracking Uriel's eye socket. After a moment of twitching, it stared fixedly at Lin Qiye and An Qingyu.
At the sight of this scarlet eyeball, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu felt as if they had fallen into an ice abyss!
"Hehehehe..."
"Squeak squeak squeak..."
"Gigigigi..."
Multiple eerie, sinister laughs overlapped together, emanating from within Uriel's broken body. That nearly perfect face visibly contorted, and under the蠕动 of the scarlet eyeball, it instantly became monstrous!
"Run in opposite directions!!"
Without hesitation, Lin Qiye shouted, and the two of them sprinted in completely opposite directions.
Neither of them was foolish. They both understood clearly that the entity before them was on an entirely different level compared to the demons hidden within the clouds or the resentful spirits in the valley.
The ashes falling from the sky's rift could corrupt corpses or souls entirely. Those demons had been Divine Realms in life, and after being resurrected under the control of the fleshy tumors and worms, their combat power was only around the Klein level. Though numerous, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu still had a chance to fight.
But this one—before its death, it had been a Supreme God!
Judging from the aura fluctuation when it just opened its eyes, the Uriel corpse controlled by the worms, though far from the heights of the Supreme level, was still above the Divine Realm. Lin Qiye and An Qingyu had absolutely no chance of victory.
Earlier, the two of them had fled together on the Somersault Cloud and still couldn't escape this crater. Now they could only place their hopes on splitting up and running. If the worm-controlled Uriel's intelligence wasn't high, they might still have a chance of survival.
But their hope was shattered.
Uriel's corpse slowly rose from the center of the crater, and the three damaged white wings on its back spread open.
Within that large red eyeball in the cracked eye socket, the wriggling worms suddenly split into two groups. The eyeball also divided into two, simultaneously looking toward the two people departing in different directions.
The next moment, its palm raised...
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu, who had just charged to the edge of the crater, froze simultaneously. It was as if some shackle had been placed upon them, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move forward another inch.
Then, as Uriel's fingers lightly hooked, a black cross materialized in the emptiness behind each of them.
Thick chains extended from the center of the crosses, firmly locking their limbs and torsos, securing them to the cross surfaces.
The black crosses holding them drifted higher and higher through the air, eventually floating out of the crater atop the mountain peak, suspended above the valley.
"The Archangel shall judge the sinners!"
"Judge them!! Expose their sins! Let these filthy things descend to Hell!!"
"Hehehehe... I am an angel! I am an angel!!"
"..."
Within the valley where ashes raged wildly, two black crosses each pinned a figure cloaked in the Crimson Cloak. Countless large fleshy tumors in the valley screamed madly, their sharp howls torn to shreds by the wind.
"Damn it!!"
Lin Qiye clenched his teeth tightly, trying to break free from the cross, but the chains wrapped around him seemed to have completely sealed his spiritual power and physical body. Not only could he not动用 any Forbidden Ruins, he couldn't even lift a finger.
The Ame-no-Murakumo, which alone held any hope of cutting through the chains, had been knocked away into the valley the instant his body was frozen. Without being able to mobilize spiritual power to cast summoning magic, there was no way to call it to his side.
An Qingyu turned her head anxiously, "Qiye! Can you move? Don't worry about me!"
To An Qingyu, dying on this cross wouldn't be a big deal—after all, only a分身 of hers was here. But Lin Qiye was different. If Lin Qiye died, he would truly be dead.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Lin Qiye's mouth.
Not that he didn't want to run, but bound to this cross, he truly had no way to escape.
If he guessed correctly, behind them was the execution stand used by Heaven in ancient times to judge all sins. Even demons of immense power couldn't escape it. Even if Lin Qiye possessed countless abilities, escaping would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.