# 1569
Chapter 1569: The Rage of Lucifer
"What have you done to me?!!"
Lucifer sensed something was wrong and roared in anger, but his voice sounded muffled... because his mouth had been sewn into his pelvic cavity by An Qingyu.
Hurk—!!
The patterns on An Qingyu's palm dispersed, and he suddenly bent over, retching violently.
At the same time, the portal illusion behind him gradually faded away, and the magnificent, mysterious aura disappeared with it, but that left eye shrouded in gray mist did not fade. Instead, as An Qingyu retched, crimson blood tears streamed down from it.
Jiang Er controlled a piece of the black coffin fragment, flying rapidly to An Qingyu's side to catch him, anxiously asking:
"You actively contacted the Gate of Truth? How is your body?"
"Cough, cough, cough..." An Qingyu couldn't answer her question at all, coughing more and more violently, and even his consciousness was becoming somewhat blurred.
Angry shrieks echoed from within the distant ball of flesh. The aura of the Supreme God境界 raged wildly, and countless demon roars shook the clouds!
Lucifer's organs were scrambled but not actually damaged. In a sense, He had simply been altered in physical structure. Even though forced into this ball of flesh, He was still a fallen angel.
The six chaotic wings sprouting from various parts of His body flapped wildly but couldn't maintain basic flight. The right hand growing from His inner thigh suddenly raised up and gripped forcefully, summoning air demons that swarmed forward as if to tear An Qingyu apart.
"Run..." An Qingyu hunched his body, speaking hoarsely.
Jiang Er immediately manipulated the black coffin fragments to carry An Qingyu in rapid flight, but before they could get far, several air demons blocked their path.
"This is bad." Jiang Er's face turned pale.
Just as those demons dove toward An Qingyu, the daylight swiftly dimmed, and a patch of night spread overhead like spilled ink.
Seeing this patch of night sky, Jiang Er first stared in shock, then joy erupted across her face!
"Qingyu! Lin Qiye is here! We're saved!"
The air demons opened their massive jaws with razor-sharp fangs, lunging toward An Qingyu in mid-air. In the next instant, a blade's gleam flashed through the sky, freezing them instantly in place.
The air demons rapidly disintegrated, crumbling into puddles of sludge that fell from the sky. A cloaked figure with a wide hood stood in the midair, gazing down at Lucifer from beneath the hood, eyes slightly narrowed:
"Cthulhu Faction's aura... creatures from Hell, corrupted by the Black Goat?"
"Qingyu! Jiang Er!" Lin Qiye rode the Somersault Cloud, steadily catching the two people in midair as his spiritual sense rapidly scanned An Qingyu's body.
He froze imperceptibly.
"This aura..." Lin Qiye murmured.
He paused for only a moment before shaking his head, helping An Qingyu to his feet from the cloud. "Qingyu, are you alright?"
"Cough, cough, cough... I'm fine..." An Qingyu said weakly. "But Jiang Er..."
Lin Qiye looked up at the floating Jiang Er before him, as if recalling something.
"Jiang Er, where is your real body?"
The spectral Jiang Er opened her mouth but didn't answer. She simply lowered her head silently.
Lin Qiye's heart sank to the bottom.
"Qiye, the Hunt Ancestor seems to be in trouble." Cao Yuan turned to gaze at the distant battlefield, his voice heavy.
Lin Qiye looked back. Dense air demons filled the sky, trapping the cloaked figure. The fleshy mass that was Lucifer fixed one eye on Number 27, and a low voice rang out once more:
"Ancestral God's aura... I see. You're that Hunt Ancestor who survived from ancient times? No, I should call you the God of Assassins now?
Tsk, tsk... A堂堂祖神, actually reduced to this state?"
Number 27's expression didn't change in the slightest. He stood within the encirclement of countless air demons like a silent specter.
An air demon lunged forward, opening its massive mouth to tear apart his body. The moment it touched that figure, it passed through lightly, as if only a phantom remained there...
Lucifer's eye narrowed slightly, as if sensing something. He violently flapped the wings scattered across his body. In the next instant, a scarlet light burst forth from the base of his wings!
A black wing染血, falling from the sky.
Number 27 held a short blade, having somehow already appeared behind Lucifer. After his organs were scrambled, not only was his perception affected—with six wings scattered across his body flying chaotically—He couldn't even dodge or turn around in time. Thus, caught off guard, He had a wing directly severed by Number 27.
"Even a fallen angel reduced to this state is surprising." The hooded Number 27 spoke淡淡地.
Number 27 had said that below the Supreme God境界, everything was destined to die... Facts proved that even if the Hunt Ancestor had declined, He still possessed power beyond ordinary gods. Even facing Lucifer, this Supreme Fallen Angel, He barely had the strength to fight.
Moreover, this was still under the condition that Lucifer's physical body had been half-destroyed.
Lucifer's features were scrambled, making His expression unreadable, but from that sole remaining eyeball, one could sense His fury burning intensely. A black domain instantly enveloped the entire sky.
First transformed into this mess by the lackeys of the Key to the Gate, then having a wing chopped off by an old monster left over from ancient times—Lucifer felt his chest was about to explode with rage. This time, He was determined to keep them all here.
Under the pressure of the Supreme God境界, Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan's expressions changed slightly.
"Can the Hunt Ancestor defeat Lucifer?" Cao Yuan asked worriedly.
"The Hunt Ancestor could. The God of Assassins... probably not." Lin Qiye shook his head. "Number 27 has no faith power. No matter how strong a Chief God is, it's still just a Chief God. Even if Lucifer has been reduced to this state, He won't be easily defeated. Furthermore, He still possesses the power of the Black Goat."
Cao Yuan's gaze swept across the surroundings—earth, sky, all filled with demons that had been summoned, completely sealing off all their escape routes.
"We can't run either... What do we do?"
Lin Qiye didn't speak, only lowering his head, lost in thought.
...
Meanwhile,
Asylum of the Gods.
In a spacious ward, Gilgamesh sat at the table's edge, lifting a steaming teacup, gently swirling it.
The sun shone beautifully today, the temperature was pleasant, and that annoying old man was gone too, so Gilgamesh was in a rare good mood and had some leisure to try savoring asylum life.
He raised the teacup to his lips, took a small sip, and exhaled slowly.
"Gilgamesh treatment progress: 89%."
"Gilgamesh treatment progress: 90%."
"Gilgamesh treatment progress: 91%."
"Gi..."
Suddenly, Gilgamesh's brow furrowed slightly. For some reason, he felt something strange in his body...
His peripheral vision caught the window, and his entire body jolted.
Outside the window on the rooftop of the building across, a familiar white-robed old man was staring straight at him with a bizarre smile...