Chapter 641: Chapter 641: You Will Be My Finest Prey in the Mortal World (4th Update)
Metatron, as the Archangel, embodied the pure Power of Light.
While Fan Mengxue was of the Dark Bloodline.
Such a combination should, by all accounts, be completely incompatible.
Yet Metatron knew that if he could harmonize them through certain secret techniques, Light and Dark could combine to give birth to offspring with powerful bloodlines.
It was already extremely difficult for a High-Grade Divine Spirit to produce a child, let alone one born from such a union that would often be incredibly powerful.
This was the reason Metatron had taken such an interest in Fan Mengxue while watching the film.
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Thinking this, Metatron watched Fan Mengxue intently with a greedy gaze.
On the stage, Fan Mengxue felt that something was off today, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.
Having no other choice, she suppressed the irritability in her heart and continued with the various activities at the film festival.
As the climax, Fan Mengxue’s great popularity was fully manifested at this moment.
Often, she just had to say a few words and the unworldly foreigners below would start shrieking in amazement.
The peak of the whole atmosphere came as Fan Mengxue began to sing the joint theme song of these movies, “Dark Song”.
Everyone was intoxicated by Fan Mengxue’s chanting, joining their voices with hers in song.
A visible dark light appeared above everyone’s heads.
The entire venue had seemingly become Dark Council’s home turf.
But just then, an icy and sinister voice resounded throughout the venue.
“Darkness has always been but a subsidiary of Light; only Light will exist eternally!”
With these words, sacred lights began to drift down from the sky above the venue.
Seeing this, the high-ranking members of the Dark Council were all alarmed.
Then the Titan Giant spoke out in a deep voice, “Who goes there?”
“I am delighted to meet you all here. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Metatron.”
Metatron’s figure began to hover, with his wings of light gradually becoming visible behind him.
“Metatron… are you that Seraph who sits upon the throne in legend?” Karsath, deeply versed in European ancient mythology, exclaimed.
Metatron inclined his head slightly, “I am pleased to be recognized, but I would prefer you address me as Archangel, sir.”
At this moment, all the ordinary people in the venue looked confused, as if they had fallen into a beautiful dream from which they couldn’t wake, for the time being.
Behind Metatron, his nine pairs of wings of light fully materialized, and his potent Power of Light swept across the venue, forcing Karsath and other dark luminaries to take several steps back, their expressions turning extremely ugly.
Only Fan Mengxue stood in the front, unaffected by the imposing might of the Light, speaking indifferently, “The Church of Light has fallen. No matter if you are a Holy Angel or the God of Light, this world has no place for you anymore! So, please return to your Divine Realm!”
Metatron chuckled, “It seems you all have yet to grasp the current situation. The world has reopened, and it’s not just me; many more Divine Spirits will descend. All you mortals can do is kneel and submit to me! Otherwise, you will be completely erased from the Myriad Realms. Understand?”
Before Fan Mengxue had a chance to reply, these skeletal beings couldn’t hold back any longer, pointing at Metatron and cursing him outright.
“Hey, birdman with the wings, can’t you look in the mirror before you start talking smack? You expect us to kneel and submit to you? What’s the matter? Planning on teaching us how to squawk like birds too?” The cigar-clenching skeleton cursed with accuracy and viciousness, clearly a master in the art of invective.
“Big brother, what you said is wrong. It’s clear this guy wouldn’t be able to pee even if he tried, so how could he look in a mirror?”
“I think big brother is right; it’s precisely because he can’t pee that he can’t use a mirror. Naturally, he then has no idea what he’s really worth!”
The skeletons sang mocking retorts, insulting Metatron until he was figuratively soaked in dog’s blood.
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Even in the Divine Realm, Metatron was a revered High-Grade Divine Spirit, unused to such humiliation, so his face alternated between shades of green and red as he bellowed, “Seeking death!”
With a flap of his wings, a radiant cross-shaped mark shot toward the mocking skeletons.
“Oh dear, why so heated all of a sudden?”
Despite their lack of great abilities, these skeletons were elites who had survived various brutal battlefields, and seeing the unfavourable situation, they immediately scattered and fled.
The cross-shaped mark brought the entire meeting place crashing down.
Fan Mengxue let out a cold huff as tremendous dark energy behind her slowly coalesced into a pair of wings, and then she pointed at the skeletons.
“Return for now!”
In a flash of brilliance, the skeletons vanished from sight.
Then Fan Mengxue turned to Metatron, “This place is rather cramped. How about we take this outside?”
Metatron fixed his gaze on the black wings behind Fan Mengxue, nearly drooling, and nodded in response.
“Indeed!”
With that, everyone employed their abilities and left the meeting place, reappearing above a desolate, uninhabited wasteland.
On Metatron’s side, there was only himself.
On Fan Mengxue’s side stood several titans of the Dark Council.
It seemed she had the advantage in numbers.
Yet everyone’s expression was grave.
For Metatron alone was able to stand on par with the collective power of darkness from the crowd.
Now possessing the dignity and composure of a Dark Empress, Fan Mengxue glanced at Metatron and said coldly, “I don’t care what deity you are, but this place belongs to the Dark Council. Leave now, and I’ll give you one chance!”
At her words, Metatron sneered, “Do you know why I’ve been waiting until now to make my move?”
“Because… you are the most delectable prey of all!”
No sooner had he spoken, Metatron appeared behind Fan Mengxue and knocked her flying with a smack.
The strike was so swift that no one even had time to react.
Only when Fan Mengxue was sent flying did the nearby Titan roar and punch at him.
The Titan, a child of the Earth Goddess, was fearsome for his strength. If one were to speak of physical prowess, there were few in the world who could match those of the Titan’s lineage.
Yet when his punch hit Metatron, it didn’t even create the slightest ripple.
Metatron said indifferently, “It seems you still don’t understand… just how vast the gulf is between man and god!”
Then Metatron threw a punch that sent the Titan flying as well.
At the same time, the Bone Dragon summoned by Karsath emerged in the sky.
But with a mere flick of Metatron’s finger, the Bone Dragon cried out tragically and disintegrated into dust.
After that, with three punches and two kicks, Metatron sent each of the dark magnates flying one by one, before he stood in mid-air, smiling faintly at the distant Fan Mengxue.
“I told you, you would be the finest prey of my mortal journey!”