199: Crushing strength

Anglieus felt it!

The moment that gaze fell upon him, his pupils, burning with golden flames, contracted to their absolute limit!

A never-before-felt, icy dread, originating from the deepest part of his soul, instantly coiled around his heart like a venomous snake!

The surging Holy Flame around him violently flickered, as if it had encountered its natural enemy!

Sacred majesty ignited with the wrath of desecration!

"Filthy creation! How dare you gaze upon the divine radiance! Suffer divine punishment, and forever fall into oblivion!"

Anglieus let out a roar that shattered the void, the sound waves carrying immense divine power, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

The eight resplendent light wings behind him suddenly erupted with scorching divine light that could incinerate all filth, and the Greatsword of Judgment, condensed from pure holy light rules, was held high in his hand. Where the sword pointed, the space seemed unable to bear its might, letting out a groan of unbearable pressure!

Upon the sword, countless ancient divine runes lit up, gathering destructive energy capable of purifying an entire world!

"Divine Judgment: Radiance of World Cleansing!"

He was not bluffing.

This single strike was the limit of power his projection could unleash, a manifestation of divine wrath!

Before the sword light even fell, a vast torrent of holy light surged forth like a bursting dam, attempting to completely engulf and purify the source of filth!

However, the Fallen Xenomorph's narrow eyes, burning with eerie green phosphorescence, remained icy and unperturbed.

It didn't even adopt any obvious attacking posture.

Its tail, covered in decaying tumors, merely swayed casually, like a lazy viper, towards the destructive holy light pouring down.

"Om!"

A silent shriek, yet it also seemed like the entire world was wailing under the laws of decay!

A dark domain, as viscous as ink and as profound as the abyss, instantly expanded and spread with the Fallen Xenomorph as its center!

This domain was not merely darkness; it was composed of billions of constantly annihilating and regenerating runes of decay, an embodiment of the end of all things!

Wherever it passed, space emitted a grating, teeth-aching sound of corrosion, and the sturdy spatial structure cracked and collapsed like fragile thin ice!

The surging torrent of holy light, the "Radiance of World Cleansing," upon encountering this decaying domain, was like snow meeting boiling water!

The dazzling golden radiance rapidly dimmed and extinguished at a visible speed; the rule chains constituting the holy light were forcibly dismantled and twisted, emitting a shrill shriek before being greedily devoured and assimilated by the domain!

The sacred power of purification, astonishingly, turned into nourishment for decay!

"Impossible!"

Anglieus's eyes were bloodshot as he let out an incredulous roar.

His full-power strike was dissolved so effortlessly by the opponent?

No, it was devoured!

"This... This is the power of a complete domain?! How could a mere worldly filth possess such authority?!"

A trace of horror, for the first time, flashed in his burning pupils.

The ground, under the domain's erosion, instantly lost all color, turning into a desolate gray, then silently weathered into dust!

The dust in the air, the scattered blood mist, and even residual holy light particles, upon contact with the domain, were as if drained of all time and vitality, instantly decaying, disintegrating, and turning into nothingness!

The Decay Domain!

This was absolute suppression at the rule level!

It was the antithesis of vitality, the declaration of the end of all things!

"Roar! Desecrator! You shall not be arrogant!"

Anglieus was filled with shock and fury; the intense sense of crisis made him fully erupt!

His eight wings spread wide in anger, divine runes furiously swirling on his light wings, attempting to break free from the shackles of this decaying mire.

"I am Anglieus, the Eight-Winged Seraphim under the throne of God! Even if my true body cannot descend and I cannot unleash my 'Holy Flame Kingdom,' I am not to be insulted by your filth!"

He clasped his hands, and vast holy light rapidly condensed and compressed before him, no longer a simple sword shape, but transforming into a gigantic Divine Punishment Spear, entwined with countless golden lightning bolts and inscribed with scenes of the heavenly kingdom!

Where the spearhead pointed, space was forcibly torn apart, revealing a dimensional rift flowing with pure holy light behind it!

"In the name of my Lord! Divine Punishment: Spear of the Heavenly Kingdom! Pierce through!"

He roared, transforming the spear, condensed with his will and remaining divine power, into a golden comet that tore through the darkness, fiercely thrusting it towards the Fallen Xenomorph at the center of the domain!

This strike contained his last dignity and defiance; its power far surpassed that of the previous greatsword. Wherever it passed, the Decay Domain was forcibly pushed aside, emitting a grating "hissing" sound, as if it would be pierced through!

The Fallen Xenomorph finally raised its head.

Facing this divine punishment strike, capable of severely wounding or even killing an ordinary Epic-level powerhouse, its chest, covered in dark red carapace and writhing flesh, subtly heaved. In its narrow eyes, the eerie green phosphorescence flickered, as if carrying a hint of... mockery?

It didn't even move from its position.

Its forelimb, covered in decaying dark red carapace, slowly lifted.

The gnarled and twisted dark red tentacles at its end wriggled and coiled like living things, instantly weaving into an extremely tiny yet unsettlingly decaying runic imprint.

Just as the "Spear of the Heavenly Kingdom," imbued with terrifying purifying power, was about to strike its head, its forelimb, with that tiny decaying imprint, very casually, as if brushing away a speck of dust, gently tapped the intensely blazing spearhead.

"Pop."

A faint, almost negligible crisp sound.

Time seemed to freeze.

The "Spear of the Heavenly Kingdom," which condensed Anglieus's last hope and power, instantly lost all its sacred luster at the point where its tip touched the decaying imprint, becoming withered and lifeless!

Like a plague, that decaying grayness spread along the spear shaft at a terrifying speed!

The holy light rules forming the Divine Punishment Spear were forcibly twisted, polluted, and decomposed!

Golden lightning wailed and dissipated, and the inscribed heavenly kingdom scenes peeled off like faded frescoes!

"What!!!"

The holy light on Anglieus's body paused involuntarily as he watched his strongest attack, under a casual movement from the opponent, disintegrate inch by inch like rotten wood, turning into a sky full of dim, deathly gray dust, greedily devoured by the Decay Domain!

In the face of the complete Decay Domain, his attacks, launched by a body possessing only a fraction of his true self's power, appeared so pale and weak.

At the same time, another ability of the Decay Domain was constantly eroding his body; the energy forming his sacred phantom was being frantically corroded and decomposed by an irresistible decaying force from the rule level!

Power was rapidly draining, consciousness blurring, and an icy sense of eternal annihilation tightly enveloped and dragged him down!

"Filth... My Lord... will not... let go..."

He tried to gather his last strength to self-destruct his projection, if only to splatter the opponent with foul blood!

However, the plague-like power of the Decay Domain had already permeated every inch of his body's "texture" like billions of invisible chains.

It not only eroded his energy but almost imprisoned his will!

He couldn't even self-destruct!

The Fallen Xenomorph's narrow eyes, burning with eerie green phosphorescence, indifferently glanced at the eight-winged angel, whose form in the center of the domain had become ethereal and transparent like a candle in the wind.

That gaze was like looking at an insect wriggling in boiling water, carrying an absolute indifference that overlooked dust.

It moved.

Not a pounce, nor an energy burst.

It merely, very simply and very casually, raised its forelimb, covered in decaying dark red carapace.

At the end of that limb, the gnarled and coiled dark red tentacles slightly parted.

Then, towards Anglieus's phantom, which flickered like a dying candle in the Decay Domain, it casually and effortlessly waved its hand, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

"Snap."

A faint, almost negligible crisp sound.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

The next moment... "Boom!!!"

The phantom of Anglieus, the Eight-Winged Seraphim, composed of pure holy light energy and capable of rivaling an Epic-level powerhouse, exploded with a crash, as if simultaneously pierced and detonated by billions of invisible needles of decay!

Without even a ripple of struggle, it burst apart!

There was no earth-shattering energy impact, no all-engulfing holy light storm.

Only silent, complete annihilation!

Dazzling golden light particles, like a sandcastle scattered by a strong wind, instantly lost all their light and sacred aura in the viscous darkness of the Decay Domain, turning into countless dim, deathly gray dust, which was then greedily devoured and decomposed by the domain, completely turning into nothingness.