pjbooks Chapter 297 Sword Slaying Angel
Chapter 297 Sword Slaying Angel
Chapter 297 Sword Slaying Angel
The moment the Demon-Suppressing Sword was unleashed, heaven and earth fell silent.
The melody of the final chapter of the trial came to an abrupt end, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.
The golden runes that blotted out the sky dimmed instantly before a beam of azure sword light, like fireflies meeting the blazing sun, then shattered and scattered into countless golden specks of light.
Gabriel's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He has lived through countless ages, witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, and judged the souls of countless sinners, but He has never seen a sword like this.
It wasn't that this sword strike was particularly exquisite; quite the opposite, it was far too simple. It was a flat, downward slash, devoid of any fancy moves or variations, like the first strike made by a child learning swordsmanship—clumsy and laughable.
But Gabriel couldn't laugh.
The moment that sword was unleashed, I felt as if I were locked in place—not by the sword itself, but by the entire world.
He could feel the space around him solidifying and time slowing down.
He wanted to raise the horn of doom, to blow the last note, but His fingers could not move, His lips could not open, and His wings were as if bound by invisible chains, unable to even tremble a single feather.
In this world sealed by sword intent, only that cyan sword light was free.
It cleaved slowly and steadily, like a spring breeze brushing against willow branches, like autumn water overflowing stone steps.
A flicker of fear finally crossed Gabriel's eyes.
He is a Seraphim, one of the four sovereigns of the Heavenly Angel Legion, and the Lord's most loyal servant. Throughout the long years, He has rarely felt fear.
The last time I felt fear was during that rebellion that swept through all of Heaven, when I faced that fallen one who had once been my comrade.
And now, He felt fear again.
Facing a mere mortal!
Gabriel wanted to roar, to struggle, to break free from the restraints of this sword intent.
The holy power within His body surged wildly, like boiling magma, trying to break through that invisible shackle. The six pairs of wings behind His sleeves simultaneously emitted a dazzling golden light, each feather trembling violently and emitting a buzzing sound.
But it didn't work.
The cyan sword light continued its unhurried slash, and wherever it passed, everything fell silent.
The runes of the final chapter of the trial shattered before the sword light, the spatial rifts in the sky healed before the sword light, and the golden magma gushing from the earth solidified before the sword light.
It wasn't the sword light that shattered them, but rather they dissipated on their own, as if ice and snow had met the blazing sun.
"No-
""
At that moment, Gabriel finally broke free of his restraints with all his might, and raised the Doomsday Horn in front of him.
The golden horn, infused with holy power, shone with dazzling light. Countless ancient runes appeared on its surface, layer upon layer, transforming into golden shields that enveloped Gabriel.
One, two, three — ten, twenty, thirty.
In the blink of an eye, forty-nine golden light shields condensed in front of Gabriel.
Each shield of light was formed from the holy power accumulated over thousands of years by the Doomsday Horn, enough to withstand a blow from a Golden Immortal. With forty-nine shields stacked together, even the mighty Gungnir of Asgard could withstand it for a moment.
But Gabriel felt no sense of security at this moment. He desperately activated the Doomsday Horn, trying to gather more light shields.
However----
The sword light has arrived.
The cyan sword light struck the first light shield.
laugh.
With a soft sound, the first light shield broke open with a small gap, the edges of which were as smooth as a mirror.
The sword light continued to advance.
The second light shield is broken!
The third barrier, break through!
The fourth step, break through!
The cyan sword light was like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox; wherever it passed, the light shields that were strong enough to withstand a Golden Immortal's attack shattered one after another, and none of them could stop the sword light even for a moment.
In Gabriel's eyes, fear grew stronger.
He wanted to retreat, to escape back to the gates of heaven, but the sword intent still locked onto him, and all his struggles seemed powerless in the face of the sword intent.
"Raphael! Help me!"
Gabriel screamed, his voice already tinged with despair.
But Raphael did not move, not because he did not want to, but because he could not.
The instant the cyan sword light was unleashed, Raphael and the seven six-winged angels felt an invisible pressure surging from all directions, firmly fixing them in place.
The oppressive aura came not only from Li Jun, but from the entire world, from the Rocky Mountains beneath his feet, from the distant ocean, and from the sky above.
This world is helping that mortal suppress them.
The sword light continued forward, ten, twenty, thirty, forty strikes—
In the blink of an eye, all forty-eight light shields shattered.
The final shield of light blocked Gabriel's path. It was formed from the core runes of the Doomsday Horn and was even stronger than the previous forty-eight shields combined.
Gabriel poured all his holy power into it, and the runes on the light shield ignited, turning into golden flames.
"Lord—"
Gabriel closed his eyes, recited his final prayer, and then the cyan sword light struck the forty-ninth light shield.
This time, the sword light did not pass through in one go.
It's not that he can't, it's that Li Jun doesn't want to.
He wanted to show Gabriel how vulnerable His proud defenses were.
The sword light stopped on the surface of the light shield, and then—
Click!
A crack appeared where the sword light had fallen. The crack was very thin, only as thick as a hair, but it made Gabriel's pupils contract sharply.
Click! Click! Click!
The cracks became more and more numerous and denser, growing from the thickness of a hair to the thickness of a finger, and from one crack to ten, a hundred, and a thousand.
Cracks, like a spiderweb, covered the entire light shield. Golden flames surged from the cracks, but attempts to repair them were futile.
boom!
The light shield shattered, and countless golden fragments flew in all directions, turning into specks of light and dissipating in the air.
The doomsday horn let out a mournful cry, and a deep sword mark appeared on its surface, almost cutting the horn in two.
Gabriel's mind was connected to the sacred artifact. The Doomsday Horn was damaged and he was severely injured. A mouthful of golden divine blood spurted from his mouth and fell into the sky.
The azure sword light, after shattering the light shield and severely damaging the horn, continued its momentum, slashing towards Gabriel's main body.
As Gabriel watched the approaching cyan sword light, a flash of despair crossed his eyes, which quickly turned into madness. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence transformed into a golden rune in the air and disappeared into the Doomsday Horn.
"With my blood, I summon the Last Judgment!"
Gabriel roared, and the Doomsday Horn trembled violently.
The sword marks on the horn's surface barely healed under the infusion of essence blood, and a terrifying aura surged from within, an aura far exceeding Gabriel's own, faintly touching upon a higher level of realm.