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They looked up sharply and saw a blinding white light shoot into the sky from the direction of the Holy City, followed by a shockwave that swept across the entire Heaven. A mushroom cloud slowly rose.
"As expected, to defeat Cthulhu, we still need Ultraman, the Tiga Bomb!"
"Sun Soup Supplement!"
"Tiga Bomb!"
"Sun Soup Supplement!"
There are truly indescribable sounds echoing in heaven.
The Holy City of Angels.
The outline crumbled in the light.
It was already in heaven.
But now it's still been blown into the sky.
Perhaps all angels have become homeless children.
Chapter 143: The Battle Ends, the Pope and Ian
The power of Odin.
One of the most awe-inspiring and terrifying forces in the Marvel Universe.
It was used by the king of Asgard and could accomplish incredible feats—one of which was the ability to warp the dimension that lay between reality and illusion.
Just as Odin's single eye can see through all illusions, Ian's ability to use it to blast the seemingly existent yet nonexistent Yellow King is a perfectly plausible operation.
Especially after changing its name to Ultra Force, at least Ian himself felt it made sense. This must have little to do with the Yellow King being blown off his throne.
"Tiga Bomb!"
[Body severely damaged, Berserker experience points +33]
"Sun Soup Supplement!"
Your body has received an energy replenishment, and your Entropy Annihilation Lord experience points have increased by 46.
"Tiga's bombs are coming again!"
[Body severely damaged, Berserker experience points +33]
……
Ian's Ultraman power is exceptionally fierce.
It possesses the immense power to influence both illusion and reality.
It didn't just blow the entire holy city into the sky. White light appeared again and again, and in the midst of the explosions, it finally engulfed the sacred land where all the angels lived.
It even swallowed up the angels' garden.
If it weren't for an invisible force blocking it, it might have engulfed the area where Dean and Sam were standing. Explosions continued one after another, and blazing white beams of light shot straight into the sky.
The King in Yellow's body began to burn.
The unchanging yellow fabric now bears scorch marks.
"Stop resisting! My light is running out!" Ian shouted, but the light emanating from his body grew brighter and brighter. The King in Yellow tried to break free, but his spider legs remained motionless as if welded shut.
In the scorching explosion.
It was vaguely visible that Ian was clinging tightly to another yellow-robed "tentacle monster" covered in tentacles, like an octopus. Perhaps, only one of them was truly indescribable.
"Damn it! Why are you still resisting! I was just kidding! I still have plenty of light left! Super Tiga Bomb!" The thirteenth wave of explosions made Dean and Sam feel the ground shaking.
It's hard to imagine that someone can sound so excited when they're making a self-deprecating revelation, as if the creature they're clinging to isn't some evil being, but rather a virgin they're cuddling with.
Despite being engulfed in flames by the explosion, the King in Yellow remained silent and attempted to tear Ian off his body.
however.
And it didn't work.
Its tentacles, like chains from the abyss, lashed and tore at Ian, but they couldn't stop Ian from sticking to it. Could this not be considered a form of exogenous pollution?
Berserker Experience +3
[Incorrect data, cannot be absorbed.]
Berserker Experience +2
[Incorrect data, cannot be absorbed.]
……
In fact, the King in Yellow's attack not only failed to corrupt Ian, but also provided Ian with some small rewards. The inability to absorb erroneous data also meant that Ian could not be corrupted.
He can't be Cthulhu Ion.
"Sun Soup Supplement!"
Ian didn't take out the thermos, but since he could open an extra dimension through his mouth, the Kryptonian ancient god thermos stored in that extra dimension was also absorbing energy from him in a unique way.
The energy of the true Kryptonian sun god re-encased his ravaged body, healed his wounds, and reignited his fighting spirit.
Boom——!
The entire space trembled from the explosion.
Impure substances surged from the Yellow King's body, attempting to envelop Ian. Unable to break free, it tried, but Ian was like a curse stuck to it.
I can't shake them off no matter what I do.
“I can explode even without light! In fact, I not only have light in my heart, but also… Fel Energy Tiga Bomb!” Ian was infected by fel energy, and he has been storing fel energy in his liver.
Nourishment is carried out in secret.
nowadays.
It blooms together with the power of Odin.
boom--!
Another violent explosion occurred, and white and green light illuminated almost everything. As the Yellow King's figure twisted and turned, the black mist around his body began to dissipate.
"It can't be stopped! My light can't be stopped! This is the power of the King of Angels!" This last wave of explosions was the most terrifying, with green and white energy intertwined.
It forms a huge energy vortex.
The entire heaven was engulfed in blinding light.
As the light faded, only a slowly dissipating mushroom cloud remained in the sky. Two small black dots could be faintly seen streaking across the horizon, eventually transforming into two bright stars.
"By the way, does anyone know what's above heaven?"
Dean and Sam are craning their necks to study the structure of the starry sky in Heaven.
"What are you looking at?" a cold voice came from beside me.
The two brothers turned their heads sharply and saw a handsome man, almost sharp, standing beside them. His golden hair cascaded down his back, and his eyes burned with a fierce white flame.
The most terrifying thing was his expression—it was as if someone had owed him wages for thousands of years.
Before the Winchester brothers could speak, the man had already drawn a circle in the sky. A golden halo unfolded, encircling Ian and the King in Yellow, who had already turned into stars.
They were removed from Heaven.
"Who are you?!" Dean instinctively reached for his waist—however, his demon hunter gun was nowhere to be found, and the boy probably felt that the guy who suddenly appeared was up to no good.
It's something like a demon launching a counterattack into heaven.
"Shut your mouth, I need quiet." The man didn't even bother to glance at him, but stared intently at the ruins of the holy city in the distance, the flames in his eyes flickering even more intensely.
"He is the true King of Angels, Michael."
Another voice sounded.
The two brothers turned their heads and saw a black-haired angel in a well-fitting robe walking slowly towards them. He had a gentle smile on his face and his every move exuded the refined elegance of a scholar.
"Are you all angels?" Sam's voice trembled slightly.
"Yes."
The black-haired angel nodded slightly.
"I am Uriel, responsible for limiting the scope of influence under the Lord's will."
He introduced himself.
At this moment, Michael finally turned his head, his fiery gaze fixed on Uriel.
“Restraints? That guy blew up the Holy City.” His tone was eerily calm, like the stillness before a storm, as if questioning Uriel about possible dereliction of duty.
Uriel's smile froze on his face.
"Well"
He touched his nose.
"I think even I can't predict everything."
The bitter smile that Ian often failed to show was embodied on Uriel's face.
Michael's eyes did not look away.
He kept his eyes fixed on Archangel Uriel.
Even Uriel was somewhat intimidated by this most powerful angel.
He quickly offered an explanation.
"The main problem is that I didn't expect that Amanadir, who was supposed to be guarding the Holy City, would think that the other angels had been infected, so he couldn't escape the Lord's punishment either."
“His faith in the Lord was too devout, and that… he fell to earth along with the other angels.” His expression was very strange; it was clear that even the Cherubim had lost their minds.
His wisdom prevented him from predicting that Amanadir truly lacked wisdom. Pollution shouldn't have affected Amanadir, but he chose to "deceive himself."
In this regard.
Michael couldn't help but rub his temples after hearing this.
“I probably shouldn’t have let that guy in; he was bolder than I expected.” Michael’s tone was full of frustration; he really couldn’t imagine anyone daring to bomb God’s dwelling place.