Capítulo 90: Chapter 90: Revolt against the Heavens: Battle of the Heavenly Court (1)
In the heart of the battlefield, amidst the clash of forces and the deafening sound of war, Michael, one of the Holy Paladins' archangels, confronted the Northern Great Emperor of the Heavenly Court. Their eyes locked, radiating determination and an unyielding spirit.
Michael's ethereal wings expanded, glowing with divine light, as he brandished his celestial sword. The power of the Paladins surged within him, fueling his every movement. With a voice like thunder, he spoke, "Heavenly Court, your reign ends today! Prepare to face the wrath of the Church!"
The Northern Great Emperor, his icy aura crystallizing the air around him, remained calm and composed. Clad in shimmering ice armor, he raised his hand, conjuring a blizzard that howled through the battlefield. His voice, cold and resolute, cut through the biting wind, "Michael, you underestimate the power of the Heavenly Court. Prepare to be shattered by the might of my Ice!"
The clash began in a spectacular display of prowess and power. Michael lunged forward, his blade slashing through the air, leaving behind trails of radiant energy. But the Northern Great Emperor was unfazed, swiftly evading the attack with graceful movements akin to dancing on ice.
Their battle unfolded like a dance, each combatant weaving their techniques with precision and finesse. Michael unleashed devastating waves of holy energy, while the Northern Great Emperor countered with cascades of freezing mist that encased his opponent's movements, threatening to freeze him in place.
As they exchanged blows, their words carried the weight of their conviction. Michael shouted, "Your icy grip will not hold me, for I fight with the righteous fury of the divine!" His strikes grew more intense, channeling the strength of his celestial heritage.
The Northern Great Emperor remained steadfast, his icy gaze unyielding. "You may wield great power, but I command the chill of winter, the unrelenting force of ice. Your fiery determination will shatter upon the frozen shores of my domain," he countered, his attacks becoming more calculated and precise.
With each clash, the battlefield became a canvas of opposing elements—holy light battling against freezing frost. The air crackled with their energies, an otherworldly symphony of power and conflict. Spectators watched in awe and trepidation as the battle reached its climax.
As fatigue began to gnaw at Michael, the Northern Great Emperor seized the opportunity. He summoned his most potent ice formation, a swirling vortex of frost and frigid winds. The freezing cyclone enveloped Michael, its icy tendrils threatening to drain his vitality.
Struggling against the freezing grip, Michael mustered his remaining strength. "I will not yield! The light of the Church will prevail!" With a final surge of energy, he shattered the ice vortex, shattering the Northern Great Emperor's hold over him.
However, the Northern Great Emperor, undeterred, launched his ultimate technique, a devastating wave of frost that surged towards Michael, encasing him in a solid block of ice. The battlefield fell silent, as the Northern Great Emperor stood triumphantly before the frozen form of his defeated adversary.
With a commanding voice, he declared, "The Northern Great Emperor prevails! Know that the power of ice is eternal, and it will consume all who stand against the Heavenly Court."
Just as he said that he silently disappears into a mysterious space gate.
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The battlefield crackled with an intense energy as Gabriel, one of God's archangels, faced off against the Western Great Emperor of the Heavenly Court. The clash between these formidable warriors promised to be a spectacle of epic proportions. Sparks danced in the air as Gabriel unsheathed his gleaming celestial blade, its holy light casting an ethereal glow across the battlefield.
The Western Great Emperor, a master of the Way of Flame, exuded an aura of fiery power. Flames licked at his fingertips, his eyes burning with determination. With a wave of his hand, he conjured a torrent of scorching fire, swirling around him like a cyclone of destruction. "Prepare yourself, Gabriel," he growled, his voice carrying the weight of his formidable presence. "I will reduce you to ashes."
Gabriel's wings shimmered, their majestic feathers reflecting the radiant light. His voice echoed with unwavering resolve. "Your flames may rage, but they shall be quenched by the righteous fury of the heavens," he declared, his voice resonating with divine authority.
With a thunderous clash, the battle began. Gabriel swiftly darted through the air, his movements nimble and precise. He unleashed a barrage of holy strikes, each swing of his blade creating shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield. The Western Great Emperor retaliated, conjuring pillars of fire that soared towards Gabriel with ferocious intensity. The clash of their powers filled the air with deafening explosions and billowing clouds of smoke.
As their confrontation unfolded, a dance of power and technique, their conversation intertwined with their movements. Gabriel pressed the Western Great Emperor, his voice resonating with an unwavering conviction. "Your flames may scorch the earth, but they cannot extinguish the light of righteousness," he proclaimed, parrying a searing blast with a deft maneuver.
The Western Great Emperor sneered, his flames intensifying. "Your delusional self righteousness is a frail illusion," he retorted, his voice seething with arrogance. "In the end, only power and dominance prevail."
With each clash, the battleground shifted and crackled with unleashed energy. Gabriel's blade radiated with divine light, countering the scorching waves of fire that sought to consume him. The Heavenly Court's Western Great Emperor displayed his mastery over the Way of Flame, his attacks growing more relentless and devastating with every passing moment.
But Gabriel, fueled by his unwavering faith and unyielding determination, refused to be overwhelmed. His wings spread wide, carrying him effortlessly through the air as he deftly evaded the Emperor's onslaught. "Power without purpose is hollow," Gabriel stated, his voice resonating with resolute conviction. "True strength lies in protecting the innocent, defending the world against the heretics by exterminating them no matter the cost."
With a surge of divine energy, Gabriel unleashed a blinding flash of light, momentarily dazzling his opponent. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, he seized the opportunity, his celestial blade descending with righteous fury. The clash was thunderous, a culmination of power and will.
As their blades met, a surge of energy pulsed through the battlefield. The Western Great Emperor's flames flickered, faltering under the assault. His eyes widened in disbelief as Gabriel's celestial blade cleaved through his defenses, dispelling the raging inferno that enveloped him.
With a resounding defeat, the Western Great Emperor fell to his knees, his flames diminishing to mere embers. The battle had reached its climax, the power of the church's Gabriel proving triumphant. The defeated Emperor gasped for breath, his voice barely a whisper. "You... you have defeated me...."
Gabriel, his blade still ablaze with holy light, extended a hand towards his enemy to deliver the final blow, but just as he was about to do so, a mysterious force sucked them and their entire armies into his domain.
Promptly everyone forgot about the existence of them, as if they never even existed!
Obviously the Heavenly Way acted and imprisoned them. Each of them landed in a separate small black room.
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