dtnovels Chapter 178 The frightened bird
Chapter 178 The frightened bird
Faced with this sudden change, Locke, the overlord who once dominated the demon world, felt an unprecedented threat. The hellfire in his body was no longer dormant, but like an enraged dragon, it broke free from its shackles and danced wildly under every inch of its skin, eventually gathering into a three-meter-tall incarnation of flames. That was his last dignity and resistance - the new devil Locke was born in a more condensed and powerful posture.
At the same time, the demon body, which was originally a hundred meters tall, quickly disintegrated like a sand sculpture under the ruthless erosion of the holy light. The newly born Locke, carrying the unextinguished hellfire, turned into a red lightning, vowing to break through this seemingly insurmountable obstacle and escape to the other side of freedom.
"Get out of the way, lowly human! You can't stop my rebirth!" Locke's roar resounded through the sky, and every step shook the space, but Lu Yifang's figure stood like a rock at the entrance of the gate of hell, and the Bible tightly held in his hand seemed to have become his solid shield and sharpest sword.
"Sorry, this road is called 'Justice' and you evil spirits are not allowed to tread on it." Lu Yifang's words were filled with an unyielding indifference. He faced Locke's destructive attack with firm steps and did not flinch.
In an instant, the holiness of the Holy Light and the violence of the Hellfire intertwined, like the collision of day and night, the contest between light and shadow. The two tore and devoured each other, and finally reached a climax in an earth-shaking explosion.
In the aftermath of the explosion, an unusual golden light flowed backwards and fell heavily to the ground. When the dust settled, Locke's scarred figure was revealed, and the Bible was incredibly embedded in his forehead, as if it was a seal for his sins.
As the light of the Bible finally dissipated, Locke's figure also turned into nothingness, leaving only ashes drifting in the wind and a child lying in the dust with a childish face but looking unusually calm - Danny, the son of the devil, but also the seed of hope.
"Danny..." Nadya's call pierced through the aftermath of the explosion. She staggered towards the small figure, tears and smiles intertwined on her face. She hugged Danny tightly, as if embracing the new life of the whole world.
At this moment, the light in the library gradually softened, and everything returned to peace, leaving only a legend, slowly flowing in the long river of time, reminding every living being: between light and darkness, there is always a ray of hope, guiding the lost to return home. In Nadia's vision, a dazzling light was like the dawn, instantly illuminating the surrounding haze. It was not an earthly thing, but the legendary Holy Spirit Angel, wearing a dazzling dress, stepping on an invisible ladder of light, and slowly descending in front of her. The angel gently opened her jade arms, and her fingertips seemed to contain the sacred power to heal all things. She gently brushed Danny's tender face, like the morning light caressing dewdrops. A miracle bloomed at this moment. Danny's life fire, which was almost extinguished, was rekindled by this gentle touch. His eyes trembled slightly, and then he nestled in Nadia's chest with peace of mind, falling into a quiet and deep dream.
"I can't express my gratitude in words..." Nadya's eyes were filled with tears. This was not only for the miracle in front of her eyes, but also for the resonance of the memories deep in her heart. She had traveled to the golden shore countless times in her dreams. There was a superhero with golden glow and snow-like wings. He always spread his wings and descended on the edge of her most desperate abyss, leading her through the darkness and seeing the light again. Now, dreams and reality are intertwined, and the guardian in the dream is the Holy Spirit Angel in front of her. All fantasies and beliefs have been perfectly confirmed at this moment.
Nadya's tears rolled down, she was moved by the mercy of fate, but also had a subtle "complaint" about the strong light - "Oh my God, this light is more dazzling than the morning light, it makes people want to dodge." She smiled secretly in her heart, the dazzling golden halo in front of her was undoubtedly the brightest light of hope in her heart.
At this time, the battlefield of Uzakgektan has become a wasteland. Locke's defeat has completely changed the scene here like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The devastation, scorched earth and huge pits are intertwined, as if it is the deep imprint of nature on this fierce battle. The magma from the gate of hell is slowly devouring these scars. The air is filled with a strong smell of sulfur, making the whole scene closer to the legendary purgatory. Even the demons who are used to extreme environments are horrified by this sudden change. Their leader, the arrogant Locke, was killed in the most direct and brutal way by a seemingly ordinary book.
Seeing this, the remaining demons and devils were like frightened birds, and under the leadership of the high-level devils, they scrambled to flee to the only safe haven - the gate of hell. For them, the earth, a place full of unknowns and dangers, could no longer give them a moment of peace. Only by returning to the familiar hell could they find a little comfort. With the disappearance of Locke, the fragile crack between hell and the world began to shrink rapidly, and finally disappeared into thin air.
Lu Yifang stood on the battlefield, witnessing the end of all this, feeling both relieved and emotional. He turned to face Thor, the Asgardian warrior, who was now lying in the battle pit he had made with his own hands, his face full of fatigue and relief. Lu Yifang said nothing, but just stood quietly by the side. He knew that for Thor, such a rest might be the best comfort. After this battle that transcends races and boundaries, everything will eventually return to peace, and new hope will quietly sprout in this ruin. On the land that was gently caressed by ancient legends, not far from Lu Yifang, a deep pit suddenly appeared. It was not only a depression in the soil, but also a unique mark left by the wrath of Thor, as if it was nature's silent witness to the heroic feat. Just as Lu Yifang wanted to shake this extraordinary thing with his mortal body and wake it up from the dust, an unprecedented sound wave tore the air like a sharp blade. It was the space itself wailing, foreshadowing that a contest beyond the mortal world was about to take place.
Lu Yifang suddenly looked back and saw that the curtain of space was like a fragile paper, torn open by an indescribable force. From the crack, a silhouette clad in thick black fog slowly walked out, as if it was a messenger from the abyss, standing at the junction of hell and the human world. The pair of blood-red eyes flashing in the darkness were like the fire of purgatory, cruel and greedy, staring at Lu Yifang, revealing its desire for victory and disdain for the weak.