Michael was standing on the altar, looking condescendingly at Lucifer and Mephistopheles.

After a suffocating silence, Lucifer spoke first: "My dear brother, we haven't seen each other for thousands of years, why don't you take off your noble helmet and let us brothers meet face to face?"

Michael slowly descended the platform, his sturdy boots making a sonorous sound on the ground. He walked up to Lucifer, then reached out and took off his helmet made of gold, tossed it at his feet, revealing a face that was almost identical to Lucifer's.

Michael did look much like Lucifer: their eyes were pure blue, without a trace of impurities, which was God's gift to his children. But Michael and Lucifer are also different, Michael's hair is as golden as the warm sun, while Lucifer's hair is as dark as night, which brings out his coldness and evil spirit.

"You've changed a lot, my brother. Michael said, staring at Lucifer's long dark hair.

"Have I changed? do you mean my appearance or my heart?" Lucifer asked rhetorically with a twisted smile.

"Brother, don't be wrong again. Go back with me now, and my father will pardon you for colluding with hell to escape from prison, which is your only and last chance. Michael said to Lucifer in an almost pleading tone.

Lucifer laughed and laughed, "Go back with you, and let me rot in that prison?" No, my brother, I didn't call you here because I wanted the prodigal son to turn back. I have called you here for the sole purpose of fulfilling the promise I made, to fight you to the death!"

Michael's blue eyes were a mixture of sorrow and compassion, "No, my brother. I don't want to fight you anymore. Haven't you understood for thousands of years why I didn't kill you in the first place, and despite all the unforgivable things you've done, and even though others have thought you're hopeless, at least I, and I, still think of you as a brother, Lucifer!"

"If you want to talk about brotherhood, it's better to save it, I have never been grateful to you if you didn't kill me, on the contrary, my hatred is growing day by day. Now there are no brothers here, only the final battle between me and you until death. Lucifer said as he tossed the parchment into Mephistopheles' hand and waved it not to join in the dispute. "The elder brother who keeps saying that he still regards me as a younger brother, how will he choose in terms of your so-called family affection and responsibility?"

Lucifer's fully unfurled six pitch-black wings cast a huge shadow on the wall, and he pressed his hand to the ground as if to feel something throb. He let out a sudden shout, and the marble floor shattered, and Luciferah pulled a cross-sword tangled in countless chains from the ground to the ground.

"You remember the sword, my brother. Lucifer shouted at Michael in a provocative tone.

Michael stared at the sword, his eyes flashing with mixed feelings: "That sword, the Holy Sword of Justice, Noah, is the holy sword that you once held as the Archangel of Justice. He glanced at Lucifer with sorrow, "It was sealed by your father's own hands after you were stripped of your identity as an archangel of justice. Now that you've taken that sword out of the Endless Abyss, do you want to show that you must fight me to the death today?"

"Only this sword that once belonged to Seraphim is worthy of letting me take your life, hurry! Now! Draw your Dome, the holy sword of light!" Lucifer's face became terrifying with his eagerness to fight, "Let me bury you here, Michael!"

A tear rolled down from the corner of Lucifer's eye, and even Mephistopheles was unusually surprised: even a learned demon like it had never known that the archangels wept like those mortals, and it never even thought that they could have human feelings compared to the gods, which made it wonder if its eyes were wrong.

"Then do as you wish, brother!" Michael drew the Dome, the sword of light that he wore at his waist, as described in many legends, the cross-sword representing light, the blade of which radiated the warmth and softness of the sun even in the dark, making people feel its sacredness and majesty even from a distance. "However, this duel will not end with my death, but with yours, brother!"

"Do you remember to threaten me now?, but now it is too late to say anything, and it was already doomed from the day you chose the hypocritical path of light. Lucifer shattered all the chains that wrapped around the sword, and the blade struck Michael in the heart with a swift blow.

Almost at the same moment, Michael spread his wings behind his back, and like a gust of wind, he leaped into mid-air to dodge Lucifer's swift attack. He stared at Lucifer standing on the ground, and said in a tone that he had already noticed: "After so many years, your habit of liking to take the opponent's life has not changed, Lucifer. ”

"Just a little bit to see if you're still as agile as you used to be, and see if you're regressing because you're too comfortable. Now that your strength is about the same as before, it's time for you to see my true strength now. Lucifer said as he began to see a lot of tiny black particles around him, and Lucifer's face showed a weird grin.

Michael stared at the black particles that appeared next to Lucifer, a look of suspicion flashing across his face. But before he could think about it, a shadow rushed in front of him with great speed and stabbed his unsuspecting throat with a sword, Michael blocked the fatal blow with his backhand, and then a counterattack kicked the shadow hard to the cracked ground.

Is it my delusion? Michael looked in disbelief at the dark figure on the ground as he slowly stood up: that thing had the exact same face as Lucifer! And it wasn't a doppelganger, it was like a shadow-like thing with a physical body.

Lucifer seemed to understand what Michael was thinking, and he smiled slightly: "That's right, brother, you guessed it right, I have touched the forbidden realm that even my father fears, and now I can freely use this forbidden power called the void, and this power will make me immortal." ”

Michael's heart sank, the power called the void is what people often call cosmic dark matter, that is the deepest darkness left over from the Big Bang, and almost no one can grasp its power: because that power is too dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be eaten by dark matter, and you will completely lose yourself. Now Michael finally understands that the black particles and the shadow that appear around Lucifer are the embodiment of the dark matter he is using.

"Do you want to wipe out your existence, Lucifer!?" Michael yelled angrily at his brother, who for the first time felt so strange and terrifying to the person in front of him.

"Disappear or exist, I don't care anymore! All I want now is revenge on this world! Lucifer stretched out his hands in fascination and made a summoning gesture, "Now obey my commands, and emerge from the deepest darkness!

With Lucifer's call, the black particles floating beside him began to condense and form again, and soon two black shadows with faces that were indistinguishable from Lucifer's appeared beside him.

Lucifer held up a finger and proudly showed off to Michael: "These ethereal spirits are not the kind of clones you usually see, each of them has completely copied my power, and even the material of the weapon is completely copied from Noah's, it is simply the most perfect and outstanding work of art in the world." So, my dear brother, do you have what it takes to deal with three of me at the same time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, three black shadows rushed towards Michael from different directions like lightning and flint, and Michael also held the dome in his hand to meet him. For a moment, Michael's fierce battle cries, the violent metal clashing between swords, the roar of stone pillars shattering and collapsing, and the piercing screams of the ethereals echoed throughout the hall.

Michael didn't know why Lucifer hadn't attacked with his Ethereals, but he was glad that if even the real Lucifer had joined the battle, it would have been a tough one for him.

Michael seems to be perfect in every move, and in fact, Michael has never been the one to take the initiative to attack. He always likes to let the enemy attack first, then find out the enemy's weak point in the defense, and then deliver a fatal blow to the enemy's weak point.

The Ethereals surrounded Michael in the center, but they didn't know that they were playing into Michael's hands: the more the enemy pressed forward, the more powerful he would be with that move.

Michael held the Dome Grid in his right hand to block the slashes of the Ethereals at the same moment, while his left hand gathered the divine power within him, and when the power gradually stabilized into a blind, scorching orb, Michael knew that the time had come.

"O light of the sun, obey my commands, melt the darkness of the embers, and cover the world with absolute light, Oracle Yangyan!" he shouted, and the sphere in his palm exploded, and the dazzling light instantly spread throughout the air, and the ethereal spirits disappeared in an instant the moment they were illuminated by the light, and even the traces of existence were erased.

After using Yang Yan, Michael had to stop and take a few breaths, the power of Yang Yan is almost comparable to the energy released by the sun, and objects within a radius of 20 meters will even be directly vaporized and evaporated, and only as an archangel of light can use this powerful power, but once he uses this trick, he has to take time to recover.

Is it Lucifer left?" he thought to himself as he stared at Lucifer, who was sitting quietly on the ground, but before he could react, Michael felt a hand against the back of his heart, and his body was tightly wrapped in chains of dark matter, unable to move.

He turned his head and saw something that shocked him: Lucifer actually flapped his dark wings behind him. Michael glanced back at Lucifer sitting on the ground in disbelief, only to see that the guy sitting on the ground gradually began to drift away with the wind, forming a mass of black granular objects.

"That's also a clone of the ethereal spirits, you've been fooled, brother. Lucifer put his lips to Lucifer's ear and said in a mocking tone, "You can't dodge this attack from close range! Now you should die, naïve and useless fool!"

Only then did Michael realize that he had completely fallen for Lucifer's strategy: Lucifer obviously knew that even if he and all the ethereal spirits attacked Michael together, he would never be able to dodge Michael's strongest move, Yang Yan, so he had been secretly and quietly observing Michael's moves, in order to find out the flaws that Michael had inadvertently revealed, and now he finally found an opportunity.

At the moment when he was about to die at the hands of his brother, Michael did not shout or pray, he just turned his head calmly and gave Lucifer a faint smile that he had always done to his brother: "It's okay, brother. Even if you kill me now, I still won't change that affection for you, because no matter what, we will always be brothers. ”

Lucifer's heart felt as if something had struck him, but he quickly forcibly dispelled the feeling. That's right, at this point, he has no way back, and he will never be able to turn back, but why does he feel so sad and painful in his heart?

"Goodbye, brother" Lucifer closed his eyes and delivered the final blow to Michael, "obey my commands, destroy, Void!"

Purple light suddenly lit up, a shattering light from the void, bathed in this apocalyptic light, St. Peter's Basilica was instantly razed to the ground, and Michael fell softly to the ground with the last smile on his face like a pure white snowflake.