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# American Comics: Tales of a Cultivator
## Chapter 285: Black Phoenix, The Death of Michael, The Demise of Professor Charles
Just like when he had calmed the out-of-control Black Phoenix.
A soothing Psychic Ability, full of affection and persuasion, like hypnosis, invaded Michael's body, slightly easing the pain of his soul being torn apart.
The vast Psionic Energy even made the consciousness of Michael, the Heavenly Kingdom Vice-Regent, feel somewhat hazy, as if bathing in the Lord's Holy Light.
Just as Professor Charles slightly relaxed.
A horn suddenly sounded before the Gate of Heaven. The sound of the Horn of the Apocalypse was like a sharp spike piercing Michael's mind, instantly making Him clear-headed.
Michael looked back at Gabriel, who was slowly lowering the Horn of the Apocalypse. Although Gabriel's face showed no mocking expression, the proud Michael still felt the humiliation of being toyed with.
"Mortal!"
Looking at the mortal before him who dared to mock Him so boldly, Michael could no longer suppress His furious emotions.
As for whether this mortal was the angel Gabriel intended to escort, He didn't care at all.
With a swing of the longsword in His hand, the Sacred Flame that surged in the sky condensed into a towering Light Beam, sweeping towards the Angelic Legion blocking His path.
Hundreds of thousands of angels controlled by Professor Charles were instantly swept away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. They were either swallowed by the Sacred Flame or sent flying far away like golf balls by the Sword Light.
Gabriel, standing beside the Gate of Heaven, saw this scene and simply put away the Horn of the Apocalypse, returning to Paradise Mountain.
With His descending Sacred Soul extinguished, even an Archangel like Michael would need at least several hundred years of recuperation to recover. At a time like this, even Gabriel didn't want to touch Michael's bad luck.
A powerful soul, and a brother He had been with for hundreds of thousands of years – He could still distinguish between what was important.
The Sword Light Michael swung with His full power swept away thousands of angels. The Sacred Flame within the Sword Light swept over Professor Charles, and under the burning of the Sacred Flame, Professor Charles's originally dim body instantly became even more transparent.
"Hmph!" Looking at the soul form being burned by the Sacred Flame before Him, Michael let out a cold snort of satisfaction. He was just about to end Professor Charles with a single sword strike.
Suddenly, His figure paused. He sensed a powerful aura coming from behind Charles, from behind the Psychic Portal where His Split Soul had descended.
Michael tightened His grip on His sword. Without a word, a streak of Sword Light slashed towards that slightly ajar Psychic Portal.
A fair arm reached out from within the Psychic Portal. The pale hand gently clenched, and the Sword Light slashing towards the Space Gate instantly vanished into nothingness.
As the palm opened, Michael's eyes narrowed. The Sword Light, composed of pure white Sacred Flame, was actually kneaded into countless black dust particles in this palm and scattered onto the clouds.
The slightly ajar portal was pushed open, and a woman in a black battle suit with flowing red hair walked out from within. Her entire body seemed to be enveloped in energy fluctuations like Crimson Flames.
However, this energy was a thousand, ten thousand times higher in level than ordinary flames.
"Phoenix Force!? You are the Host of the Phoenix Force!" Michael recognized the power swirling around the woman's body. It was the legendary Phoenix Force.
The Phoenix Force is a Cosmic Energy, one of the most powerful entities in the Universe, but not the only one. The Phoenix Force can exist independently or possess a Host.
According to Michael's understanding, the essence of the complete Phoenix Force is even more powerful than the Lord, but the Hosts of the Phoenix Force vary in Strength.
He just didn't know the Strength of the Host before Him. Jean Grey, or rather, Black Phoenix, looked at Professor Charles, who was being burned by the Sacred Flame, with disgust. Impatiently, she reached out and clenched her hand, and the Sacred Flame burning on Professor Charles immediately extinguished.
Black Phoenix raised her head and stared at Michael haughtily, her gaze as if looking at an insect.
Michael was very familiar with this kind of gaze. He had always used this gaze to look down upon others. He never expected that one day, someone would stare at Him with such a gaze.
Michael snorted angrily. With a backhand swing of His sword, white Holy Light wrapped in monstrous Sacred Flame swept towards Black Phoenix. In an instant, everything within a hundred-mile radius was completely destroyed. All matter was instantly vaporized.
Facing this destructive attack, Black Phoenix didn't even move a step. The crimson energy around her body surged against the wind, like a red tide, slamming towards Michael.
Sacred Flame and the crimson energy flames met. The two energies collided, resulting in an eerie silence. The usually overbearing Holy Light Sacred Flame met the even more overbearing Phoenix Force and directly dissipated into nothingness, breaking down into the simplest energy particles.
Three breaths. The sky-filling Sacred Flame that Michael had swung His sword to unleash only lasted for three breaths before the Phoenix Force. Then, the sky-filling crimson flames, like a reversed wind and fire, slammed fiercely towards Michael.
The crest of the monstrous wave-like crimson Phoenix Force almost submerged the high-and-mighty Gate of Heaven.
*Rip!* Michael spread His wings. Using the ability of His wings to traverse space, He avoided the surging red tide formed by the Phoenix Force. With a flash of Holy Light, He appeared behind Black Phoenix.
The Sword of the Fire God silently stabbed towards Black Phoenix's back.
The Sword of the Fire God pierced through the Energy Defense Barrier composed of Phoenix Force on Black Phoenix's body. Even though the Sword of the Fire God was one of the most famous Divine Artifacts in Heaven, in the face of this Cosmic Level power of the Phoenix Force, it was corroded and became pitted and uneven. Even the sword tip was broken down into the most basic energy particles.
It was precisely because of the Phoenix Force's formidable power that it gave Black Phoenix time to react. She grabbed Michael's wrist with a backhand. The Phoenix Force on her palm instantly corroded away Michael's sword-wielding right hand, along with His entire arm.
As one of the few Archangels in Heaven, Michael had led the Angelic Legion in countless battles, conquering countless dimensions and leveling countless heretical God's Kingdoms. His combat experience was not something this Little Girl, Black Phoenix, could compare with.
Michael endured the pain of His arm being decomposed. Two streaks of Golden Flame suddenly shot out from His eyes towards Black Phoenix.
This Golden Flame was not only extremely hot, but it also carried a powerful Soul Attack, like the Ghost Rider's Eyes of Judgment.
At this moment, Black Phoenix seemed to hear hundreds of millions of Followers devoutly shouting Michael's name.
# American Comics: Tales of a Cultivator
## Chapter 285: Black Phoenix, The Death of Michael, The Demise of Professor Charles
Just like when he had calmed the out-of-control Black Phoenix.
A soothing Psychic Ability, full of affection and persuasion, like hypnosis, invaded Michael's body, slightly easing the pain of his soul being torn apart.
The vast Psionic Energy even made the consciousness of Michael, the Heavenly Kingdom Vice-Regent, feel somewhat hazy, as if bathing in the Lord's Holy Light.
Just as Professor Charles slightly relaxed.
A horn suddenly sounded before the Gate of Heaven. The sound of the Horn of the Apocalypse was like a sharp spike piercing Michael's mind, instantly making Him clear-headed.
Michael looked back at Gabriel, who was slowly lowering the Horn of the Apocalypse. Although Gabriel's face showed no mocking expression, the proud Michael still felt the humiliation of being toyed with.
"Mortal!"
Looking at the mortal before him who dared to mock Him so boldly, Michael could no longer suppress His furious emotions.
As for whether this mortal was the angel Gabriel intended to escort, He didn't care at all.
With a swing of the longsword in His hand, the Sacred Flame that surged in the sky condensed into a towering Light Beam, sweeping towards the Angelic Legion blocking His path.
Hundreds of thousands of angels controlled by Professor Charles were instantly swept away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. They were either swallowed by the Sacred Flame or sent flying far away like golf balls by the Sword Light.
Gabriel, standing beside the Gate of Heaven, saw this scene and simply put away the Horn of the Apocalypse, returning to Paradise Mountain.
With His descending Sacred Soul extinguished, even an Archangel like Michael would need at least several hundred years of recuperation to recover. At a time like this, even Gabriel didn't want to touch Michael's bad luck.
A powerful soul, and a brother He had been with for hundreds of thousands of years – He could still distinguish between what was important.
The Sword Light Michael swung with His full power swept away thousands of angels. The Sacred Flame within the Sword Light swept over Professor Charles, and under the burning of the Sacred Flame, Professor Charles's originally dim body instantly became even more transparent.
"Hmph!" Looking at the soul form being burned by the Sacred Flame before Him, Michael let out a cold snort of satisfaction. He was just about to end Professor Charles with a single sword strike.
Suddenly, His figure paused. He sensed a powerful aura coming from behind Charles, from behind the Psychic Portal where His Split Soul had descended.
Michael tightened His grip on His sword. Without a word, a streak of Sword Light slashed towards that slightly ajar Psychic Portal.
A fair arm reached out from within the Psychic Portal. The pale hand gently clenched, and the Sword Light slashing towards the Space Gate instantly vanished into nothingness.
As the palm opened, Michael's eyes narrowed. The Sword Light, composed of pure white Sacred Flame, was actually kneaded into countless black dust particles in this palm and scattered onto the clouds.
The slightly ajar portal was pushed open, and a woman in a black battle suit with flowing red hair walked out from within. Her entire body seemed to be enveloped in energy fluctuations like Crimson Flames.
However, this energy was a thousand, ten thousand times higher in level than ordinary flames.
"Phoenix Force!? You are the Host of the Phoenix Force!" Michael recognized the power swirling around the woman's body. It was the legendary Phoenix Force.
The Phoenix Force is a Cosmic Energy, one of the most powerful entities in the Universe, but not the only one. The Phoenix Force can exist independently or possess a Host.
According to Michael's understanding, the essence of the complete Phoenix Force is even more powerful than the Lord, but the Hosts of the Phoenix Force vary in Strength.
He just didn't know the Strength of the Host before Him. Jean Grey, or rather, Black Phoenix, looked at Professor Charles, who was being burned by the Sacred Flame, with disgust. Impatiently, she reached out and clenched her hand, and the Sacred Flame burning on Professor Charles immediately extinguished.
Black Phoenix raised her head and stared at Michael haughtily, her gaze as if looking at an insect.
Michael was very familiar with this kind of gaze. He had always used this gaze to look down upon others. He never expected that one day, someone would stare at Him with such a gaze.
Michael snorted angrily. With a backhand swing of His sword, white Holy Light wrapped in monstrous Sacred Flame swept towards Black Phoenix. In an instant, everything within a hundred-mile radius was completely destroyed. All matter was instantly vaporized.
Facing this destructive attack, Black Phoenix didn't even move a step. The crimson energy around her body surged against the wind, like a red tide, slamming towards Michael.
Sacred Flame and the crimson energy flames met. The two energies collided, resulting in an eerie silence. The usually overbearing Holy Light Sacred Flame met the even more overbearing Phoenix Force and directly dissipated into nothingness, breaking down into the simplest energy particles.
Three breaths. The sky-filling Sacred Flame that Michael had swung His sword to unleash only lasted for three breaths before the Phoenix Force. Then, the sky-filling crimson flames, like a reversed wind and fire, slammed fiercely towards Michael.
The crest of the monstrous wave-like crimson Phoenix Force almost submerged the high-and-mighty Gate of Heaven.
*Rip!* Michael spread His wings. Using the ability of His wings to traverse space, He avoided the surging red tide formed by the Phoenix Force. With a flash of Holy Light, He appeared behind Black Phoenix.
The Sword of the Fire God silently stabbed towards Black Phoenix's back.
The Sword of the Fire God pierced through the Energy Defense Barrier composed of Phoenix Force on Black Phoenix's body. Even though the Sword of the Fire God was one of the most famous Divine Artifacts in Heaven, in the face of this Cosmic Level power of the Phoenix Force, it was corroded and became pitted and uneven. Even the sword tip was broken down into the most basic energy particles.
It was precisely because of the Phoenix Force's formidable power that it gave Black Phoenix time to react. She grabbed Michael's wrist with a backhand. The Phoenix Force on her palm instantly corroded away Michael's sword-wielding right hand, along with His entire arm.
As one of the few Archangels in Heaven, Michael had led the Angelic Legion in countless battles, conquering countless dimensions and leveling countless heretical God's Kingdoms. His combat experience was not something this Little Girl, Black Phoenix, could compare with.
Michael endured the pain of His arm being decomposed. Two streaks of Golden Flame suddenly shot out from His eyes towards Black Phoenix.
This Golden Flame was not only extremely hot, but it also carried a powerful Soul Attack, like the Ghost Rider's Eyes of Judgment.
At this moment, Black Phoenix seemed to hear hundreds of millions of Followers devoutly shouting Michael's name.
