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M: TSIA Chapter 160: The Thank You Gift from Lucifer
🕑 Added 2025-05-07 14:57:52 +0000 UTCWhere Amenadiel knew that with his true power, under normal conditions, no one could defeat him. But here, in a world bound by different laws, Amenadiel was forced to hold back. It was a bitter reality, and he did not want to accept it.
“That’s not interesting,” Lance said, spreading his arms wide, his sly smile widening. “If I were your age, if I were like you, I could kill millions of people like you with just one hand. Do you believe that?”
Amenadiel remained silent. Only his eyes, sharp and piercing, stared at Lance, a pair of golden eyes shining like two setting suns.
Lance sighed. “Not willing to admit defeat? Then go ahead!”
With a swift motion, Lance pressed one hand to Amenadiel’s face, and in that instant, a massive wave of white swept across the sea.
Boom!
The sea exploded as if this world no longer cared about the laws of physics.
Immediately after, hundreds of figures identical to Lance emerged from the sea, striking Amenadiel’s body like a volleyball, sending him flying across the sky.
Amenadiel roared in anger, but he had no chance to fight back. The attacks came so fast, so terrifying, that there was no time to do anything.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of collisions was relentless. Above the vast ocean, countless human figures appeared, while the sounds of clanging, shouting, and continuous crashes filled the air.
The SHIELD aircraft carrier cautiously approached the battlefield, but no one knew how to proceed. Watching the flickering figures in the sky, they could only remain silent.
How powerful would a loudspeaker need to be to penetrate such a loud and deafening whistle?
“Do you admit defeat?” Lance asked again, his tone calm yet challenging.
“Never think about it!” Amenadiel replied hoarsely, almost gasping for breath.
Lance merely chuckled. “Do you admit defeat?” he asked again, without a hint of pity.
“Keep dreaming!” Amenadiel shot back, his voice filled with hatred.
“Ah da da da da da da…”
Lance laughed with satisfaction, relishing every second of the suffering he inflicted. Each time Lance moved, he plucked a few feathers from Amenadiel’s angelic wings, almost every attack leaving increasingly severe wounds.
In a short time, Amenadiel hardly resembled the noble angel he once was. His once-beautiful wings were now nearly featherless, and his powerful body lay weak.
Yet, Amenadiel persisted. His pride and dignity still burned brightly, refusing to acknowledge defeat.
Finally, someone could no longer hold back.
A portal appeared in the air, and from it, a figure well-known to many emerged. The Sorcerer Supreme walked out casually, chuckling softly and stopping Lance with a firm voice, “Lance, for my sake, please let the man go!”
Lance sighed. “Alright, Sorcerer Supreme,” he replied, a sly smile that couldn’t be hidden on his face.
There was no need to continue the battle any further. Although Amenadiel did not admit defeat, the system had recorded his track record.
[Defeat the Sealed Version of the Angel of Death and earn a total of 5000 points]
Defeating Amenadiel alone granted him 5000 points. However, if Lance decided to kill him, the points he could earn might exceed 10,000.
It seemed that Planetary-Level was a very substantial prize!
When Thor, the God of Thunder, and his unfortunate brother, Loki, arrived on Earth, Lance felt the need to give them a memory they would never forget.
However, unfortunately, Amenadiel, the confident black-skinned angel, refused to acknowledge his defeat. Would Lucifer deny it?
"Ancient One..." Amenadiel snorted angrily at the appearance of the Sorcerer Supreme.
A great commotion broke out, with Amenadiel unable to believe that the Ancient One had just learned what was happening. A question arose in his mind: Was it possible that the Ancient One had been watching them closely for a long time? Perhaps the Ancient One had been there, observing every second of this fight.
Amenadiel shook his head in frustration, feeling that the Ancient One was more aware of the embarrassment he was experiencing than he was. "But... EMMMM!"
Suddenly, two figures appeared amidst the chaos.
Lucifer held Mazikeen by the neck with one hand, in a position that resembled carrying a princess. With high spirits, Lucifer waved his hand towards Amenadiel, "Little witch, you did a great job! That's how you defeat him!"
Yes, Lucifer had a very close relationship with Mazikeen. Seeing Amenadiel getting beaten up, Lucifer was even more excited than Lance, the one who was supposed to be directly involved in this.
Mazikeen rolled her eyes, not saying a word, while her slender arms continued to hold her boss with a sense of responsibility. The small wings on Mazikeen's back flapped quickly, as if marking her enthusiasm.
Indeed. The one being carried by Mazikeen right now—Lucifer—was actually brought here by his little succubus daughter.
Lance was stunned, unable to believe what he had just seen. "You...?"
"Ah, this." Lucifer waved his hand casually. "I’ve retired. I’m no longer the Lord of Hell. I’ve even relinquished those powers. Now I rely on Mazikeen to protect me."
Lance looked at the Sorcerer Supreme, who simply nodded slowly, "I agreed to let Lucifer enter Earth to enjoy his retirement because Lucifer had torn both of his wings in front of me."
"...!" Lance could only give a thumbs up and smile widely. "Crazy, but cool!"
It turned out that Lucifer was not just appearing weak. In fact, Lucifer had been playing a "self-castration" game, making him seem helpless. Lance felt as if a great secret had just been revealed before his eyes.
Lucifer shrugged casually and gave a wide smile to his brother, "Amenadiel, tut tut, seeing you like this, I don’t think you’ll recover anytime soon. Perfect, you can accompany me on vacation on Earth!"
Amenadiel could only glare in anger, then he closed his eyes, trying to suppress the rising fury.
Lucifer laughed and affectionately patted Mazikeen on the neck. "Mazikeen, where is your Black Knife?"
"For what?" Mazikeen asked, confused.
"A thank you gift!" Lucifer replied casually. "We don’t have any valuable items, so I’ll give the Black Knife to this little witch. I really like this little one."
