Michael eyed Wilbur coldly. "You''re asking for death."


    "Do you really think you''ve got the world in the palm of your hand just because of one stupid ring?" Wilbur mocked.


    The yful expression on his face infuriated Michael, who roared, "You foolish imbecile. The Ring of Fire is a divine weapon that has been blessed by the Holy Illuminati Lord. It contains divine mes from the heavens that will torch you low lives to ashes!"


    "Is that so? I''d really like to see that," Wilbur smiledzily.


    Michael red up at once, and his holy me sword appeared in his grasp.


    The temperature around him rose in the blink of an eye, and an enormous zing cloud appeared in the sky to ze down on the ground.


    Wilbur smiled. "Seems pretty cool, I guess."


    Michael nearly fainted with rage. This was a divine weapon! How dare this bastard speak of the Ring of Fire like that?


    "This is your punishment from the heavens!" Michael roared. "Liquid ze!"


    He swung his sword down toward Wilbur.


    All at once, roaring holy mes surged out of the de of the sword.


    They seemed to char the air itself as if the air wasbusting from their sheer presence.


    Wilbur let out a cry, exploding with spiritual energy. The historical halberd turned pale as if it were intangible.


    He darted to the side, ducking the iing mes before turning sharply in the air. He shot towards Michael, bringing the halberd down.


    Michael''s eye twitched at the sight of the barely tangible halberd.


    "Chaotic Dissection," Wilbur cried out.


    The ability gave Michael a shock.


    Arge amount of spiritual energy was needed to master this ability, as well as substantial knowledge of time and space.


    There were hardly a handful of people who could do this.


    If Michael remembered correctly, only that mysteriously powerful Pope of his church had mastered this ability.


    This young man seemed to know it, too.


    Chaotic Dissection was an ability that could slice through anything and everything. No one would dare toe into contact with it with their body, and it was only second to the Dimensional Arrow in terms of power.


    Michael let out a roar of fury, bringing the holy fire sword down on Wilbur.


    Wilbur made another impossible turn in mid-air, darting behind Michael and going for his waist.


    Just as Wilbur raised the historical halberd, Michael grew two more heads on his body. All six of his eyes could see in all directions and he swung the holy fire sword backward.


    Wilbur could not afford to meet those destructive mes head-on and had no choice but to duck.


    Both men were wary of each other''s powers, hovering across each other and waiting for the right moment to strike.


    Below them, the battle had reached new levels of intensity.


    Karl''s fight against the eight holy warriors was still ongoing, both parties equally matched.


    The Church of the me Dragon Lord''s militia members grew in strength and courage under the influence of Catherine''s natural charm and the twenty thousand believers'' support and had properly gained the upper hand over the enemy knights. The church militia knights were beginning to grow in casualties by the second.


    The Scorpion Army and the thirty thousand defense soldiers had taken a hard hit from the assault of the me serpent''s fireballs and could hardly deal with the other ongoing battles.


    The tables were starting to turn.


    Over on the hill, Tarron''s jaw threatened to fall off altogether.


    He had never expected the Church of the me Dragon Lord to be so powerful.


    Forget Wilbur''s battle against Michael, the me serpent alone, was something else.


    That Patron Saint was even more mind-blowing, and Tarron could not for the life of her understand what sort of powers she had.