## Chapter 255: The Lost Paradise Mountain
In a vacuum environment, the maximum speed of these space fighters can reach sub-light speed. Thirty thousand space fighters could even wipe out a formed fleet of a Tier 2 Civilization.
Within a planet's atmosphere, the speed of these space fighters decreased, but in normal mode, they still maintained a flight speed above supersonic.
The space fighters flew incredibly fast, yet they were still surrounded by these Six-winged Metal Humanoids, simply because these Six-winged Metal Humanoids were faster and more numerous. The three pairs of metal wings vibrating behind them moved so fast that their afterimages were almost invisible, and their figures in mid-air were so quick they seemed to teleport. In dense numbers, averaging a dozen or twenty Six-winged Metal Humanoids ganging up on one space fighter, Six-winged Metal Humanoids continued to fly out from Tivan's Palace, and the Battlefield gradually spread from the Airspace near the Main City Zone to the entire Knowhere. Bang bang bang bang—
In the Outer Space of Knowhere, in the Main Control Room of the Kree Fleet warships, the display screens representing the data of the space fighters went dark one after another. By the time the data was summarized on the Dark Star flagship, over half of the thirty thousand space fighters had been lost.
"What is the origin of these winged metal humanoids?"
The Main Control Room of the Dark Star connected to the perspectives of several space fighters in Knowhere, and images of the Six-winged Metal Humanoids flapping their wings appeared before Ronan the Accuser.
"Great Accuser, our database did not find any similar race! They should be some kind of mechanical puppet weapons!"
A Kree Military Officer next to him reported to Ronan while swiping the database projection in front of him.
*Rip!* A projection in front of Ronan suddenly flickered. In the projection, a sharp longsword gleaming with cold light appeared in the image. After leaving this last frame, the space fighter projection directly disappeared.
Ronan watched this scene, his expressionless face twitching. The Kree Military Officers behind him could hear the Accuser's heavy breathing.
"Order the Fleet, all warships activate Tier 2 Main Cannons, Target Knowhere!"
A moment later, Ronan, his face grim, slammed down his universal weapon and issued a new combat order.
"Yes! Great Accuser!"
Ronan the Accuser's combat order was quickly relayed to the Fleet's ships. Hundreds of warships simultaneously extended their thick gun barrels, aiming directly at Knowhere.
Behind an Asteroid Belt about twenty thousand kilometers from Knowhere, several starships that were clearly modified and somewhat bizarrely shaped were anchored in craters.
"Looks like the Kree Fleet is really angry. Tier 2 Main Cannons, they want to turn the entire Knowhere upside down. Looks like we'll have to find somewhere else to fence stolen goods from now on!"
Inside an old-looking warship, the big screen in the Main Control Room clearly displayed the movements of the Kree warships.
Leaning on the railing on the second floor, a Big Beard Ravager with a mechanical electronic eye replacing his right eye held a bottle of alcohol, gulping it down and speaking somewhat drunkenly.
"Boss, should we leave here? The Kree have Knowhere sealed off so tightly. Now with this ship cannon bombardment, no matter how prosperous Knowhere is, all the good things will be gone. If the Kree find us, it'll be trouble!"
"Wait a little longer! Knowhere is the largest Black Market in the Southern Galaxy. I have a premonition that the Kree attack won't go smoothly!"
Yondu, wearing a golden chicken-comb-shaped headdress, looked at the screen in front of him and described the richness of Knowhere to his Subordinates in a hoarse voice.
In the Milky Way Galaxy, few dared to face the Kree Fleet directly, and neither could Yondu. But he received information that his adopted son was in Knowhere.
Having raised the kid for decades, even if he wasn't his own flesh and blood, Yondu felt he had an obligation to rescue him.
As for his Ravager Subordinates, they certainly wouldn't risk their lives to save Star-Lord. Yondu could only use money as temptation. In the face of huge profits, these space ravagers, let alone Ronan the Accuser, would dare to charge forward and fight for their lives even if Thanos was here.
Just as Yondu's Ravagers were somewhat skeptical of his words, not far from the Asteroid Belt where they were located, hundreds of artificial wormholes suddenly formed.
A black fleet suddenly jumped out of the wormholes.
The well-informed Ravagers quickly recognized the origin of this fleet.
The markings on their hulls came from the Black Order, and it was well known that the Man commanding this Fleet was called Corvus Glaive, one of the Black Order under the Cosmic Overlord Thanos.
Corvus Glaive and Ebony Maw commanded the Dark Fleet to quickly pass through the Jump Window and appeared behind the Kree Fleet in a surrounding formation.
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Incense offerings are the method of Divine Path Cultivation. The so-called incense offerings are the mental energy of Ordinary Persons. A person has four hundred and eighty million thoughts in a single moment.
The so-called burning incense, chanting scriptures, and prayer are all ways to open a Passage, offering one's spirit and thoughts to the Deity.
Incense offerings are poison because people have selfish desires. When countless thoughts are mixed together, even a Deity can be drowned in this mental sea, falling into a near-eternal slumber.
In the Marvel World, there are not many deities who truly care about the faith of their followers. Just like Asgard, rather than saying Odin is a God, it's better to say he is the King who rules the Nine Realms.
A King doesn't care about the faith of the world's people; he only requires them to accept his rule.
Odin doesn't care about the number of followers, but someone else is extremely eager for followers, and has been in slumber for who knows how long because of it.
A World of Light separated from the Reality Dimension by only a few dimensions, the six layers of Paradise Mountain stand tall in the clouds. Countless two-winged angels fly around Paradise Mountain, and holy white light sprinkles across the entire World.
On the topmost layer of Heaven, a handsome man has countless pairs of pure white wings spread behind him.
Vast, pure, and continuous, like a river with abundant rainfall, the power of faith surged into his body.
This power of faith emitted a brilliant radiance like a golden solution, so hot, so vibrant, so pure and flawless.
Prayers, supplications, noisy voices seemed like countless mosquitoes buzzing around his ears.
"Praise Michael!"
"Praise the Great Heavenly Kingdom Vice-Regent!"
The wings behind the man burst forth with white light, devouring all these mental energy. The feeling of absorbing the power of faith made Michael feel as if he were soaking in a hot spring on a snowy day. Every pore opened up, and every cell in his body felt ecstatic, completely forgetting whether this was Heaven or the Mortal Realm.
Michael felt his strength increasing at a visible speed. Corresponding to the increase in his strength, the prayers echoing in his mind also grew more numerous. Gradually, the noisy voices forced him to stop absorbing the power of faith pervading Paradise Mountain.
Those who believed in him were less than one ten-thousandth of the Lord's followers, but the prayers of those followers were already enough of a torment. No wonder the Lord fell into a near-eternal slumber.
However, having absorbed the power of so many followers from endless dimensions, the Lord's strength should now be infinitely close to multiversal level!
Michael shook his head, just as he was marveling at the Lord's power, a gentle voice sounded in his ear.
Michael knelt on one knee, listening to the Lord's gospel. This was the first time the Lord, who had been in slumber for thousands of years, had awakened. Reality Dimension, outside Earth, Solar System, Mars.
After a storm, beneath the dark red Soil Layer of Mars, a teleportation stargate that had existed for who knows how many years was revealed.
On the stargate, the teleportation formation emitted dots of moist white light, forming a circle of white halo.
A tall and mighty handsome man wearing light golden armor stepped out of the stargate.
Twelve pure white wings slowly flapped behind the man. A team of nearly a thousand men and women with white wings ranging from six to ten wings followed him out of the stargate.
The Twelve-winged Angel, nearly a hundred meters tall, swept his cold gaze around. A faint silver flame rose from his body, stimulating the silver flame to grow even higher.
Gradually, as the silver flame expanded to a height of a thousand meters, his body gradually shrank, gradually changing to the height of a normal person.
Having retracted the wings behind him, he had become no different from a normal person. Only his silver-white eyes, and the occasional silver cross and golden flame that flickered in the depths of his eyes, revealed his difference from Ordinary Persons.
"The Sorcerer Supreme has set up a barrier on Earth. You wait here first!"
Ordering the Subordinates who had come with him to the Solar System to wait in place, the Twelve-winged Angel soared away from this Space. His flight speed was extremely fast, and he seemed to possess the ability of teleportation. In just over ten minutes, he arrived above Earth. A silver cross flickered in his gaze, and a barrier clearly enveloped Earth, wrapping it tightly. However, this barrier was designed to prevent the invasion of dimensional evil gods.
He had first entered this Dimension outside Earth, and then his true body came to Earth. Although he couldn't hide it from the Sorcerer Supreme, this barrier couldn't stop him.
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly transformed into a silver light and streaked into Earth, landing directly in the Vatican.
"Decayed and filthy civilization, these lost sinners, they should dedicate their faith to the Great Lord!"
He looked coldly at the clergy bustling on the street, and couldn't help but shake his head:
"Betraying the Lord's faith, foul aura, sinners, all should accept judgment and cleansing."
His cold gaze swept over the flow of people on the street. He shook his head, "Dark sinners, accept the Lord's punishment!"
A blinding white light suddenly erupted from his body. The strength erupting from his body tore apart the pedestrians on half a street. Thousands of people were swept into the sky by the blast of energy, and then burned to ash by the high temperature.
The gale carried the scorching heatwave from his body, sweeping across the entire street.
The temperature within a radius of over ten kilometers rose sharply, quickly soaring to thousands of degrees Celsius, enough to melt even ordinary stones.
Buildings, pedestrians, etc., on the nearby streets were vaporized in the twisting white light and surging heatwave. The Ground had been burned into a large pit of molten rock a hundred meters deep.
However, a moment later, everything in front of him looked as if glass had shattered, and like time reversing, it quickly returned to its original state.
"Master Ancient One!?" He waved his hand and drew out a two-handed longsword gleaming with cold light, pointing it cautiously in front of him.
A figure wearing a yellow monk's robe appeared before him, holding a book and reading.
"Michael, long time no see. I remember Yahweh and I had an agreement that you cannot step onto Earth with your true body!"
Master Ancient One rolled up the book, her hands clasped behind her back, looking at the man in front of her.
Michael.
The highest Commander of the Angelic Legion, the Heavenly Kingdom Vice-Regent.
He was the chief Warrior by God's side, the Leader of the Angelic Legion.
Michael looked at Master Ancient One, unable to hide the fear on his face.
"Master Ancient One, regarding the contract between you and my Lord, this City is my Lord's pasture, you have no right to interfere!"
Ancient One clasped her hands behind her back: "Wasn't Yahweh's order for you to retrieve the lost Paradise Mountain? You should go to Knowhere, not come to Earth!"
Michael gripped the sword in his hand tightly. He wasn't surprised that Ancient One knew his intention. Before the Sorcerer Supreme who controlled the Time Stone, few matters could be hidden from her.
However, having descended to the Reality Dimension this time, Michael planned to first cleanse the Reality Dimension before completing the Lord's mission. Some heretics had infiltrated the Lord's pasture, greatly affecting Paradise Mountain's harvesting of the power of faith.
Master Ancient One raised her hand, and a space gate crackling with sparks appeared before Michael.
"You don't have much time. If you delay here any longer, that lost layer of Paradise Mountain will disappear forever. The seven layers of Paradise Mountain will then only have six!"
Michael stared intently at Ancient One's expression, trying to see if she was deceiving him, but facing the calm and unperturbed Ancient One, he couldn't discern anything.
Michael put away the holy light longsword in his hand and stepped into the space gate drawn by Ancient One. On the other side of the space gate, thousands of Angels from the Angelic Legion were waiting for him. It was the Mars teleportation formation where they had arrived.
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Knowhere, Tang Song squatted on the Ground, using his cane to poke at the wreckage of a Six-winged Metal Humanoid that had been shot down by a Kree space fighter.
The metal wreckage was empty inside, except for an energy body that had just dissipated into white light.
"So these metal humanoids are Angels?"
Tang Song felt the white light emanating from the longswords of these metal humanoids. He had been to The Church more than once or twice and was very familiar with the energy called holy power controlled by The Church.
The energy attached to the surface of the longswords of these metal humanoids was clearly identical to The Church's holy power.
Coupled with these metal wings, although they didn't quite resemble the Angels in his impression, Tang Song vaguely felt that these Six-winged Metal Humanoids should be related to The Church and the legend of Heaven.
So, what other strange and rare things were in The Collector Tivan's Treasury?
Boss Tang, who had originally come to Knowhere for the Power Stone, was now completely piqued by Tivan's collection.
(end of chapter)