“Lin Fan!”

“I know!”

The girl’s long hair hung like wind‑tangled silk; the young man’s black coat fluttered like a torn banner. They leaned together, breath ragged as surf. Scars striped them like clawed bark, proof of each brutal step to this place. One enemy remained, the Church’s boss—the Immaculate Lord.

Xiaoxue steadied her breath; emotion rose first, then action. Her eyes flared black‑crimson, like an abyss igniting. Dark‑red crystals crept over her limbs like frost. Midnight wings unfurled from her back like a moonless sky. After many upgrades, her wings had reached their final form: the Night Goddess—Nyx’s Wings.

They were shields and scythes, a hawk’s grace paired with a guillotine’s edge. Each feather could launch like a thrown dagger.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, flowed through three elemental bodies like water through stone. His control had climbed to a new summit.

Not far away, a bloated figure sat like a toppled idol, barely human in shape.

“Hahahaha, two little brats.”

The massive thing rose and waddled like a lumbering bear to the platform’s rim.

“Even if you beat me, you change nothing.”

He jiggled his fat like curdled jelly, wearing a smile that curdled the soul.

“Too bad you can’t even do the first step.”

“Shut it, fat pig!”

The blonde—no, the redhead—stomped down; cracks spider‑webbed through the hard floor like ice on a river. Nyx’s Wings kicked like storm thrusters; her speed blurred like heat haze. In the next breath, a massive Bloodgod Claw speared for his brow like a comet.

The Immaculate Lord frowned. His finger twitched, and two white figures slid in front of him like falling snow.

The Bloodgod Claw smashed into the white forms. A closer look: two sword‑bearing angels, pure as chalk cliffs.

“That’s your trick?”

Xiaoxue’s lip tilted, disdain sharp as a crescent blade. Nyx’s Wings doubled in span like night swallowing the sun. The twin wings folded down, a sky‑black shroud that wrapped the angels and herself.

In a breath, the wings opened. The angels were gone, like salt in rain. Only the redhead remained, a glimmer of satisfaction lighting her cheekbones.

“Thanks for the meal.”

Xiao Qianxue licked her lip, savoring like a fox after a hen. Strength trickled back into her starved limbs.

Whoosh.

A fire‑red phoenix streaked from behind like a thrown spear. As it neared the girl, its body burst into a cloud of tiny phoenixes, wildfire in a gust. They curved past Xiao Qianxue and dived for the Immaculate Lord.

“Hmph.”

A ring‑shaped shockwave rippled out from him like a struck gong. The little phoenixes shattered like sparks in rain. It was a feint, just ashes in the wind. The real kill followed: a towering feather blade, cold as winter steel.

Seeing Lin Fan carve an opening, the redhead seized the breath between heartbeats. She poured her will into Nyx’s Wings; the sky of feathers fused into a single razor.

As the phoenix flock died, the feather blade split the shockwave like lightning through cloud. It streaked for the Immaculate Lord’s heart.

“Don’t underestimate me!”

He snatched an angel and raised her like a living shield.

“Aaahhh!”

She screamed; her face twisted as the blade pushed through her chest like a stake through paper. The blade punched clean through. The Immaculate Lord tossed her aside like trash. That beautiful body fell like a torn banner and lay in the dust.

“Some king. Using your own like garbage.”

Xiao Qianxue’s brow pinched, revulsion crawling like thorns. The gore didn’t shake her; his cruelty did.

“Garbage? They’re endless. How could endless gifts be garbage?”

He laughed like cracking glass, eyes raking the red‑haired girl.

“You, though—I want to collect you. So perfect a girl. I’ll break you to pieces. Don’t you dare lose.”

He raised both hands. The sky boomed like stars dropping from their courses. A meteor raked down, a burning mountain falling toward them.

“Tsk.”

Xiao Qianxue cut her attack, wings shivering like struck ravens. She lifted off, a shadow on wind. She accelerated back to Lin Fan, wrapped her arms around his waist, ready to carry him through the storm.

“You’re not going anywhere!”

The Immaculate Lord snapped his fingers. Three more meteors fell, their roar like doomsday surf rolling in.

“We can’t dodge.”

Lin Fan’s voice was low, steady as bedrock. He felt her arms cinch his waist; he slid his hand to her slim back like a warm seal. Xiaoxue’s bright red eyes fixed on him like lanterns in fog. His confident smile bloomed; she loved that smile, had always loved it.

Her face softened into a sweet curve like spring thaw. She leaned into his chest, heartbeat syncing like drums.

“Leave it to me.” “Mm.”

His aura surged like a volcano waking. Every grain of earth around them rushed inward like a tide. In a few breaths, a two‑story defensive matrix rose like a fortress from soil. Below, uncounted trunks braced it like a forest of pillars.

“Be annihilated!”

The Immaculate Lord whipped the meteors faster. They slammed down like gods’ hammers on the embracing pair.

The explosion was deafening, thunder chewing the world. Good thing nothing lived within ten kilometers; war had emptied this land like a drought.

Dust thinned. The two‑story matrix lay in tatters like torn mail. Trees leaned like drunks after battle. Look closer: within the ruins, a black oval cradled the air like a shell.

At the last instant, the redhead couldn’t let go. She hung from Lin Fan’s neck like a thieving raccoon, wings stretching wide as night. Then they folded, covering both like a cocoon.

“Xiaoxue~”

“Shameless!”

Their faces hovered inches apart, breath mingling like tea steam. Jasmine wafted between them like a garden at dusk. Cheeks heated, a ripe blush under battle grime. With the world walled out, they were a private universe. Lin Fan realized, with a startled ache, that the shy girl in his arms was achingly sweet.

As the last impacts rolled like distant thunder, they kissed hard beneath her wings. Warmth bloomed, brief as a shooting star.

“Time to end this.”

The black oval opened like a night flower. Lin Fan burst out, wreathed in blazing red like a sunrise. He charged the Immaculate Lord like a fired arrow. Xiao Qianxue followed, a faint flush still painting her cheeks; a kiss mid‑battle was too wild.

“What—how are you unscathed!”

“Hyah!”

Lin Fan’s flame‑wreathed fist slammed into the unguarded face like a battering ram.

“Die!”

The redhead rose behind him like a reaper’s shadow. The Bloodgod Claw drove into his back like a stake.

The Immaculate Lord toppled aside, grievously wounded, like a felled idol.

“Is it over?”

Lin Fan panted, heat rippling off him like mirage. That had been his fiercest fire‑form assault. Xiao Qianxue folded her wings and landed quietly at his side like a falling petal.

A voice rang out, pure as spring water.

“Not bad… you actually pushed me this far.”

Light geysered from the fallen fat body like dawn through fog. When it cleared, a half‑naked youth stood there like a statue come alive. Golden waves of hair spilled over his shoulders like sunlight on wheat. His features were flawless, beauty so perfect it hurt to look. His musculature had no seam or flaw; even Lin Fan couldn’t match it.

“But are you ready to face a god?”

Blinding light exploded behind him like a newborn star. Huge metallic wings unfurled from his back like forged moonlight. Between them, golden, translucent swords hung like icicles of light. He reached out. A pure‑white greatsword drifted to his palm like a falling feather.

“Nothing more to say. Let’s begin.”

The empty arena suddenly thrummed like a cathedral. Invisible choirs wove hymns like wind, praising their god’s final victory. Innumerable angels stepped from the high light like swans, drawing their blades with a silver hiss.

“So only you get a second phase, huh.”

Xiao Qianxue’s mouth curled like a knife‑edge. Thick blood mist spiraled around her like storm surf. Her bright red eyes sank to hellish crimson like banked coals. The blood mist blew outward like a burst dam. Her hair turned to flowing black flame, streaming behind her like a banner. Her smile sharpened into something feral.

“Infernal Bloodfiend Form.”

“Sigh. I hate seeing you like this, Xiaoxue.”

Lin Fan shook his head, worry flickering like shade. He had seen this look twice; each time, someone paid in blood. His own body shifted. Earth, fire, and forest hues lit his frame like stained glass.

“I’m a two‑phase guy too!”

Light sparked. Azure‑blue flames wrapped him like a storm cloak. Sky‑tall fire painted the ground like dawn. They set their stances, blades of intent leveled at the godlike thing ahead.

“Come on! Let’s end this!”