Chapter 498 You want me to learn this sword strike?

498 You want me to learn this sword strike?

Alice hid inside the alchemy furnace, which was now suspended mid-air.

The fully descended Archangel Tyrael, with dazzling holy light radiating from behind his fierce and terrifying visage, swung his fiery holy sword in a frenzy.

He grew more excited, no longer attacking through the small opening of the furnace but aiming to shatter the furnace itself into pieces.

Archangel Tyrael, even in his diminished strength, didn't consider this weak human a threat. In his eyes, killing Alice was only a matter of time. What intrigued him was how many strikes this peculiar furnace could withstand.

This was until a sword's hum resonated through the heavens and earth.

The fiery holy sword in the Archangel's hand suddenly vanished. He continued to swing his arms, but now, he was swinging at nothing.

"The master is mighty! She's broken the first seal set by William!"

The Sword Spirit of the Sword of Soulbreaker exclaimed excitedly.

This was a real thrill for it.

Initially, it thought that after changing masters, it would remain sealed forever, or perhaps William might whimsically unseal it occasionally for a brief thrill before resealing it.

Unexpectedly, Alice managed to break the first seal herself, aided by her divine halo and her understanding of swordsmanship.

Purple light swirled in Alice's eyes, and the wooden sword in her hand transformed into the original form of the Sword of Soulbreaker.

With the first seal broken, the illusion set by William naturally dissipated.

"Can I beat that guy outside?"

Alice couldn't help but ask the Sword of Soulbreaker.

The Sword of Soulbreaker, having witnessed much and having been by Alice's side these days, had a good understanding of her strength.

"Master, your current strength is still too weak. Unless you use that one sword strike Mr. Johnson demonstrated last time, exhausting all your power to hit that bird-man outside, you should stay inside this furnace."

The gap between the high-level Soulmancer and a Destroyer Deity was just too vast.

Even the Sword of Soulbreaker felt there was little chance of victory.

"Or, if the master can break all the seals, I could kill him in one strike without you needing to lift a finger."

The Sword of Soulbreaker began to fantasize. If Alice could unseal all its seals, it could manifest in its spiritual form in this world. By then, what would a mere ordinary birdman count for?

The battle angel Michael, the supreme commander of the angelic legions and the strongest among them, never left survivors under his sword.

Yet, facing William, he didn't even have the courage to draw his sword.

"I'll give you a chance to draw your sword," William said coldly to Michael.

Without giving him the chance, Michael wouldn't even have the opportunity to draw his sword.

Michael's expression was grave, and finally, he drew his sword.

As the holy sword was unsheathed, space shattered.

Even just witnessing this past vision, Alice could feel the terror of this strike.

As Michael swung his sword, William responded with a thrust of his own.

William's strike seemed ordinary, but the condensed energy within it was oppressive to Alice.

This sword strike seemed as if it suppressed the entire heavens and earth.

The shattered space restored, and the holy sword in Michael's hand lost its luster.

Suddenly, the scene became incredibly real, with William's sword piercing through Michael's chest.

The first battle angel of the angelic legions was crushed into dust by the terrifying oppressive energy.

As the projected memory faded, Alice was utterly stunned.

"You want me to learn this sword strike?"

The Sword of Soulbreaker responded, "Yes! If you master this sword strike, that bird-man outside will be easy to kill."

Alice took a deep breath, trying hard to understand. William had used her body to execute several sword strikes. Her mind was filled with those moments, including the strike she had just witnessed...

She had no choice but to try!

Outside, the Archangel Tyrael continued to swing his fists furiously.

But then, the alchemy furnace suddenly vanished, and Alice appeared before him.

"Die!" The Archangel Tyrael's face twisted into a terrifying grimace, his eyes flashing with a horrifying ferocity, as he fiercely punched towards Alice. This punch was clearly intended to obliterate the insignificant creature before him into pieces.