"It was an extremely bright starry sky, revealing charming colors. The surrounding darkness retreated in front of it... They were entangled together, and the light slowly rose and fell, as if breathing with life..."
William spoke softly, as if reciting a poem, and his eyes began to blur.
"This is not useful information, William!"
Merlin shouted loudly. In his opinion, this was just William's illusion. Although he also mentioned something like intuition, it was not reliable at all in William.
Yes, William's erosion was getting worse. He was not reciting poetry, but just sobbing due to his blurred consciousness.
"It's a lot like... just like our nerve fibers."
William continued talking, like the ravings of a madman.
"The light of stars one after another connected together, bursting out with a majestic brilliance, forming a dazzling star cluster."
He slowly stretched out his hand, as if the star cluster was right in front of him.
"Here they come, here they come, the stars come."
William suddenly roared loudly and crawled forward in a panic, but what was waiting for him was not the stars, but a white and delicate hand stained with blood. It grabbed the edge of the platform and climbed up dragging its broken wings.
“How beautiful…”
William stopped. The angel's calm face was reflected in his pupils. In his sight, it was a cluster of stars emitting light and heat. These countless stars made up this brilliant starry sky.
"Come back! William!"
Merlin swung the folding knife, grabbed William by the back of the collar, and dragged him backwards. At the same time, he swung the folding knife, which collided with the angel's iron feathers, causing sparks to burst out.
The figures staggered, and Merlin and William both fell to the ground. After all, Merlin was just a mortal. In terms of strength, he had no ability to resist the angels.
I saw it climbed up completely and stood on the edge of the platform. The soldiers fired frantically, and thermite bullets hit its body again and again. The molten iron flowed down its skin, and the broken steel cut through its flesh and blood, and in a blink of an eye it was evenly covered on the angel's body, as if it had walked out of a burning furnace.
The angel waved his arms, and sharp spiral spikes pierced out from the palm of his hand, shaking the molten iron and causing red splashes.
Merlin only felt a burst of burning pain as the molten iron splashed on his legs. He struggled to stand up and dragged William backwards. The old guy was already unable to hold on. His consciousness was cloudy and his body was deformed in all kinds of ways. He was sliding towards the abyss.
"Hold on, William!"
Merlin said as he gave William another shot of Florend potion, and then a shadow enveloped him.
The broken angel raised the spiral spikes. His movements were stiff, but no one could doubt the power in them. Merlin had no time to dodge, and the soldiers' attacks only temporarily hindered him, but could not kill him at all.
The cliff of sanity began to collapse, and under the threat of death, Merlin knew that all his wishes and goals would collapse.