Otaku Witch-Chapter 658 - 470. Reinforcements

The standoff, with both sides panicking and with racing hearts, continued for some time. Both individuals tried to appear calm as they stared sharply at each other, each with a more piercing gaze than the other, yet neither made the first move.

If someone could understand looks, the situation would roughly look like this.

"Miss, that strike of yours was quite powerful, but it must have drained you significantly, right? Afraid you can't make another cut?"

"Heh, guess whether I can strike again? I also think I can't. Why don't you come and try?"

"No, no, no, I'll just stand here and let you strike; if you have the ability, then strike me."

"Get lost, don't think I don't know you're trying to bait out my powerful move, it's not happening. If you have the ability, come closer."

"Strike then..."

"Come here and let me strike you..."

...

In short, it was like this, both sides' gazes nearly sparking electricity friction, yet neither made a move, the atmosphere was very serious and rigid. Only the occasional screams of Michael being brutally beaten by Denisha nearby offered a slight comedic relief.

Alright, Miss Seraph really panicked now.

Unlike the mutual deterrence between Sophia and Dorothy, the combat situation between Michael and Denisha was very clear.

At first, Miss Seraph did indeed enjoy the pleasure of suppressing the Divine King. Although Denisha, boosted by the magic potion of the Blood of the Hero, had reached the peak of her strength, she ultimately lacked combat experience and didn't quite understand how to use her strength properly, far less than the seasoned Michael.

But unfortunately, Miss Seraph's joy did not last long, for she soon experienced the frustration that the historical enemies who opposed the Divine King felt—that feeling of only being able to watch the opponent slowly get stronger if unable to kill them, the same technique absolutely not working a second time.

This isn't battle, this is plainly schooling, and Michael, serving as the teacher, was now almost completely drained by Denisha.

Do you understand the pain of your unique technique, plainly used only once, but already being countered? Do you understand the frustration of being smeared by your own proud technique? Do you understand the despair of only watching your enemy step by step grow stronger while you can only stagnate, like a slow death?

Initially, Denisha's Angel Gigas truly only had the appearance of an angel, without any angelic strength; Miss Shepherdess wasn't particularly interested in it. She chose the Angel Gigas simply because it was a gift from her sister, Dorothy. Anything from Dorothy was cherished, and she personally didn't have any special fondness for angels or Bird People.

But now...

The towering Angel Gigas was streaming with pure Holy Light, even the mechanical angel halo floating on top of its head, previously just for decoration and without any practical use, began to emit strange fluctuations, appearing to be no longer just a decorative object.

The weapon, initially just a sword of Light Magic in the hands of the Giant God-Warrior, now began to exude a holy aura, with edges of the blade starting to ignite with faint Holy Fire.

The six wings at the back of the Giant God-Warriors, which actually were simply thrusters, were now, however, filled with numerous details with each flap, techniques unique to angels.

...

In essence, Michael was truly exhausted. She had deeply realized that there was indeed a gap between kings, and this gap was sometimes truly vast, even greater than that between dragons and dogs.

The Witch King was truly more formidable than the King of Angels.

Too bad she realized it too late. As exhilarating as it was to suppress the Divine King before, now the counterattack by the Divine King was just as embarrassing.

...

On the other side,

After a lengthy standoff, it was finally Sophia who spoke up to break the deadlock.

"Witch, I must admit your preparations were a bit beyond my expectations,"

The Pure White Angel carefully increased the distance from the Madam, fearing a sudden strike, while internally timing.

Soon, as the internal countdown was about to end, a smile blossomed on her face.

"However, witch, you didn't think I would enter your trap unprepared, did you? I had already anticipated you might set traps around here,"

she said.

And just as her words fell, in the distance, endless Holy Light flared as a massive army appeared on the horizon, led by several two-winged angels, and although the mortal army following the angels was less intimidating in presence and equipment compared to the previous Holy Knight Army, they were far more numerous, roughly estimated at over a hundred thousand.

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Clearly, these were reinforcements from the Church.

"Witch, I was waiting for reinforcements, what are you waiting for?"

Upon seeing this army, Sophia immediately breathed a sigh of relief and then said somewhat smugly to the Madam opposite.

Although the Madam indeed surprised her, this time, she believed she had won.

From the beginning, the Pure White Angel never thought their own Madam would easily give in; she was bound to resist, but facing the absolute power of the Church, how could she resist?