469: Crazy Michael

“Oh my, how touching! I never thought the Angel King, Michael, would still remember my name!”

The exaggerated figure of Chaos looked quite comical, as if he had met an old friend after a long separation.

“Chaos, your behavior is truly disgusting.” Michael’s face could not hide his aversion.

The appearance of Chaos was completely unexpected, and with Hei Shan Yang on Earth, two of the Three Pillar Gods had now fully revived.

“Alright, if you don’t like me this way, then I’ll change into a form you prefer.”

With that, Chaos transformed, becoming an old man in a white robe, radiating a sacred white light, with white clouds swirling around him.

“Chaos!” Michael saw that figure and roared with fury, “How dare you transform into the likeness of my Lord!”

It turned out that Chaos had taken on the appearance of Yelande, the former Holy Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom.

“Hehe, what’s wrong, Michael? Don’t you like it? You and your Holy Lord have been separated for so long. I was afraid you missed him too much, so I transformed into his likeness.

Yet, not only do you not appreciate it, but you also throw such a big tantrum? Why?”

Chaos’s wronged expression was like a sharp blade piercing Michael’s heart.

Without another word, Michael poured his surging Divine Power into his Holy Sword.

The Holy Sword emitted a dazzling golden light, like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the dim moon.

Boom!

The terrifying strike went directly towards Chaos. Chaos’s face was as calm as an ancient well, but he muttered:

“Oh my, this is truly terrifying!”

Immediately after, that eerie hospital, in the next second, directly blocked Chaos’s path.

With a loud bang, the Mental Hospital of Gods directly blocked the attack.

Michael stared at the hospital, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His full-force strike had only caused the hospital to shake slightly, and he hadn't even left a single mark on it.

“This… what exactly is going on? What is this hospital?”

Looking at the astonished Michael, Chaos burst into joyful laughter.

“Hahahaha, Michael, I’d like to reintroduce myself to you now.

Chaos, Director of the Mental Hospital of Gods, extends his most sincere greetings to you.”

“Mental Hospital of Gods?” Michael frowned, unable to figure out what Chaos was up to.

“Alright, Michael, I can see that due to your longing for Yelande, you have developed a severe mental illness. As your good friend, I will now treat you.

Don’t worry, as the Director of this hospital, I will not charge you.”

With that, before Michael could react, he felt the world spin.

The next second, Michael looked around and found that the familiar moon had disappeared, and he had appeared inside the hospital.

“This is… inside the hospital? How did you get me here?” Michael suddenly had a bad premonition.

“Don’t worry, don’t mind these details, Michael, you are sick, and now you need to accept my treatment.”

At this moment, Chaos had changed into a white lab coat, which, combined with his dark, faceless visage, created an indescribably eerie sight.

“Treatment? Delusional!”

Michael spread his six wings, and a brilliant golden light burst from his body.

At present, only Miracle could harm him.

However, compared to Michael, Chaos moved faster.

The door to the sixth ward had opened, and Michael suddenly felt a huge suction force appear beside him.

Michael tried his best to control his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his body still moved closer to that ward little by little. Miracle seemed to have lost its effect here.

“Hahahaha, my friend, relax a bit, and obediently enter your ward.”

Chaos’s piercing laughter echoed through the hospital, and soon, Michael arrived at the sixth ward.

With a loud bang, the door was tightly shut. Before Michael could react, he found himself in a patient’s gown.

“Damn it, let me out! I don’t need your treatment.”

Michael frantically pounded on the door, but it didn’t budge.

“Let me check your condition, Michael.”

Click, the door opened from the outside, and Chaos stood at the doorway, smiling at Michael.

At this moment, Michael didn’t know that a virtual progress bar had appeared above his head.

But Michael couldn't care less at this moment. He raised his right hand and punched towards Chaos.

Facing Michael’s sudden attack, Chaos remained unmoved. Then, a strange scene occurred.

Michael’s fist suddenly stopped when it reached the doorway.

There was no sound, but Michael felt an invisible wall blocking him and Chaos.

No matter how hard Michael tried, his fist could not cross the doorway.

“Honestly, to prevent doctor-patient disputes, I made some minor adjustments in the ward beforehand,” Chaos said with a chuckle, “But none of that matters. Let me check your condition.”

With that, Chaos observed the progress bar.

“Huh? Treatment progress 100%, no treatment needed currently?”

Chaos looked at the progress bar above Michael’s head and suddenly burst into laughter, “Nonsense! I am the Director now. Don’t I know if you’re sick or not? Here, I am the Dominator.”

Chaos roared, and then a sinister aura emerged from his body.

Those strange auras instantly surrounded Michael and began to bore into his body.

Michael felt his head begin to throb violently. He clutched his head with both hands, his eyes bloodshot.

“Bastard, what… what did you do to me?” Michael yelled, enduring the pain.

“Hehehe, what did I do? Isn’t it obvious? Of course, I’m returning you to the state of a patient.

Don’t worry, the pain is only temporary. Don’t resist, trust me, I will heal you again.

Of course, as the price for healing you, I will randomly extract your abilities.

Michael, your Mortal Divine Realm looks quite good, hahahaha!”

Chaos’s voice was like a devil’s whisper, and at this moment, the progress bar above Michael’s head also began to regress at a visible speed.

95%, 90%… “No!” At this moment, Michael frantically clutched his head, the intense pain making him uncontrollably start to bang his head against the wall.

Thump, thump, thump!

Blood streamed from Michael’s forehead, golden blood covering his eyes.

Unfortunately, all of this was useless in front of Chaos.

Watching the frenzied Michael, Chaos’s smile grew even wider. He stared intently at the progress bar above Michael’s head and said:

“That’s right, this is how a mental patient should look! 5%, 0%!

Haha, next, watch my miraculous healing touch.”