"What are you waiting for? Today's meeting is very important, isn't it?"
Seeing that the group remained motionless, the intruder looked up in surprise and said, puzzled:
"Although some people didn't come, they probably won't be able to. We can't keep waiting forever, can we?"
Looking at the darkness beyond the firelight, the man wearing a pure white mask urged:
"Let's get started! Okay?"
Looking at the angel who walked up to him, the man tilted his head, wondering why she had come over.
The angel grabbed the man by the collar, lifted him up, and shouted:
"What are you doing?"
The angel lifted the man directly from his seat and angrily questioned:
Do you understand what you're doing?
Despite being treated roughly, the intruder, whose manners and words resembled those of an elegant aristocrat, seemed completely unfazed and instead asked in return:
"What does it have to do with you? I just dealt with a lazy piece of trash, what does it have to do with you?"
Card!
Holding the man in her left hand, the angel held a long sword that shone with light in her right hand, its tip pointed at the man's throat.
"Hello!"
"What are you doing!?"
"Don't act impulsively!"
Idiot Angel!
Are you planning to start a war between organizations?!
The sudden action startled the three people who were originally just watching the show; they realized that the angel was serious.
This is not hard to understand.
The relationships between angels are complex; sometimes they resemble an army, but more often they feel like family.
As long as they originate from the same deity, regardless of their strength or rank, all angels can address each other as family.
After losing an angel saint, all the remaining angels in this lineage felt a shared sense of anger and sorrow.
They need to vent.
It is foreseeable that for a long time, these angels will be just as uncontrollable as the one in the present moment.
However, we must not allow the angels to fight in the Secret Place of the Holy Word, as this would lead to even bigger problems.
Just as they were about to step forward, the man who had not resisted suddenly spoke, interrupting their actions.
"Ugh, so noisy! Why are all the angels like this lately?"
"I killed him, but that has nothing to do with you, does it?"
Card!
The lightsaber in his hand became even more dazzling, like melting light!
The angel glared at the intruder, wishing he could strike him down, and roared:
"Do you even know where you are?!"
"This is a secret sanctuary for praying and offering sacrifices to the gods! How dare you allow the blood of such lowly trash as demons to flow here..."
"This is blasphemy!"
The enraged angel roared, but he hadn't completely lost control; he only wanted to remove the demon's corpse from the area.
As long as you follow the angel's lead and calm them down, there won't be any problems.
but……
Some people don't intend for things to continue like this.
"How long do you intend to push your luck?"
He broke free from a man grabbing his collar, loosened his grip, and said mockingly:
"I did commit blasphemy, but so what? Can you still contact your gods here now?"
He wasn't just targeting the angels; he was firing his guns at everyone.
The man looked around at everyone and shrugged:
"See, you can't do it, can you?"
"Anyway, that function is no longer available here. It's still just a platform for you guys to have secret rendezvous, so why bother with these details?"
He turned around and stuffed his already dried hands back into the hole, staining them with blood. He gestured with his dripping bloody hands in front of the angel, even flicking his fingers, before throwing the dark blood into the brazier.
"Besides, if demons are lowly, then how noble are you angels who were created to fight demons?"
His elegance gradually faded, and the man, who initially appeared to be just an ordinary person without any threat, slowly shed his disguise.
An aura of evil, chaos, disorder, and sulfur slowly flowed from his body.
That feeling was even purer and more evil than the demons that had fallen before...
He was also a demon, and even more so than that corpse!
"You are all nothing but toys of the gods, so why do you insist on packaging yourselves as messengers of justice?"
Are you tired?
Card.
Behind the demon mask, green eyes stared at the angel before him, and he deliberately switched to celestial language to speak:
"A discarded toy with white wings."
insult.
Provoked, the demon tore off its disguise and unleashed its malice upon the angel, its sworn enemy.
"Or have you forgotten what manners are after being abandoned?"
He sighed and lamented:
"That's really pitiful."
"Didn't some old guy just blow himself up? Is it really necessary to..."
But in the next instant, a sword blade formed from condensed light tore through the air, rapidly approaching with an aura of holiness.
The angel, with a cold expression, thrust her sword directly at the man's brow without holding back at all.
This time, the angel was serious.
But the angel did not succeed. The sword formed from light was grabbed and crushed by a large, scaled hand before it could reach the mask!
Card!
"Oh?"
His former elegance vanished, and the man who was just moments before relaxed and at ease became a completely different person.
The tall, elegant nobleman vanished, replaced by a monster even larger and more imposing than the fallen demon.
His original formal attire was torn to shreds, leaving only his trousers barely holding together to maintain his privacy and dignity.
His dark red skin was covered with scales and barbs, and his massive muscles were as knotted as rocks. Just by looking at him, you could feel his brutality and savagery.
The gentle voice disappeared, and his voice became thick and deep, like a giant rock constantly rubbing against each other.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're very rude?"
"Don't you know that suddenly attacking someone is a very rude thing to do?"
call……
Between gasps, sulfurous smoke spread from the demon's body, then ignited the instant it came into contact with the flames in the brazier.
boom!
Flames engulfed his body, but the demon paid no heed, instead stretching out his body with enjoyment.
Kakaka...
A sickening sound came from his body, and the demon roared with pleasure.
"It seems you need someone to teach you about manners."
Crackling sound.
The dimly lit hall fell silent for a moment, except for the crackling sounds coming from the flames burning in the brazier.
The dark dragon bones, which had been burning continuously, exhausted the last energy in their marrow, and thus met their final destruction.
At that very moment, the figures of angels and demons rapidly approached each other, and a battle to the death was about to erupt!
but……
"Enough!"
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