His fiery wings were burning fiercely on his back. A tall two-handed greatsword was also burning with holy fire. There was also a faint halo of light behind his back. Such an image could be likened to a God's statue.
He was more than four meters tall, but he didn't look fat. His body was fit and beautiful, and his huge body was covered in golden armor. His solemn face was filled with dignity and justice, and his sword-like eyebrows and big eyes were burning with hatred for evil.
However, this angel was definitely no ceremonial soldier. His greatsword, the greatbow on his back, and the tower shield weren't just decorations. Such a rare creature was at the top of the food chain in both melee and long-range combat. A six-winged battle angel was no different from a moving fortress.
The second-ranked Scorching Sky God Envoy was in charge of judgment and punishment. According to what I knew, there were less than one hundred of them in the entire world. They were all kept as honor guards by various Gods, and they wouldn't be easily sent out.
Why did this image seem so familiar? Or to use a more common term, he was the number one fighter below the Gods — a Scorching Angel.
"Your Highness Roland, Lord Caloma wishes to meet with you. Please come with me."
However, it wasn't the demons chasing after me. Instead, it was the Holy Church's angel squadron.
His deep and deep voice resonated with me. This was the natural holy voice of a high-level angel. Those with weak wills wouldn't be able to resist his natural charm.
Of course, the Scorching Angel didn't expect me to be moved by his words.
Although he was using the word 'invitation', his tone seemed to be filled with doubt and respect, as if it was only natural for me to do as I said.
"You're using such a method to invite me?"
It wasn't just a single Scorching Angel who came to me. There were a total of eleven four-winged mid-level angels floating in the sky. Some were armed with bows and arrows, while others were wielding staffs. They faintly surrounded me.
Dragons used their body size to indicate their power level, while angels used their wings to indicate their power level. Two-winged low-level angels, four-winged mid-level angels, and special-winged high-level angels.
The angel squadrons that had previously entered the mortal plane had all been the lowest-level angels. Their individual power levels were all above Gold rank.
Meanwhile, four-winged mid-level angels had at least Saint-rank combat strength. It was even possible for them to be SemiGod rank.
As for the Superior Angels, they were born with Transcendent combat power. The most powerful of them were capable of clashing head-on with Gods. They were truly a powerful race capable of playing an important role in divine wars.
Seraphim were also famous for being able to fight among the Superior Angels, and each of the few Seraphim Divine Servants had their own title.
"Hinot? Vinton? "
"My name is Vinton, the warhammer of my master's right arm."
The rhythm of his speech was like a devout prayer. His voice naturally had a holy tone to it, but I couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations in his voice.
The Hammer of Glory, Vinton Angola, was a God Envoy directly under the God of Holy Light.
Obviously, this was not a friendly invitation. Did Prince Winston and the Pope think that handing over the "real murderer" who killed Maria would end the civil war?
No, in terms of Holy Light, the Glorious Hammer was probably even higher than the pope. Had the God of Holy Light finally lost his patience? He wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of me as soon as possible.
The angels' encirclement tightened slightly. Although the distance of a few steps was meaningless to us, they were using their actions to emphasize their presence. As long as I had any intention of escaping, they would immediately attack.
"… Oh no, I have something urgent to do right now. Next time …"
Halfway through his sentence, a spear of light suddenly appeared in front of me, indicating the angels' attitude.
It would seem that there was no way to resolve this peacefully. However, I actually smiled happily.
This wasn't a forced smile or a trick. It was a genuine delight from the bottom of my heart. Finally, finally, I had obtained this opportunity.
"Did you know? What's the thing I hate the most in the world? "
"Hating negative emotions like this isn't good. As a user of Holy Light, you should learn to control your own emotions."
Vinton's voice was still calm, but it was as if he was a lecturer lecturing the truth. He was an emotionless angel looking down on mortals. In their culture, emotions were superfluous to begin with.
"… As for me, the first thing I hate is idiots who think they're better than others. My favorite thing to do is to break their arrogant noses. The second thing I hate are idiots who have no opinions of their own and only know how to blindly follow others. Scamming and toying with them makes me truly happy. The third thing I hate are all sorts of birdmen. Just looking at them makes me itch all over. It's quite rare to see all three of you together …"
My words didn't contain much emotion. My deepest hatred didn't need to be shouted out. I simply wanted to remember him, find an opportunity, and then kill him.
On the Ottoman plains, an angel army slaughtered true devout believers of the Holy Light. Estrada's followers were crushed by the angel army, and even Estrada died there.
A Holy Knight and Holy Light priest who worshipped the Holy Light had actually died at the hands of an angel army sent by the God of Holy Light who worshipped the Holy Light. How ridiculous and tragic was this?
Yes, I knew that the angels were nothing more than the God of Holy Light's tools. They were nothing more than slaughter puppets with no will of their own. But since that was the case, I might as well use these puppets to collect some interest.
Since a sword with a soul was being commanded by its master to kill on its own, then breaking the sword wouldn't count as a mistake, would it?
My death magic domain expanded as dark magic spread out. The Original Sin Demon God incarnation that I hadn't used for a long time was activated.
The power of Holy Light was basically a buff to angels. My half-baked power of ice was limited in damage to angels, and my power of Law was basically useless against the sinless.
My skin began to distort. My scales and magic wings were both symbols of demons. The next instant, the angel army unhesitatingly started attacking since they had already received the order to "directly kill Estrada if they couldn't capture him."
I laughed as my death shadow began dancing its own dance.
"… Despair, Seven Sins of Creation Sword."
Countless wailing black shadows gradually appeared in my shadow. These were the despairing souls that I had collected from the demon wave.
The black shadows transformed into living humans. A hole opened up in the world as black humanoid figures that resembled black mud poured out from within.
Perhaps this magic sword was the least complete of all the Seven Sins of Creation Sword, but it was definitely the most powerful. This was especially true against the various Gods and creatures from the heavens.
If Dawn's Holy Light sword's enemies were demons and undead, then this Seven Sins of Creation Sword's natural enemies would be the Order Gods and angels.
The soul had always been the main theme of my death magic. Meanwhile, emotions were the key to unlocking the secrets of the soul.
The entire sky was polluted. White clouds turned into dark clouds, and the wind carried a pungent smell. The fertile soil was instantly dyed black and rotted. The ordinary land became a plane of death.
And, this was only the aftermath of this magic sword's Concept being taken out.
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