Chapter 320: Zelvak - Chaotic battlefield (1/2)

That idiot had allowed Kumar to escape. This fool, watching the blade about to strike Freya, I cursed benight my breath only to be surprised at the spiral fluctuation of space and time. Shocked, Freya turned pale, but the blade of Kumar had frozen just before it touched her eye.

Unable to believe my eyes, I did not allow myself to be distracted. Flickering to her side, surprising this angel, my feet connected with his head blasting him into the depths of Muspelheim.

Twisting my body, I sent another kick to Freya while my sword parred Anpiel's flaming spear. Feeling the air chatter upon my arms, I narrowed my eyes as a heavy pressure pressed against my lungs.

”Demon, does your king know your here?” Anpiel roared, twirling his flaming spear towards my head. Weaving through the embers of flames threatening to sever my head, my blade began to vibrate at an odd frequency.

Sweeping my sword up towards his chest, I pointed towards his head as all sound within the area grew still. Widening his eyes, he tried to scream, but no sound could be heard as my domain expanded out. Throwing him off balance, my blade suddenly exploded out with a deafening howl as I dug into Anpiel's chest, tearing away a few ribs before he pulled back. Glaring at me with anger.

”Soul attack! You devils truly need to be slaughtered like the dogs you are!”

Narrowing my eyes, I sent a spiritual message to the ashen Freya, her aura had shrunk considerably, but our objective remained,” Kill Njörd. We need to escape.”

”I will, and I have told Arsene, expect further instructions,” She sent back, shooting towards the flaming inferno of destruction below.

”Let me see through your eyes,” The indifferent voice of Arsene resounded within me as I complied with a bit of hesitation. ALlowing a demon, much less a devil, to do was dangerous on many levels.

Spreading his wings wide, One of the Seven rings of heaven appeared around Anpiel. Gripping my sword tighter, I felt my skin rise on end. No matter how many angels I killed, I could never get used to that disgusting aura.

”What are your chances,” Arsene inquired.

”Eighty percent of killing Anpiel, but we will destroy this realm,” I answered back as Anpiel shot towards me faster than ever before. Moving faster than light speed, we clashed, shattering space around us.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

”Kill Zokomin, and use his soul to kill this angel both if you can. Having two divine souls will be of big help,” Arsene commanded, severing the connection with me.

Freya must have told him about his belligerent behavior. I see why Lord Asmodeus sent me to assist. I may need to watch out.

”DIE DIE DIE!” Anpiel screamed, akin to a demon bringing a smoldering disdain to my blackened soul.

”You are nothing, like the Archangels I met during the War of Demons And Devils! Nothing more than a newborn.”

Growing more serious, the nine realms of the Norse Pantheon trembled. Flickering my blade, my sword suddenly phased through his spear, heading towards the nape of his neck: Godsmack, the young angel, black-flipped to dodge while his foot headed to my head from below.

But I was fully prepared as another sword appeared within my hands, narrowing my scarlet eyes. Angelic blood showered my face as I severed his leg in an instant.

Screaming out in anguish, I did not go in for the kill but instead howled, covering the entire realm of Muspelheim with my demonic divinity.