1519 Beginning of Collapse Part 2 (2/2)

”I did. We'll talk after killing him,” the Winged Skull lifted their Reaper Scythe. The pair of eyes on the weapon opened and locked onto Fycro.

Fycro felt a chill before seeing a huge skeleton charging at him. The Winged Skull's bone wings were spread, and they looked dazzling. He was unable to see the weapon that the Winged Skull held, but he felt pain on his neck.

Fycro backed away as soon as he could, and the blade of the scythe swiped close to his neck.

Huh?

Abyrus was baffled to see Fycro being intercepted by someone else, but the angel was quickly overjoyed to see an army coming from afar, and the army seemed to have over a hundred thousand soldiers.

Time to get the killing game going!

Wait, a golden dragon? Abyrus noticed the golden dragon form that the Violet Angel took and was somewhat fearful but quickly realized that real golden dragons did not look like that. If that were a true golden dragon, the dragon might exuding from it would place huge stress on the angel, but the golden dragon before it was just a fake.

Damn you, charlatan. I almost got duped.

Abyrus lifted the Sword of Glory in its hand with a cold smirk and headed straight for the Violet Angel, giving up the pursuit of Fycro altogether.

The Violet Angel landed on the ground hard and caused it to shake, but Abyrus was not fazed at all. Abyrus simply flickered and evaded whatever few skills that the Violet Angel was able to throw at it.

Abyrus' fiery red wings flapped, and a red glow surrounded its body. The Sword of Glory burst right through the breath that the Violet Angel threw at it.

The golden Sword of Glory suddenly transformed into an ethereal sword that was many meters long, and Abyrus brought it down on the Violet Angel, aiming to its soul.

If the strike connected, the only part of the Violet Angel that would be left intact would be its soul. Its soul was inside a lightning cage, after all. Abyrus' strike would only be able to harm it if the sword broke through the lightning cage in one go and still had enough left to keep going.

Abyrus did not pay any attention to Nailisi. From its perspective, the woman was just too weak to be worthy of his time.

But that was due to an innate ability of the Luoluokaluo—deception.

If it had not been for such ability to deceive others, the bloodline of the Luoluokaluo would have been rendered extinct a long time ago. Such imps, like humans, were extremely weak when they were first born. Only after they had completely matured would they become formidable beings.

Nailisi saw that Abyrus unleashed its attack and lashed out with her Grey Memory. The Violet Angel simply closed its eyes and did not evade it. If it evaded, Nailisi's thrust would veer off-course.

The Violet Angel would rather take the brunt of the strike from the sword and get a weaker replacement body than to get on Nailisi's bad side.

Pfftt...

A hole the size of a bowl was seen in the red wings. The Grey Memory was thrown by Nailisi like a javelin before she transformed into her devil form and brandished a huge sword. The blade came just in time to stop the strike from Abyrus.

The illusion broke with a crack and Abyrus shrieked. Half of its wings wilted and the feathers on it fell off. The Grey Memory continued to suck divine powers from it frenziedly.

Abyrus swiped the sword in its hand and chopped off the wing on its right side. It was in so much pain that it was shuddering all over. The pain came from the depths of its heart.

Abyrus had been a perfect angel, but it was forced to cut off one of its wings, which made it defective from there on out. The fear from its heart stemmed from doubts it had of itself.

Nailisi was disappointed. While the angel had indeed been powerful, it was only so in terms of power. The angel's mind was just too weak. She, however, did not let the opportunity slip. Twenty-four Shackles of the Fallen shot out of the portal opening right behind her, chaining Abyrus up as soon as they entered the plane.

Abyrus was dumbfounded and swung the Sword of Glory in its hand, intending to cut off the chains binding it. However, the Sword of Glory simply flew out of its hand with a clang, landing at its feet.

Abyrus had too much faith in the Lord of Glory. If it cast the skills contained within the blade, it would probably be able to hurt Nailisi, but breaking the Shackles of the Fallen using the Sword of Glory alone was a feat that not even the Lord of Glory would be capable of.

Nailisi lowered her head and picked up the Grey Memory, which still had some feathers from Abyrus stuck to it.

”I like stupid angels and...gods!” Nailisi swung the Sword of Rules out horizontally, cutting up an illusion with a whiff. It was Fycro's skill for escape, and Nailisi broke it.

”Nailisi, it seems like we both have grown considerably, no?” The Winged Skull was startled. It flicked the Reaper Scythe in its hand and felt Fycro shaking with fear.

”A level 13 pseudogod. Too bad we're at level 15!”

”True. Sheer advantage of higher levels. That is something not even gods can do anything about,” the Winged Skull said, and the two black chains shot out of the eyes on the scythe, binding Fycro and pulling back at great speed. Fycro shrieked as he was consumed by the weapon.

The Winged Skull frowned, as it felt that Fycro still had surviving doubles out there. But it hardly mattered. Resurrecting through such doubles would take hundreds of millions of years.

Nailisi was very pleased. She waved and had the army continue pressing forward to take on the angels that had just emerged from the divine kingdom. She looked at the somewhat twisted face of Abyrus, before she narrowed her eyes and asked, ”What's your name, pale face?”

”Abyrus!” The seraph answered in fright. It was only that it realized that there was a powerful force on the chains binding it enticing it to fall.

No, not enticing, forcing!