Bjørn was, to put it bluntly, excited.
The Viking warrior carrying the name of Bear had died hundreds of years ago in a bloody battle against christian warriors during a raid upon the ground nowadays known as 'Germany', with the battle-song of his people on his lips, the stolen gold from a church in his purse, and his manhood wet with the virgin blood of a non-consenting nun from said church.
The Norse Gods had granted a warrior of such bravery, fear and renown a place in Valhalla, among other warriors of his kind- Each having fallen in battle against a mighty foe, and had their souls carried from the battlefield to Valhalla by beautiful and mighty valkyries.
Bjørn's natural strength had been boosted hundredfold from the energies of Valhalla, and from the hundreds of years of drinking, feasting, fighting and screwing in the sacred halls. He carried a runic axe that had been forged by dwarves, and which he had stolen in one of the raids the warriors of Valhalla had carried out against the other races of Yggdrasil.
A christian angel stabbed it's light-spear through the shield of a warrior next to Bjørn, driving the magical tip through the shield, armor, skin and through the heart of the warrior- And the burly warrior grabbed the shaft of the spear, grunting and nodding to Bjørn who swung his ax and almost split the angelic creature in two from shoulder to waist.
The nearly bisected body collapsed with a spurt of blood that covered Bjørn, while the warrior next to him fell to his knees.
Bjørn grabbed the warrior's hand and guided him so he lay on his back, and closed the now-unseeing eyes of the burly armored and fur-clad warrior.
The battle was already disorganized with angelic creatures with black and white wings clashing against leather-winged armored forms, and with the Norse added to the mix, the battle became outright chaotic.
Warriors fell in droves from each side, while larger, more imposing monsters among each faction's ranks engaged each other in melee both on ground and in the air.
Odd, bird-headed creatures and wobbly man-like creatures in some sort of robes seemed to be holding position and attacking anything that came too close, using odd fan-like blades and thin, curvy swords Bjørn vaguely remembered to be 'katanas'. The group of oddities seemed to be protecting a dead child's body that had eight golden-yellow tails coming from her rear.
The sight confused Bjørn, but he decided to take care of one enemy at a time.
Bjørn saw the sky light with thunder and Thor stood to oppose a bizarre creature that looked like a constantly shifting cube, a creature which was causing Bjørn a headache just by him looking at it. The cube reconfigured itself to some sort of eight-pointed star and fired a laser at Thor from the middle, but missed as Thor flew past the laser and hit the bizarre shape in it's center with his Hammer.
The shape froze, let out a shrill scream that echoed in the battlefield, shattered like glass, and disappeared.
"For Odin! For Thor! To Ragnarok!" Bjørn's victorious battle-cry over Thor's victory was halted as the horrors, the living trees with mouths. hoofs and bleats of goats, which had been seemingly holding still on the other end of the battlefield, moved.
No, it would be more appropriate to say that the horrors lurched into action, like shambling zombies that turned from a still forest into a landslide of hooves and tentacles.
The goat-like bleats echoed in the battlefield as all four factions scrambled to dodge the horrors… except for the Norse, who were warriors who knew no fear.
Bjørn hefted his ax, nodding to the side to his comrades who nodded back and lifted their axes like woodsmen ready to chop the incoming living trees into pieces.
"HRRAAAAAA!" A loud battle-cry echoed as the Vikings charged the charging, bleating horrors, and-
SPLAT
A warrior in front of Bjørn was turned to thin paste as one of the Dark Young stepped on him, the blow the warrior attempted to strike dealing next to no damage to the horror.
SPLAT
A warrior of hundred battles next to Bjørn was reduced to thin paste as another of the horrors ran over him without so much a glance while the horror's tentacle-branches swayed in the air and swat aside airborne attackers.
SPLAT SPLAT
Valkyries fell back from melee as the swaying tentacles proved too much to avoid and attack at the same time. One of the tentacles managed to swat a winged warrior-woman who tried to conjure a magical attack, and the woman's body turned into a mangle of arms and legs as she was flung to the ground, leaving a long wet gouge on the ground from the impact.
SPLAT- SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLATSPLATSPLATSPLATSPLATSPLAT
Across the battlefield the Norse charge turned a stupefied halt as the wall of living trees crashed through it, leaving hundreds of Vikings as thin red paste while the Valkyries above were doing only marginally better, the swaying tentacle-branches either swatting the warrior-women from air like bugs or catching the winged soul guides mid-flight and bringing them to the goat-tree's mouths and swallowing them whole.
Bjørn swung his axe at a passing-by Dark Young, burying his ax into the goat-tree's leg and-
The ax bit, but got stuck to the thick bark and twisted itself out of Bjørn's hands, leaving him unarmed.
More importantly, the hit caught the Dark Young's attention and it turned towards the Viking warrior.
Bjørn looked up at the upraised hoof-
SPLAT
And the next moment Bjorn had become thin paste squeezing past the Dark Young's hooves.
And so, the battle-line of the Norse Vikings crumbled.
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Odin was feeling… Many things.
A traitorous feeling of relief that his fears had been justified was quickly squashed, as Odin would have much preferred ridicule and even exile over what was happening before him.
'Shub-Niggurath's children? Here? What- How?!' Odin thought furiously as he held his hand- On one hand, his inaction led to the deaths of hundreds of Norse Warriors in seconds, but on the other, if he acted hastily, if he brought the ire of the Dark Goat with Hundred Young, he'd add another hostile Outer Being to their enemies.
And one of them was already too much.
'If- If I allow them to rampage through… Would they be sated? Would the sacrifice of hundreds save thousands?' Odin felt as if he had aged hundreds of years in seconds as indecision wracked his body and his outstretched hand shook.
"Oh, should we go and help those oh so mighty warriors?" Loki mocked Odin from the side. "Oooor, sure-ly, an old goat like you could bleat at the goats down there and you could find a common language?"
"Silence, whelp! Can you not see that our world's future tethers on a knife's edge?!" Odin turned his rage towards Loki, who merely shrugged and leaned back in the air as the two gods stood hundreds of feet in the air, overlooking the battle raging both in the air and on the ground.
"Your war, your responsibility, as the old beards used to say." Loki pulled a nail file, moved it across his nails a couple of times and blew on them.
'That punk… Grh... ' Odin turned away so his frustration with the annoying trickster wouldn't affect his judgement, specifically as Odin recognized the file to be the one that his valkyrie-aid used. Or in other words, Loki had likely weaseled his way into the woman's pants and took the nail file as 'spoils'- And also making Odin's interactions with his new aide quite awkward. Which was something Loki no doubt knew. 'It is said in the legends that humans who are seduced by the darkness offered the Dark Young a sacrifice, which would sate it and save the cultists from death or worse in the hands of the dark deities they worshipped… If…'
Odin looked at the devastated battle-line that had resulted from the Dark Young crashing through it, and it became clear to him that a sacrifice like those of the warriors wasn't enough. 'The sacrifice needs to be stronger- Something worthy, that they'd be sated and return to the darkness they came from…'
He knew that Hastur was already hostile to the Norse- Nay, to the entire world... But… If Odin managed to redirect Shub-Niggurath's gaze, and Hastur's anger…
A plan hatched in the Norse God's head, and he brought up a communication rune to Thor- and paused. 'He would never agree to this- That bullhead's honor would never accept sacrificing someone when fighting is an option, even if he knew that his odds were not good.'
Instead, Odin realized that he had sparse few who could accomplish the task he'd set… Except for one. "Loki."
"Yeah?"
"I have a task for you…" Odin began, swallowed, and continued. "Should you succeed as I describe it to you… I'll make you my heir, instead of Thor."
Loki's fingernail-filing stopped.
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"Finally.. finally…" Katarina Leviathan hissed as she spotted a reluctant Serafall Leviathan 'dueling with', or rather, dodging enraged Gabriel's attacks.
There were two devil Peerages in the area around the partially collapsed manor as well, although it looked like they were too busy hunkering down in the ruins to do anything all too meaningful for the duel- With the exception of a lithe blonde girl that gave an eerie feeling to Katarina.
It was somewhat similar to what the self-titled 'Overlord General' had, except the blonde girl's aura had been muted to a great degree and somehow tainted as well.
Katarina made a mental note to watch out for her, as it wasn't impossible that the General had his own spies in the devil's ranks as well.
Nonetheless, she pulled her hand back for a throw while conjuring a long, spindly and barb-filled javelin, which she aimed solidly at Serafall Leviathan's back-
A hand grabbed hers, forcing Katarina to pause.
"You- Traitor, what do- hng!" Katarina turned to swing at her grabber, only for the Overlord General to send a quick spike of foul energy through the hold it had on her wrist.
"Calm yourself, fellow servant. You'll die if you rush in without a plan… Allow me to share with you the greatest ploy you'll ever experience in your feeble life." The undead creature muttered something overly grand that caused Katarina to scoff… until the undead creature pulled out some kind of Scroll that set off all kinds of alarm bells in Katarina's head, as she had seen the effect some of the undead's scrolls had on regular living folk.
"Let go of me-"
"[Scroll of Control Amnesia]."
Katarina felt as if her head had suddenly tilted, and her thoughts had come to a halt. 'What- wha…'
Suddenly, nothing made sense. She wasn't sure what she was, where she was, how she had ended up where she was, what the odd bony creature in front of her was…
And then the effect ended, leaving her disoriented.
"...You should warn me before you do that." Katarina grumbled at the undead creature.
"Of course." The General nodded it's crooked skull, and seemingly turned to leave. "My next act requires me to be elsewhere. Do you remember your role?"
"Ah… Yes, my fellow servant of the Supreme Being." Katarina answered easily, even though there was a faint feeling of something being seriously wrong. 'What? I've served the Supreme Being my entire life, even though I haven't known about it… Why does it feel so odd though? This was my part in his plan all along, and I never had a plan of my own… right?'
The woman blinked once more and adjusted her glasses. "I… Ahem…"
But, the Overlord General was gone before she could voice her concerns over her being possibly compromised.
"...Right, as to my next role in the Supreme Being's plan…" Katarina couldn't shake the odd feeling of revulsion she got when voicing the name of her beloved master, and ignored the way her speech dwindled off in confusion. "Ah, yes… of course…"
The self-titled True Leviathan drew her hand back, causing the barb-filled spear of tainted water to form into a javelin, and she threw the projectile at her target's exposed back.
The javelin flew straight and true, and-
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The skies above the battlefield were alight with dark lances, flashes of light and bright youkai-fire.
In the distance a wave of darkness approached the battlefield, but at the moment, Michael was too occupied trying to fight Sirzechs that he couldn't focus on the approaching wave- Indeed, as he looked over the Reigning Maou used the distraction to create another burst of dark power and threw it at the Arch-Angel.
Michael dodged a low-power orb of pure darkness that would have severely disoriented the Arch-angel had it connected.
"Surrender, Sirzechs! You're outnumbered!" Michael was bluffing, as while the battle in the sky was a two-on-one affair, the reality was that the Devils outnumbered the Fallen and Angels almost three-to-one thanks to the Norse reinforcements the Devils had gotten, and due to the devastating initial attack the traitorous Maou had launched.
"Michal-san! Please stop this! This is a massive misunderstanding, and you're being played! Do not trust Hastur!" Sirzechs screamed something incomprehensible while dodging a series of fireballs that Yasaka's divine fox-form sent his way. "He's trying to deceive you and split us apart! Believe- ugh!"
The fireballs seemed to curve mid-flight, homing in on the Maou's back and forcing him to raise a barrier of dark energy that blocked the projectiles.
Michale raised his hand to send a wave of light that scorched Sirzechs's skin, forcing the Maou to shield himself like a vampire from the sun… Which allowed Yasaka to dive in and the fox latched her jaws into the Maou's upraised arm.
Sirzechs let out a scream of pain as the divine fox rolled around like an alligator midair, causing the Maou's arm to twist into unnatural angles and then let a wet crunch of breaking bone.
A lance of dark energy forced the kitsune back, but nonetheless Sirzechs's left arm was thoroughly mangled. "Yasaka-san! Michael-san! I surrender, if you promise that you'll hear me out! The enemy that preys on us is something far worse than you could have imagined, he manipulates us to fight each other and split us apart!"
'And even now, when the chips are down and there is no point in lying anymore… He keeps trying to confuse us and make us hold our blows.' Nonetheless Michael was starting to feel conflicted as he had noticed that, while he couldn't believe Sirzechs words after the ambush, the Maou had barely aimed any lethal attacks towards either Michael or Yasaka.
Of course, that was not much as far as being sinless went, but nonetheless Michael was feeling conflicted.
That conflict was further increased when he saw that the Dark Young far below had charged the Fallen and Angel lines… And broken through, targeting their violence at the Norse exclusively. 'I thought Sirzechs, the Dark Young, and Norse were allies? What is the meaning of this?'
"Sirzechs-san. Look below yourself- The horrors you have brought into our world wreak devastation upon your allies ranks. Please reflect upon yourself and surrender yourself and your forces." Michael knew that surrender was long out of the picture as both sides knew what would be the result of that, but he still held hope that Sirzechs would take responsibility for the horrors of the day. '...But, did he truly lose control of those creatures… Or are the Underworld and the Norse not allied after all?'
Michael felt truly stressed over the whole situation, even though externally he was calm as he hovered in the air with the help of his fourteen pairs of wings.
'...The devils must pay for this treachery…' While no amount of money or trade goods would bring back the fallen angels, having the Devils be put under the Heaven's rule would end their tyranny for good.
Michael flinched as he felt how Ramiel lost his concentration elsewhere in the sky that had turned to a battlefield of fire and smoke, and the grand angel was forced to retreat after suffering a catastrophic wound. The strike from the Thunder God had hit the grand angel in it's old wound from the great war between the Three Factions, and had worsened the Angel's condition severely. 'Recovering from this is going to take decades… Centuries… And even after that, the lost angels won't return… Father- If you hear me… Please…'
But Michael had heard of the amnesia that plagued Father, and that he had only recently started to remember who he was and return to his power. It was a fool's hope to believe that-
"[Message]... Ahem, would this be Michael?" Michel's heart jumped to his throat, and then began beating faster and faster as a voice echoed in his head. There was a strange munching sound mixed in with the words, as if someone was eating popcorn in the background of the speech.
"Father?"
"U-umu, ahem, I retreated from the battlefield to deal with some things… Ahem, and I brought reinforcements. Yes, definitely…' The voice was somewhat nervous, which Michael couldn't blame Father for- After all, the situation was quite dire. 'However, all of our forces have suffered, and we should consider consolidating our forces… It seems that the Norse have played us all, and have swooped in to support Sirzechs. We should focus our attacks on Odin, if possible. Yes, I believe that he is the biggest threat to us right now."
Michael nodded his head as the situation seemed to clear a bit- And the fact that Odin had appeared next to Sirzechs supported the theory. "Yes, Father."
"Ahem, anyway, I'll need to take care of things here. I trust that you can take care of things in your end?"
Michael nodded his head as the connection broke, and Yasaka was thrown back as Odin lifted his wrinkled hand to conjure a runic barrier between the enraged divine fox and Sirzechs.
"This madness has gone long enough! If you do not see that you are being played, both of you, then you will be struck down!" Odin's voice was terrible and ancient, and the Allfather of Norse sent skies roiling with his power.
But Michael knew that Odin was out of his element here- While Japan was not a land where the Arch-angels were particularly powerful or had deep roots to, the Norse had practically no attachment to the land and were at their weakest. Odin was a paper tiger, in other words.
Nonetheless Michael hid his hands in his sleeves. "Once again, please surrender and cease fire. I do not know why you believe Father to be he-who-must-never-be-named, but I believe that you are mistaken. Moreover, the fact that the Dark Young you have brought into this realm have run amok amongst your own forces should be indicative enough that you should stop. If we combine our forces, and with Father's help, we can stop them. I can only see death in our future if we let them rampage."
"Hrrgh." Odin seemed frustrated with Michael, and Michael sighed as he foresaw a 'hostile negotiation' brewing in the near future. "Fine. If you'll not see the truth, then I'll force your eyes open, whelp of a deity."
Michael answered with a spear of light thrown at the Norse God, and Yasaka took the opportunity to lunge at now-unshielded Sirzechs once again.
But before he could continue the assault, he felt something grand happen below him- And at the same time, something horrifying that caused Michael to stumble mid-air.
Indeed, below him-
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Serafall Leviathan's eyes widened as she saw her 'opponent', or rather, Gabriel freeze.
She didn't want to fight the Arch-angel, nor did she want to fight at all… But she knew that if she didn't, then Sona would pay the price. She wasn't blind to Sona's manipulations, but she knew that if she didn't go along with them, or picked Sona up and ran away, then Sona's Peerage would die in the battle, making her sad.
And while Serafall could ensure that Sona wouldn't hurt herself in protest, it wasn't as if Serafall could just spoon-feed Sona gruel for the rest of her life to keep the girl from trying to bite her tongue or otherwise maul herself. Not to mention, if Momon was the 'Supreme Being' as Sona claimed, then there was a high chance that he'd come after Serafall, and with Sona's help, she knew that she couldn't win that fight. The Rating Game had been planned by the Supreme Being, as Sona put it, to both gauge Serafall's strengths, find her weaknesses, marry Sona and put Serafall into an emotional deadlock.
And he had succeeded in all his goals.
Nonetheless, Serafall didn't want to fight Gabriel, nor did she want a war to break out between the factions.
Yet, the sight around her was that of an insane battlefield where old rivals came together to fight side-by-side, and fought against foes both old, ancient and new while the mud turned red with blood, and bodies were ground to gore under the hoof, claw and blade of war.
Serafall felt her tears streak her cheeks as she parried Gabriel's frenzied attacks as the Arch-angel tried to get through the Maou and to Ravel, Sona and Rias, who had taken cover in the manor's partial ruins. The destruction around her awoke some bad memories in her head of the civil war and beyond, and the fact Sona was mere tens of feet away from her while it happened tore at her heart - Even more so after Baraquel had been forced to go and lead the Fallen Angels while Azazel and Beelzebub dueled in Kuoh, leaving the two Peerages without cover. As much as the fact had clearly torn at the Fallen Angel, as it meant that Akeno had been left to take cover in the ruins alongside the two Peerages.
Serafall would never forgive 'Momon' for the destruction he had caused, and the crush she had on the awesome-acting maybe-god-not-really had evaporated like mist in a wind. 'He… How could he…'
The terrifying sight of the Angels and Fallen believing in Momon's lies had chilled Serafall to the core, but she had held to Sona's words, that Momon would lead them to a brighter future, that somehow everything would turn out all right… Only for everything to go up in flames.
Serafall saw as a lance of dark, tainted water was thrown from the woods nearby, streaking like an arrow at the combatants.
Gabriel lifted her light-spear… And lurched forward as the spear pierced through her back, and came through her chest.
"Ah…" Gabriel's eyes widened. "Traitorous… devils… of course… from behind…"
The arch-angel fell on her face while grasping the javelin that had run her through.
Serafall wasn't sure if she screamed in despair or in hatred- Despair over what was happening, or hatred for Momon since Serafall knew that the death of the Arch-Angel must have been his fault somehow.
In her despair Serafall didn't notice as a shape flickered into being amongst the Peerages behind her- Until Ravel, Rias and Sona let surprised yelps as their backsides were smacked.
As soon as Serafall heard Sona's yelp she turned her attention behind her-
"Wha- Lord Loki-ungh…" Rossweisse let out a surprised sound as the trickster god of Norse materialized among the Devils, gave the three devil girls a slap on the butt as the girls had been staring at the destruction with varying expressions from horrified to amused.
The trickster then promptly slammed his fist into Rossweisse's face, casting some sort of rune that sent an arc of electricity down the Valkyrie's body and stunned her in one strike.
Serafall flew as fast as she could towards the sudden attacker that had teleported amidst the Peerage-
The electric arc from Loki's rune sparked into one more target, and Koneko's hair stood on end as the girl was disoriented by the spark.
Serafall conjured a spear of pure water that she aimed at Loki's throat as the trickster looked towards Rias, Ravel and more importantly Sona, and lifted his hands up-
"Nice glutes, girl!" Loki clapped his hands at Rias who had spun around to look at the one who had slapped her butt, but by the time she had finished her turn… Loki was gone.
The next nanosecond Serafall's lance of water occupied the space where Loki's throat had been, missing the trickster entirely as he had teleported away.
And the trickster had taken Koneko and Rossweisse with him.
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Momonga exited [Gate] which led to the roof of his mansion in Kuoh City.
Or, what should have been the roof, but was now just empty air, causing him to fall for a brief moment before he managed to stabilize himself.
"[Fly]... Haa, they've made a mess of the place…" Momonga sighed as he realized that the mansion had been utterly leveled from the second floor and up, and there was but ruins in its place. Surprisingly, however, the first floor seemed to have survived… if barely.
A glance around the area revealed a massive battle raging in and around his estate and the fighting seemed to have spilled over to Kuoh, at least based off the explosions and the fireworks going off in the direction.
Moreover, Momonga noticed that the Dark Young the Overlord General had summoned had charged through the Norse ranks, but worryingly, it looked like Odin hadn't taken the bait that Momonga had offered and the norse 'god' hadn't exhausted himself on taking down the Dark Young. 'Figures… Any player worth their salt would know that the Dark Young would be de-summoned when the summoner dies, so it makes little sense to engage the summons in combat unless forced to… Moreover, the Dark Young were no slouch in YGGDRASIL, and thanks to the number that the Overlord General managed to summon, they'd easily kill a low-skill player even in PVP between level hundred players.'
Momonga felt a twinge of jealousy that his summon had managed to break the record of simultaneous Dark Young summons, but he figured that he shouldn't be too mad about it since the Overlord was his summon in the end.
'Now then... ' "[Message]- Dominion Authority? Could you teleport to me…"
Momonga ignored Ddraig's pouting and a note that 'he had missed the fighting' while a massive circle of light formed in the air- And at the same time another similar circle formed near it as Momonga cast [Summon angel 7th] once more to summon a second [Dominion Authority]
He ignored the twitch that came from excessive mana drain, as while the summon was hefty in cost, it wouldn't tax his combat potential all that much.
"Haa… And I wanted to avoid doing flashy moves…" Momonga complained as he set the summoning circles.
And then he unfolded the [Boosted Gear] into its gauntlet-configuration, ignoring the fact Ddraig's munching increased in volume drastically as a result.
"[Boost]- [Widen magic: Flash]"
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A incredibly powerful flash of light brought a lull in the fighting between the Three Factions as the sky turned golden from light and a form emerged from above the now-partially ruined manor.
The masses of devils who had come as part of the battlegroup looked up as a massive armored angel appeared up above- Except this one wasn't quite like the Angels that they were fighting. It was young, unburdened and bursting with power.
"Followers of True God rejoice! For we have arrived as His sentinels!" The Angel of the True God, Dominion Authority. lifted its pole-mace high and a divine flag appeared on it. "Stand true and strong, for this is the time of judgement!"
Those who were in it's radiance felt invigorated and strong, yet at the same time there was a clear hesitation in the ranks of the Fallen and the Devils- While those of the Heavens's faction were just plain confused.
"Enemies seek to divide and destroy us! Those who heed the True God's call- Harken to us! Those who reject his word- Begone and be damned!" The Dominion Authority pointed it's mace at the devils, and at the same time it was joined by another one of it's kind, except that it looked even newer and was mute. Nonetheless it radiated an aura that healed both Angels, Fallen and Devils alike, without discriminating for race.
"Heed me and rally upon my banner!" A form spoke from between the two massive angels. "You'll find discounted- ahem, freely-offered resurrections and good deals- ahem, salvation with me! Devils, Angels, Fallen! Join me- And strike against the horrors that plague us! Against the enemies that come to our shore!"
The form pointed a golden staff at the Norse, who were struggling hard against the Dark Young who were practically using them as stress toys.
Yet, at the same time, a wave of darkness seemed to come from the other side of the battlefield and a massive wave of corpses and mutilated flesh rose from the dead that had been slain by the wave of darkness that had sparked the war.
The Three Factions found themselves sandwiched between the rising tide of undead and the two massive armored angels- And a few devils took a step towards the shapes that claimed redemption.
"Fuck this- Peerage! With me!" A devil with blue hair grasped a hefty tome while he ran towards the two massive angels, using the tome like a shield or as a holy symbol while he ran as if he had been whipped. A gaggle of ragged and bloody women in equally dirty nun clothes followed him, running towards the two massive angels as if they were heading for salvation.
The group's wounds seemed to heal as they approached the two angels, and by the time they had reached the ruined mansion, their wounds had disappeared entirely.
"Diodora! You bastard! You- Argh!" a devil with scars on his face seemed to be enraged by the noble's betrayal, and then fell to his face as a woman with a golden chain bearing an icon that looked like a skull-faced man stabbed the scarred veteran in the back, causing the veteran of the old war to fall on his face in the mud with the bladed instrument lodged into his heart.
"Forgive us, True God!" The devil woman screamed as she broke formation as well, crawling through the mud and running towards the two massive angels which seemed to hold back the coming tide of undeath and darkness by their light.
The few betrayals began to snowball as the devil lines started to break, with those who had been converted to the True God breaking formation, the Peerages stabbing their noble Kings who had not been converted, and the converted Kings dragging their less believing Peerages along with them like if they were dragging whipped dogs.
At the same time doubt began to spread among the Fallen who had been exposed to the True God in less spectacular fashion than the Devils- But the fact they were about to be crushed between the converted devils and the wave of dead that was quickly approaching made quite few of them change their tune and break formation towards the mansion.
The Heavens, meanwhile, merely looked at their leaders- Only to see Gabriel fall as a lance of corrupted water had pierced her back and come through her chest, with Serafall Leviathan standing victorious over the duel.
The Maou looked horrified for a moment as she looked behind herself, before escaping towards the mansion.
The Heaven's faction froze still while the Devils who remained loyal to the Maous cheered.
And the voice from between the two massive armored Angels echoed once more in the battlefield. "Ahem, yes, umu- [True Resurrection]!"
The dead body of Gabriel twitched, and then she rose to her knees- But instead of rising up as an undead horror, she woke up as herself while coughing out mud that had stained her face and front of her dress.
The next moment she was flanked by a man wielding the golden staff, and he offered her his hand… And Gabriel took it. "Father- Thank you… thank you…"
The Heaven's faction froze still… And almost in unison, began to march towards the two massive armored angels who held the wave of death at bay with their radiance... And then the angels turned the radiance towards those below them, condemning those who had stayed in the mud-strewn battlefield.
The devils who had remained loyal to their Maous screamed in horror as the wave of death crashed upon them.
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