Chapitre 33: God Strength
Gabriel's injuries were severe, with his body covered in marks from Asmodeus' relentless whip strikes. He struggled to move, his strength waning, and each breath was a labored effort. It was evident that he was in critical condition, and his situation grew increasingly dire with every passing moment.
The desperate humans, witnessing the dire state of Gabriel, summoned their courage and began pelting Asmodeus with rocks, shouting at the demon to stay away from their fallen comrade. Their collective anger and determination seemed to momentarily distract Asmodeus from his brutal assault on Gabriel.
Asmodeus, momentarily irritated by the defiant humans, sneered and taunted them in response to their efforts to protect Gabriel.
"You think you can protect this Angel for helping you? HAHAHA! You just wasted his sacrifice because all of you are going to die," he jeered sadistically, his cruel intentions becoming even more evident.
Despite his battered state, Gabriel summoned the last reserves of his fading strength and resolve to defy Asmodeus.
"No, you won't!" he declared, his voice quivering but determined. Struggling to stay conscious, he continued, "I will not let you hurt anyone!" His words hung in the air, a testament to his unyielding will to protect those he cared about, even in the face of overwhelming odds.
Asmodeus grinned wickedly, his words laced with sadistic intent. "You, with the last of your strength, find words to challenge me? Perhaps I should relieve you of that troublesome tongue."
Asmodeus, in the midst of delivering another brutal strike to Gabriel, suddenly sensed a shifting energy. A unique and powerful aura seemed to be emanating from the wounded angel, catching his attention.
Gabriel's body underwent a startling transformation. His form expanded, muscles bulging as his wounds miraculously began to heal. His once calm blue eyes blazed with an intense crimson hue.
With a surge of unrestrained power, Gabriel's transformation intensified. His newfound strength materialized into a colossal sword, its blade gleaming with an otherworldly brilliance. The once fragile archer had evolved into a formidable warrior, ready to confront the demon prince with his newfound might.
With his newfound strength coursing through his veins, Gabriel gazed skyward and offered his gratitude to the divine. His voice echoed with a blend of humility and determination, a testament to his resolve to protect those in need.
With a resounding, earth-shaking swing of his newfound colossal sword, Gabriel unleashed a powerful shockwave that sent the Incubus and Succubus hurtling backward. His voice, though tinged with humor, bore the weight of unwavering determination. Amidst his transformation, he had one thought burning in his mind—to protect those he cared about, even if it meant wielding this imposing, formidable form that seemed incongruous with his usual self. The air around him crackled with raw energy as he prepared to face Asmodeus, every fiber of his being ready to defend against the Prince of Lust's relentless onslaught.
As Gabriel swung his colossal sword, its radiant energy cascaded forth in a blinding display of power. The once-dominant Succubus and Incubus, who had obeyed Asmodeus's every command, crumpled to the ground, their bodies devoid of consciousness. The transformation had granted Gabriel not only incredible physical prowess but also an indomitable force that overwhelmed the minions of the Prince of Lust. Asmodeus watched in disbelief, his aura of arrogance dwindling as he realized the tide of battle had taken an unexpected turn.
Uriel, weakened and battered, gazed upon Gabriel's newfound strength with amazement, her earlier predicament now overshadowed by his awe-inspiring transformation.
Gabriel's aura continued to surge, its intensity growing with each passing moment as he readied himself for the impending clash with Asmodeus.
Gabriel, his voice resonating with newfound determination, declared, "This is my true power, the strength bestowed upon me by God. Allow me to reveal its might!"
Gabriel's God Strength, an awe-inspiring manifestation of divine power, was a force of nature unlike any other. This celestial gift from the Almighty transformed him into an entity of unparalleled might. When this divine energy coursed through him, his physical form underwent a profound metamorphosis.
His once lean and agile physique transformed into a colossal and imposing figure. Muscles bulged beneath his skin, each one honed to perfection. His skin shimmered with a radiant, ethereal glow, reminiscent of polished marble. His eyes blazed with a crimson fire, signifying the fiery zeal of God's power coursing within him.
At the core of this transformation lay the God Strength itself - a magnificent and colossal sword, forged from the very essence of heaven. Its blade was as bright as the purest sunlight, and its hilt was adorned with celestial runes that pulsed with divine energy. This sword was more than a weapon; it was a symbol of God's authority, a tool of divine justice.
The God Strength was weightless in Gabriel's mighty grasp, and he wielded it with grace and ferocity. Its strikes were swift and precise, carrying the power of a thousand suns. The sword cut through the air with a harmonious hum, leaving trails of radiant energy in its wake.
In this godly form, Gabriel's senses transcended the limitations of mere mortals. He could perceive the heartbeat of every living being around him, the faintest rustling of leaves in the wind, and the very essence of life itself. His thoughts were as clear and sharp as the sword he wielded, allowing him to strategize and react with divine precision.
But the true essence of God Strength was not just physical might. It was a beacon of hope, a testament to the unwavering faith of those who believed in God's grace. It radiated an aura of protection and salvation, inspiring courage in the hearts of those who stood alongside Gabriel.
As he prepared to unleash this divine power upon Asmodeus and his corrupted minions, Gabriel understood the weight of the responsibility that came with it. He was not just a warrior; he was a champion of righteousness, a vessel of God's divine will. With the God Strength by his side, he was ready to confront any darkness that dared to challenge the light of heaven.
As Gabriel faced off against Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust, with the God Strength coursing through him, the atmosphere crackled with an otherworldly tension. The clash between divine and demonic forces was about to reach its zenith, and the fate of all those present hung in the balance.
Asmodeus, though initially amused, could not deny the palpable power emanating from Gabriel. The God Strength had granted him unimaginable might, and it was time to put that newfound power to the test. His laughter echoed through the tumultuous battleground as he readied himself for the confrontation.
Gabriel, standing tall and resolute, locked eyes with the demon prince. His fiery gaze bore into Asmodeus, a testament to his unwavering determination to protect humanity from the corruption of lust and temptation. With a swift and graceful movement, he raised the God Strength, its radiant blade gleaming with an intensity that rivaled the sun.
The battlefield fell silent as both combatants assessed each other, measuring the weight of their convictions. Gabriel's every movement was calculated, a testament to the discipline of an Archangel. His aura radiated purity and righteousness, a stark contrast to the darkness that clung to Asmodeus.
The demon prince, ever the cunning adversary, grinned wickedly, his scarlet eyes aflame with anticipation. He knew that this confrontation would test his limits, that the Archangel before him was no ordinary foe. But he relished the challenge, for he drew power from the chaos and desires of mortals.
The first clash of forces came with a blinding flash of light and deafening thunder. Gabriel's God Strength met Asmodeus's malevolent aura, and the shockwaves of their collision rippled across the battlefield. The earth trembled beneath their feet, and the heavens themselves seemed to bear witness to the epic showdown.
With each strike and parry, the battlefield transformed into a dazzling display of celestial and infernal energies clashing in a dance of destruction. Gabriel moved with an unmatched grace, his every motion a testament to his mastery of the God Strength. His strikes were imbued with divine justice, and the sheer force of his attacks pushed back the waves of lustful demons that sought to engulf him.
Asmodeus, fueled by his insatiable desires and the chaos he thrived upon, countered with relentless aggression. His whip lashed out like a serpent, and his dark sorcery distorted the very fabric of reality. Yet, every attempt to ensnare Gabriel was met with unwavering resolve and the radiant power of the Archangel's sword.
In the midst of their cataclysmic clash, Gabriel pressed his advantage, wielding the God Strength with unparalleled finesse. Each swing of his colossal sword sent shockwaves through the battlefield, casting back the advancing horde of Incubi and Succubi. The God Strength, a manifestation of divine authority, cleaved through the dark energies that surrounded Asmodeus, leaving trails of radiant fire in its wake.
Asmodeus, recognizing the gravity of the situation, transformed his sinister whip into a wickedly serrated obsidian sword. With newfound agility and precision, he parried Gabriel's blows with unnerving skill, creating dazzling sparks with every clash of their weapons. However, despite his formidable defense, Asmodeus found himself increasingly on the defensive, struggling to hold his ground against the Archangel's relentless onslaught.
Gabriel's every strike resonated with the power of divine justice, and with each clash, he carved intricate patterns of light into Asmodeus's dark armor. The demonic prince, once confident and mocking, now wore a grimace of frustration as he desperately sought openings to retaliate.
The battlefield became a frenzied spectacle of light and shadow, a testament to the raw power and unwavering resolve of both combatants. With each passing moment, Gabriel seemed to gain the upper hand, his righteous fury pushing Asmodeus further back. The fallen angel's strength was unmatched, fueled by his determination to protect humanity from the corruption of lust and desire.
Yet, Asmodeus was not one to be underestimated. With a final burst of infernal energy, he managed to break free from Gabriel's relentless assault, creating a brief reprieve in the chaos. The two adversaries locked eyes, panting with exhaustion but unwavering in their resolve. The outcome of their titanic struggle remained uncertain, hanging in the balance of the next move, as they prepared for the climactic conclusion of their battle for the ages.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
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-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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