章節 80: Truce
The sun shined bright that day.
Thousands of white dots were neatly gathered in a line, creating a resemblance of a horizon amidst the endless blue sky.
Angels clad in golden armor stood at the back in silence, nervous as it was their first time preparing for a battlefield apart from their usual spar.
They mostly had golden swords and spears fashioned from the same golden-colored metal as their armor.
The armor had a simple design. It had fully covered their entire body, except the forearms, chest, and shins which were plated with extra armor.
Those were the angels of the first rank, which were the most inexperienced class of the divine race and the weakest. They will take care of the fodder lesser demons and imps. The survivors would be propelled to greater heights than what they are now.
The second to last group was the archangels. Their shiny armor was modified to accommodate their extra pair of wings and thus, heavier armor for extra protection.
Archangels were just stronger versions of angels. There was nothing noteworthy about them except that they were the majority of the army.
Power angels are where things start looking different. Their platinum-colored armor becomes more diverse as an angel obtains the privilege of acquiring a class. The particularly macho ones wear extra heavier armor to compensate for their low defense.
Some wore the standard armor but with platinum crosses floating behind their backs, some wore helmets with visors, had quivers on their waist, and carried bows.
The next up was the dominion angels. Those were like generals and each one of them was in charge of a number of angels, archangels, and power angels.
Up next were the virtues. They can be summarized as angels with unique traits and skills.
The angel of diligence, the angel of hospitality, the angel of purity, and the like could be all seen in charge of a few dominion angels each.
The potential of an angel depends on their innate natures the most. Angels born from the wheel of reincarnation usually start out as standard rank and acquire the rank of awakened when they become power angels.
The original angels and the humans turned into angels due to their legacy starting out as ascended, later evolving to grand and disaster once they become virtues and seraphs.
This meant that the average angel had no way to reach the realm of demi-gods but were they really missing out?
In the end, the seraphs are the ones who would have to lead this divine army of heaven to the darkest pits of hell.
They are the ones who would have to take on the greatest sins to ever exist.
The Seraph of Knowledge and Wisdom, Raphael
The Seraph of Death, Azreal
The Seraph of Chastity, Raguel
The Seraph of Patience and Resilience, Gabriel
The Seraph of Salvation, Sariel
The Seraph of Judgment and Vows, Uriel
And the one leading them all, the Seraph of Authority and Responsibility, Michael.
Of course, the fallen angel observed from the sidelines.
He had no intention of actively fighting but he wanted to go if he could.
Demons' only weakness is divine magic and holy aura, none that Seraphile had access to.
He desperately wanted to go out and fight alongside his siblings but he knew it was nothing short of a dream.
'I only had control over miasma for several decades but who am I to compete with demons who have practiced controlling miasma for thousands of years?
Not to mention my miasma is much weaker than the average miasma of demons. The corrosive ability is barely reaching a greater demon level.
And if that wasn't enough, I haven't learned a single demon magic yet. I am sure I can make a demonic arrow created out of a bit of demonic energy instinctually but what can they do? Tickle Lucifer?
Sigh…
I didn't practice with demonic magic at all. Using profane magic on holy grounds and stuff. It feels so wrong.'
Seraphile watched from far away. He wore a simple white silken tunic with holes in the back for his 5 pairs of wings. His long dark hair reached his waist and two small horns poked from his head. He had a tall lean physique and his hollow eyes represented what he had become.
Michael was the opposite of his looks.
He had a tall, strong body with wide shoulders, long silver hair reaching his knees, and extravagant pale armor that radiated light. His striking yellow eyes looked around, scanning the army that was about to rush off to an infinite void soon.
His vision inevitably landed at Seraphile shying away and he sighed before approaching him.
"Here, have this." He said as he snapped his fingers.
Golden sparks flew and a mighty sword gained form.
It had a golden handle wrapped in a silky bandage to give it a proper grip. The guard was of a simple design with a few pale luminous metal strings intertwined with it and extended to the grip as well.
The blade was double-edged and silver in color. It had a length of 2 meters and it softly hummed under the influence of Michael.
"It's a legendary grade equipment so be lenient with it. Except when you are slashing some demons with it of course."
Michael showed him a smile, which was that of a rare occurrence.
Moved, Seraphile held the blade by the grip without any precaution.
A hissing sound sounded as a groan of pain escaped Seraphile's mouth.
He dropped the blade and kneeled on the ground as he stared at his scorched hand.
"Urgh, that hurts."
Michael facepalmed, his embarrassment invisible.
"I forgot that sword was infused with a great amount of divine energy." He lamented.
"I put my energy to it which proved to be more than you could handle. To be honest, I am a little surprised. You were already endangering yourself by being here but you went for this long without being hurt by divine magic.
Either way, I am glad that we know more about your new body now. It has a bit of resistance toward divinity but not high enough.
In any case, here have this glove as well."
A golden gauntlet gained form and Seraphile wore it.
With the gauntlet, he could swing the sword with no problem although he did realize he was severely lacking in swordsmanship.
"I delayed long enough. Let's get moving." Michael, now back to his leader self, commanded Seraphile and flew towards the front of the army. Seraphile followed suit.
He took his spot amongst the virtues according to the same number of wings they had and prepared for dimensional travel.
Michael, alongside the rest of the seraphs, walked up to an empty space and raised their hands.
Divine power emanated fiercely from them, causing Seraphile to take a few hundred steps back to preserve his body.
Magic rays burst from their hands and focused at a single point in space as Raphael initiated her magic.
The sky darkened, causing the angels to gasp in awe.
The point of space where the magic rays met grew denser and distorted space, making for a spectacular sight.
In a moment, a flashing light blinded everyone, before being devoured by the emerging cosmic tear.
Strengthening their resolve, the seraphim charged straight at the massive hole in time and space, and the troops followed without fear.
For a second, everything stopped. The passage of time, the existence of space, everything. Rendering everyone blind for a split second.
Then it continued once again.
Blood red sky, ghostly moon, and withered fauna life.
Eerie cries echoed through the desolate land that was hell.
Ever present miasma gnawed at the angels, eroding the equipments bit by bit.
Michael stood fearlessly in his place. His eyes gained a silent spark of fury as he spotted the much-hated demon lord.
"My my, it is always the same spot, isn't it? Aren't you tired of it?' Lucifer laughed.
His purple robe was decorated with darker shades of black metal. A wicked crown was given form out of gold and abyssal dark matter, the symbolism of the pride of the lord and the bane of angels.
"Lucifer… I knew you were arrogant but to think you would be waiting alone. You got a death wish?" Uriel spat at him and drew her sword.
"Now now, calm down Uriel. As you can see, no harm is done." Lucifer tried to pacify the judge's wrath as he curiously stared at Seraphile.
Then all of a sudden, his face distorted with disappointment.
"Caring for other children instead of your direct descendants… It's a demon all right." He sighed and then got an idea.
"I call for a truce!"
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