Arturia and Mordred were also further ahead, next to Arthur and all three were wielding their respective swords.
Fenrir was beside them in his greatest form as his divine power circulated and he was prepared to attack.
Sebas and Asia were further behind them, Sebas to prevent anyone from escaping and Asia to heal their friends' injuries.
"Who are you?" asked one of the Fallen Angels.
Karna pointed his spear at him.
"I am Karna, and just like my companions we were ordered to stop your army" said Karna as if it didn't matter.
"And who ordered you to do such a thing?" asked the Fallen Angel.
"My master who is fighting against Kokabiel" said Karna to all the Fallen Angels.
They all gained angry expressions.
"Then let's force our way" shouted a Fallen Angel followed by all.
All the Fallen Angels created high-powered light spears in their hands, the light was so much that it lit up the whole night sky like stars.
Hundreds of lances of light fell upon them from the heavens, falling like a fiery teor shower, more than enough to kill them a dozen tis, all of them directed towards Gilgash's group.
These were spears made from light itself. Their heat was such that they were able to burn the flesh of demons and humans with the greatest of ease. One alone was strong enough to pierce a wall. One hundred was enough to bring down a fortress.
But it was all useless when two of them advanced.
Tiamat and Karna advanced.
Taking the lead, Tiamat inflated his lungs and spat out an imnse sea of blue flas that advanced, incinerating all the light spears and the nearby Fallen Angels, all in vain before the might of the Strongest Dragon King.
Karna stood beside Tiamat advancing between his flas that did not burn him, for no fla would be able to burn the son of the Sun God.
All the Fallen Angels advanced against the group of Gilgash.
The closest ones stood before Karna who didn't even change his expression, he was a heroic spirit and therefore would not fear even standing in front of an entire nation.
He swung his spear with such skill that it could not be used by mortal hands, a skill and mastery that entered the realm of the Gods.
Each swing of his spear was as if he had the sun itself in his hands as flas erged from his strikes with such power that they incinerated the Fallen Angels at the touch before his divine flas that were like the sun itself.
He was the child blessed by the sun that with each swing of his spear claid dozens of lives.
The Fallen Angels, seeing that to face the dragoness and the son of the sun head on was suicide, did their best to turn back.
However, they regretted it the mont they looked ahead.
The Weapon of the Gods was in front of them and summoned dozens of golden chains that erged from ripples in the air itself and crushed anyone who approached.
Those who with so miracle managed to get past the three still when Gilgash's companions who were further back began their attack.
Le Fay and Valerie raised their hands throwing waves and waves of higher level magic that annihilated the approaching Fallen Angels.
Valerie increased her power even more when an imnse cross made of purple flas appeared behind them.
It was the Longinus [Incinerate Anthem] one of the Sacred Relics that with the waving of Valerie's hands released giant pillars of purple flas that incinerated the Fallen Angels who could not stand up to the holy power.
The mbers of the Arthurian legends advanced against their enemies without fear.
Arturia swung Excalibur as he used his Mana Buster to unleash torrents and more torrents of sacred energy that incinerated everything it touched.
While Arturia fought with technique and mastery on the battlefield, Mordred was completely the opposite.
She fought like a beast using every blow possible thanks to her instincts and cut down everyone who approached her with Clarent while unleashing her Mana Buster launching imnse red rays that annihilated dozens of enemies.
Arthur advanced right behind them eliminating all the Fallen Angels that could get through while swinging Caliburn releasing waves of sacred energy several tis stronger than in the fight with Gilgash, the power he learned to control due to the intense training he went through.
Fenrir advanced right behind them while annihilating all the Fallen Angels that approached him with his fangs and claws that were capable of killing even the most powerful Gods.
Sebas right behind them all released dozens of orbs of energy of destruction that simply obliterated anyone from existence.
Slowly the army was falling, before the powerful and imnse army of Kokabiel that fought by his side in the Great War was being annihilated.
From thousands to a few hundred, which slowly dwindled to a few dozen before being totally destroyed by Gilgash's group, not even a single Fallen Angel left.
With Gilgash.
Gilgash stared at Kokabiel together with his army that easily amounted to more than a thousand soldiers without even showing fear or fear in his eyes.
It was as if Kokabiel's army was insignificant to him.
Then Kokabiel smiled.
"Brothers" roared Kokabiel for all his soldiers to hear, just like all the Fallen Angels, Kokabiel considered all the Fallen Angels his family.
He desired War not only to fight all he wanted but also to prove the Fallen Angels, that he and his brothers were the strongest.
"Listen carefully, this may be our last battle or the beginning of many, in ti beyond the count we have known each other, fought for each other, faced many enemies. From the cursed Demons to the Angels in the Great War, and even the servants of other pantheons in the previous era, yet the enemy in front of us is the most powerful and formidable I have ever seen in my life."
"I will not force them to fight, for even I once ran from him to survive, but I will fight, he is the descendant of a man that even our mighty father feared, and so this ti I will not back down, for if we win we will be one step closer to proving that the Fallen Angels are superior"
"Then I will ask only one question: will you fight by my side?" questions Kokabiel as his power increased.
A thousand and more spears of light appeared in the hands of the Fallen, was the answer.
Even from so far away Gilgash could still see the expressions on the faces of the Fallen as they were illuminated by the light from their spears. None of them flinched as they stared resolutely at him, they were committed to the end.
They dimd the light of the distant suns and took their rightful place as the true stars of the night. They shone in his darkness, hundreds and hundreds of shining jewels against a black background. From horizon to horizon, they stretched out, filling the entire sky, a painting of twinkling lights with the sky itself as canvas.
A thousand and more spears made from light hung over the skies of Kaou Academy. So bright that they illuminated the world below them with their light.
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