Two Six-winged Angels wrestled fiercely. Archangel Hexuno began to falter, succumbing to the darkness. Mimicking Wayne’s sarcastic tone, he sneered: "You want this sword? You’ll have to ask Michael first. I’m curious—do you count as his child now?"
"Tsk tsk, Michael’s child is the Great Devil of Hell—what a misfortune! Do you intend to anger him to death so you can take his place as Kingdom of Heaven’s Vice-Regent?"
In terms of scathing remarks, Archangel Hexuno was far inferior to Lord Pride. One sentence was enough to provoke trouble.
"Why aren’t you speaking? Have I touched a nerve?"
Lord Pride suddenly had a revelation: "Ah, I see. You personally descended to the Mortal World searching for the Saint Heir precisely to deal with Michael. Cozying up to the Saint Heir so one day you’d be Vice-Regent Hexuno, esteed Archangel."
At that mont, Uriel and Kiraal attacked simultaneously from left and right.
Archangel Hexuno let out a low roar, unleashing an overwhelming surge of divine energy. He swung the Golden Rule Ribbons, binding Lord Pride’s hands and feet, trapping him in place.
Sensing the killing intent behind him, Lord Pride’s brows furrowed. His body transford into light and faded away.
Uriel and Kiraal missed their strike. Seeing Lord Pride escape the encirclent, they hurried forward to prevent the Demon King from fleeing mid-battle.
On top of that, Lord Pride carried an aura of Heaven and had previously used tactics against devils. Now, trying to use those tricks against "his own kind" proved utterly ineffective, leaving the four representatives of the Seven Virtues utterly baffled, unsure of how to utilize their skills.
Lord Pride himself was no less awkward. With the sa power devoid of elental counterbalance, even unleashing his ultimate move wasn’t as effective as simple attacks, leaving him thoroughly disoriented.
"How about we join forces and attack Hell together?"
"Still spouting nonsense!"
"I’m being very serious..."
On the deep ocean surface, five beams of light interwove repeatedly. Each collision unleashed an exceptionally sharp and dazzling cold flash.
The surging power swept in all directions, tearing open kiloter-long spatial fissures. Black chaotic currents churned earth and sky, summoning oppressive dark clouds, while the imnse waves spread wide. Tsunami whirlpools appeared everywhere.
In the general eastern direction, a Holy Light Barrier slowly rose, shielding against roaring waves to ensure the rear sea area remained unaffected.
Though this location was far from the Republic of Ireland and the largest waves couldn’t strike the island, the butterfly effect was unpredictable. Precaution was necessary.
Behind the Holy Light Barrier, a ten-ter-wide White Magic Circle floated mid-air.
Wayne sat on a chair at the center of the Magic Circle, with the grave-faced Heya behind him.
Clad entirely in black, Wayne carried an air of pallor in his very essence. Combined with Heya’s lustful deanor, anyone unaware might mistake them for Lord Pride’s comrades hidden in the shadows, preparing to steal credit.
Lord Pride and the four representatives of the Seven Virtues left through a portal. Wayne captured the spatial fluctuations, bringing Heya along to observe the battlefield.
Four against one—the Angels held the nurical advantage. From any perspective, it seed the upper hand was theirs.
But the opponent was Lord Pride, who had lingered in the Mortal World far too long, gained Heavenly Blood through the Windsor Family, and initiated his Angelic Evolution Sequence to transform into a Six-winged Angel.
There was too much scheming in the air. Wayne decided to follow and observe. At a critical mont, perhaps he might genuinely claim a victory.
Philona didn’t co. Wayne left her at Buckingham Palace. She had wanted to witness the battle between the Seven Virtues and Seven Deadly Sins, but her middling strength as a Legendary Mage was awkwardly positioned, so Wayne refused.
Fearing he might hurt Philona’s self-esteem, Wayne promised to et her tonight and offer a heartfelt apology spanning millions of words.
Watching Philona leave gracefully, Wayne suddenly realized that the Legendary Mage knew her abilities well. Her clever maneuvering was likely preparing to outwit him three tis tonight.
Only three tis—the Moonlight Church’s High Priest couldn’t handle more punishnt—barely stronger than the student Chris, she couldn’t handle another round.
Two beams of white light approached, wings folding as they descended onto the Magic Circle. Heya watched Auga and Fred arrive, stepping sideways to position herself between the leaders and colleagues.
"Archangel Hexuno, are you not planning to join the fight?" Fred asked respectfully.
The three Seraphs had never doubted Wayne’s identity. With the four representatives of the Seven Virtues covering for each other, coupled with preconceived notions, they had accepted Wayne as Archangel Hexuno, while Secretary Mona carried the artificial angel’s stigmata.
As for the devils’ claims...
Well, they were rely words. If Angels truly believed the lies of devils, it would indeed beco Heaven’s greatest disaster.
"For now, I have no intention of joining the fight..."
Wayne turned back to face the two Seraphs. Fred was Dierda—soone he had cooperated with before, roughly familiar. Conversely, Auga, who reincarnated as Seraphilis, had been encountered in Paris but had barely exchanged words.
Her appearance was stunning, her features breathtaking, her figure well-proportioned. Clad in a white nun’s robe, she carried an intellectual and contemplative grace.
A complete contrast to Heya.
According to Heya, Auga served under Michael. However, since Uriel and Michael were aligned, she was temporarily answering to Uriel.
"Archangel Hexuno, is there sothing wrong with ?" Auga asked cautiously.
"There’s nothing wrong, just concerned about the possibility of devils infiltrating. I’ve worked with Dierda before; I’m not as familiar with you... Hmm..."
Wayne frowned: "Let examine your stigmata to confirm your identity and ensure you’re not impersonating a reincarnated angel."
Stunned by the words, Auga sighed inwardly, feeling resigned. Being caught in the crossfire of her superiors’ grudges, she was being nitpicked.
"Please wait a mont."
Auga stepped forward two paces, lifting the hem of her nun’s robe, adjusting her waistband, and preparing to display the stigmata located on her abdon.
The shaless Juno had once remarked that Auga wore golden woolen trousers. At that ti, Auga had been so focused on inspecting the threads that she hadn’t noticed the shape of her stigmata.
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