Unfortunately, the user of the intense holy light was not the Advocate of the Pryard.
It was soone familiar, soone Nial wanted to et again, either way.
"The bird bitch returned! Welco back," Nial greeted her.
The Primordial Angel had returned to him!
It made him feel like the Primordial Angel wanted to serve herself on a silver plate.
That was just too nice of her!
"You bastard!!! You killed them all…ALL OF THEM!!!" The Primordial Angel scread at the top of her lungs.
Nial nodded his head in response. He didn't mind the Ancient Gods around him anymore and smiled lightly in the Primordial Angel's direction.
"I killed your people because you and these birds were a little annoying. While I was trapped by the Seed of Illusion, you and those bird brains chose to attack the Orion Shelter. You attempted to annihilate the Origin Humans, my beloved people, and also . So why shouldn't I turn your race and the other races, who were daring enough to attack , into an example to show clearly what happens if you offend the wrong person?" Nial asked, without expecting an answer in return.
"I do not care how you feel, just like you didn't care about my people's feelings when they had to endure the siege for an entire year. Don't act like you are a Saint when you're working together with the Advocate. You are no better than those traitors, and you should be the last one to even think about voicing out your opinion!"
Nial's words pierced deep into the Primordial Angel's heart. Being called a traitor was sothing new, and it was totally unexpected.
'How did he–'
"You might ask yourself how I found out? It's pretty simple. I used one of my lovely Devils to resurrect your entire race in the form of Shadows. He interrogated him, and we found out a few interesting things. It seed like your Archangels were getting suspicious of you since you talked on the ssenger crystal all day," Nial pointed out before he added lightly,
"Though, I didn't expect that you prepared a vessel to create a new Advocate of the Pryard. I wonder what Bella would have thought about that if she had known."
That was it. The Primordial Angel picked Bella as the Saintess of the Angels because she wanted to train her from a young age. She was the perfect vessel for the Pryard's Power Shard and would slowly be consud and corrupted by the Pryard's power and sentients. That way, the Advocate and the Primordial Angel had planned to create new Advocates.
Fortunately, Bella was only the first experint and not one of many guinea pigs. She was the first, and last.
"Everything made sense after I found out about your experints. The reason why even one of the Spectran wished to protect Bella. She was just a marionette. That ans, even if she killed my mother, she was rely a puppet, controlled by the Primordial Angel aka you, the bitch right in front of , the Advocate and that weird Spectran.
I will just kill you, and turn you into a Shadow Angel. I will read your mories after everything is over, and send my Devils out to eliminate every single one of you traitor pigs!!"
Nial's voice was loud enough for everyone around to hear. The Ancient Gods, who had been fighting the Devils looked at Nial before their gaze moved over to the Primordial Angel.
She was extrely pale even though they had yet to start fighting. It was almost as if her sche had been found out and that she was panicking because of that.
No matter what, the Ancient Gods couldn't help but feel suspicious. What was actually going on?
We heard what the Dark Successor said, but what does he actually an? Are his words truthfully or is he spouting nonsense?
Various questions flashed through their mind, but one thing was for sure; if the Dark Successor was lying, why would the Primordial Angel react in such a drastic way?
Nial noticed that his words affected the Ancient Gods. He could slaughter them using the confusion.
However, instead of doing so, Nial pulled the Devils back from the confused Ancient Gods. He ordered them to attack the other Ancient Gods, who were unaffected by the conversation he had with the Primordial Angel.
At the sa ti, he shot forward, ready to reap the Primordial Angel's life.
But before he could reach her, sothing in the surrounding changed drastically.
Space seed to twist and thousands of powerhouses appeared out of nowhere.
"So the Spectran was already there? He is controlling the battlefield from the backlines. What a sly bastard!"
Nial ignored the Ancient Gods he had been fighting earlier. He rely devoured the dead bodies floating around in the air while keeping his focus on the other powerhouses.
There were thousands, all of them at least as powerful as the regular Ancient God. These regulars were not the problem, but the five Divine Gods and ten Primordials, who ca for his life with them.
Nial frowned deeply but he didn't halt in his tracks. He was close to the Primordial Angel, expanded his darkness rapidly, and released his crimson chaos followed up with the vast majority of his reinforced energy.
"Mana cancelation!" He roared out loudly while exerting Dominion.
Dominion was not only an ability that could affect the living beings around him. He could also control the energies around him. With mana cancelation, he montarily stopped all movents of mana.
This gave him the fraction of a second he required to appear in front of the Primordial Angel.
After that, he released crimson chaos to coat the Eternal Darkness Spear's blade, which he pierced forward just a fraction of a second later.
The blade cut deep into the Primordial Angel's chest. Her golden eyes widened in horror and she tried to use her Divinity and the remaining bits of her divine energy to push Nial away.
However, it was at this mont that she realized that sothing was odd.
"Looks like you didn't learn anything from our last encounter. That's pretty stupid," Nial pointed out before he smiled lightly.
"I expected a little more from the apprentice of the last Advocate. You should have kept your mouth shut if you're just a dumb bitch!"
Nial's words could be heard by everyone but most didn't focus on the aning. Most Originals were more concerned about the Primordial Angel and her well-being.
They had been montarily distracted by the sudden inability to control their mana properly. This left them with no choice but to charge at Nial and prevent him from eliminating the Primordial Angel.
The Primordial Angel's holy divine energy was one of the most efficient ways to counter the dark energy created by Nial and his Devils. With the Primordial Angel's death, they would lose an important piece needed to eliminate Nial and his people.
But before the powerhouses could reach Nial, blood splattered through the surrounding in a big arc. Nial tore the Primordial Angel's body apart with a slice to the right. It required every bit of physical strength inside him to tear her body apart.
However, it was certainly worth it. The used-up dark energy in his body was quickly replenished from the digestion of the corpses he devoured, and a few familiar fellows happened to be nearby.
They appeared next to him, their weapons ready to slaughter the Divine Gods and Primordials.
"Took you long enough to lure them over," Elya Necandril, while the corners of his lips curled upward.
"It's not my fault that they're slowpokes!" Nial retorted with a similar smug smile.
anwhile, the powerhouses they faced stared blankly at Nial, his Devils, and the strongest Asura who brought his companions over.
'All of this was planned?!'
Of course, it was planned.
The Divine Gods, Primordials, Ancients, and the Advocate of the Pryard are not the only ones with intact brains.
Nial knew that he would be targeted. Thus, he turned himself into the bait.
It was a little dangerous, but which war was won without the need of facing dangerous situations?
Nial knew that he had to put his life on the line to win and survive and that was fine.
He was willing to.
His mission demanded that he sacrifices his life if necessary.
And if he was to be honest with himself, as long as his family and friends would be safe and sound, sacrificing his life for their sake didn't sound too bad.
Of course, that was only sothing valid if there was no other way out.
He still wished to live!
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