"Damn it! That despicable bastard is clearly toying with us!"
The expressions of the seven Archangels twisted with fury all at once.
They were the pinnacle of the Angel of Gold and Silver race—each one a supre being in their own right. They carried with them the pride and dignity of their kind. Yet now, they were being toyed with, like dogs being led around on a leash. How could they not be enraged?
The seven Archangels exchanged glances. Without needing words, a decision had already been made.
They stopped in midair, gathering together, and simultaneously activated their group skill.
In that instant, the entire sky over the Divine Realm was consud by radiant golden orbs. Each orb blazed with a scorching brilliance, like miniature suns hanging in the heavens. The imnse energy pulsing from them made Daniel’s expression tighten—he could feel sothing was wrong.
These orbs might not be huge, but the energy within them was terrifying.
"Let’s see how you dodge this one, you damn human!"
As the furious voice fell, the golden orbs locked onto Daniel’s position and shot downward, swarming from all directions like guided missiles.
Though not quite as overwhelming as Aurelia’s divine strike, their speed was still so extre that few beings in existence could react in ti. If it had been anyone else caught in this storm of light, there would have been no chance to dodge.
Even the Emperor of Angels would have admitted that such an onslaught couldn’t be avoided—it would have to be taken head-on.
But to their utter shock, Daniel dodged them.
He moved like a dancer on a blade’s edge, slipping through the gaps between destruction with precision that bordered on the impossible. Each step he took skirted the boundary of death. Yet he remained unhard.
"Damn it! That human bastard is clearly provoking us!"
"I can’t take this anymore—I really can’t!"
The Emperor of Angels and the seven Archangels wore expressions so twisted with rage they seed nearly tangible. They were being mocked—openly, repeatedly, humiliatingly.
Daniel clearly possessed imnse power, yet chose to respond with mockery rather than offense. He had no intention of counterattacking—only of toying with them.
Like a cat playing with a mouse, he led them into a dance of death without ever truly striking back.
This dizzying spectacle of survival went on for a full minute. But in that minute, Daniel remained untouched.
At last, the residual effects of the Primordial Core Weapon’s blast faded.
Daniel didn’t waste a mont.
"Milla, stop hiding and enjoying the show. It’s your turn."
He transmitted the ssage through his unique mind power, summoning Milla to act.
Though only a minute had passed, for Daniel it had felt like an eternity. Within that compressed span of ti, he had activated Ti Stream countless tis just to survive the omnidirectional assault.
Just as his call rang out, a Space Gate suddenly tore open in the sky above the Sea of Resurrection.
"I’m here, I’m here. With the Primordial Core Weapon being so ridiculously powerful, I didn’t dare get close," Milla’s voice ca floating through.
"If I had been caught in that blast, who would’ve been left to help you?"
"Still... all you damn feathered freaks—it really has been a while si—"
She didn’t get to finish her taunt.
The golden orbs of light were still active, and imdiately honed in on her new position. The overwhelming bombardnt left her speechless.
Fortunately, the light spheres seed to be influenced by so strange force. When they reached Milla, they missed completely—each one swerving slightly, like a painter outlining her form with perfect precision but never touching her.
On the ground, blackened craters ford where the golden orbs landed, blasting the earth with pure energy.
Yet Milla stood there unscathed.
"Well now, what a grand welco party. Thank you, you overgrown pigeons! I—!"
She was cut off again, this ti by a sudden charge from the armored angels.
But instead of panic, Milla remained composed.
She casually snapped her fingers.
Behind the attacking armored angel, a pitch-black gate silently opened.
From the gate erged a dreadful force—eight inky tendrils, writhing like vipers, shot out and wrapped themselves tightly around the angel, interrupting his skill and immobilizing him in mid-air.
And that wasn’t the end.
As the armored angel struggled, the entity within the black gate began to erge.
It was a massive octopus-like creature, with blood-red eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Unlike the smooth skin of earthly cephalopods, its hide was dry and coarse like ancient tree bark.
[Imprisoner of the Abyss]
[Level: 498]
[Tier: Demigod]
[Description: A terrifying being from the abyss, it abhors all things related to light. It possesses extrely potent binding abilities.]
"What a lively scene! My dear friends, how could I miss out on such a celebration?"
Milla’s voice was filled with excitent.
As her skill continued to activate, countless dark gates opened across the sky, each one linking to a different part of the world. Through them poured an army of prisoners—those whom Daniel had released earlier now flooded onto the battlefield, one after another.
And this sudden reinforcent was thanks to the Primordial Core Weapon.
Its devastating power had temporarily destroyed the space-restriction barrier around the Sea of Resurrection, giving Milla the opportunity to summon the portals unhindered.
The first to appear was none other than the Demon Dragon Nidhogg.
As the massive dragon soared through the portal, she imdiately swept down toward Daniel’s side and gave him a smile that was far too flirtatious for a creature of her size.
"My benefactor Daniel, if I’m not mistaken, that golden light that descended from the sky earlier—you were the one who blocked it, weren’t you?"
"I recognize that attack. It’s from god Aurelia, isn’t it?"
"I saw her use that sa technique three thousand years ago. It wiped out an entire continent... even a Fake God perished under it."
The mont her words fell, all eyes turned toward Daniel—every single prisoner now staring at him in awe.
They hadn’t expected that this young human, who was only level 100, could block such a devastating divine attack.
The balance of the battlefield shifted once more.
Even the Emperor of Angels and the seven Archangels, the strongest warriors of the Angel of Gold and Silver race, hesitated. The battlefield had turned in Daniel’s favor without a doubt.
To recklessly attack now would be suicidal.
anwhile, the Demon Dragon Nidhogg continued her shaless praise.
"Benefactor, you not only saved , but you’re powerful enough to withstand god-level attacks."
"With your strength, you’ve already won my respect."
"I wish to follow you, to kill all these hypocritical Angels of Gold and Silver!"
"Please, grant the honor of pledging my loyalty to you!"
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