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This fallen angel, at the cadre level, is too powerful.
Even if everyone joined forces, they were completely outmatched; so far, they've only managed to inflict a minor wound...
"Oh, another one coming to die, hahaha, come on, come on, the war is about to begin, no one can stop me now, you will all become the foundation of the war—pfft ha!"
Before Kabler could finish speaking, a heavy punch landed squarely on his face. He didn't even have time to react before being sent flying to the side, crashing into the ground and creating a large crater.
"Shut up, is this all the fallen angels at the cadre level are capable of? I'm so disappointed."
Chang Yan patted non-existent dust off his hands, his face showing no disappointment, only calmness.
"Hey, what just happened?"
Hyoudou Issei stared wide-eyed at Chang Yan, not quite understanding what had happened.
"...I couldn't see clearly; I didn't see his movements completely just now."
Cold sweat beaded on Kiba Yuto's forehead; he could barely make out the trajectory of even Chang Yan's movements...
When did he become so strong?
Rias, standing next to him, was thinking the same thing as Kiba Yuuto.
When did he become so strong? His growth has been so rapid...
"Damn it! How dare a mere human dare to—what are you doing!"
Just as Kokabil flew out of the crater, enraged, he was about to use his Light Spear to burn the guy to ashes when a hand grabbed his throat and lifted him up.
The ten fallen wings on his back instantly transformed into sharp blades and slashed at him, but were blocked by an invisible barrier. Meanwhile, the force in his hands grew stronger and stronger.
"Ah, speaking of which, wouldn't there be serious consequences if I, an outsider, killed you...? Oh, right, I've got a great idea!"
What idea?
Not only did Kocabi think this way, but the people below also thought so.
"That is—to let everyone know what true power is—"
It sounded like the ramblings of a fool, but the boy displayed unimaginable power in the next moment.
"Interweaving of light and shadow, composite brilliance!"
The campus's protective barrier, like a small and fragile piece of ice, was shattered into pieces in an instant.
"What is that...?"
That was a scene from mythology—
That was a power akin to that of a god—
That is true power.
Heaven unleashed the spear of divine punishment—a colossal cone-shaped spearhead composed of endless radiance descended from the heavens, carrying the wrath of the gods, and was driven into the earth...
On that land, like a nightmare emerging from the abyss, countless terrifying eyes grew from the endless spears of darkness, countless malevolent gazes fixed upon them, causing the reason hidden in their brains to scream in agony...
Gun of Light, from top to bottom—
The Shadow Spear, from bottom to top—
The magnificent spear tips met each other.
The ten-winged fallen angel at the point of impact turned to dust after letting out a scream that lasted only 0.1 seconds.
(For specifics, you can think of it as Ramses II's Noble Phantasm in FGO.)
"Witness my power here, feel my boundless glory—"
"Awe this, fear this, and then utterly worship me!"
"Because this is my power! Ahahahahahaha—!"
The wild laughter echoed throughout the entire campus, and also resonated in the minds of every extraordinary person in the city.
No one dared to speak, nor did anyone dare to ignore it; everyone stared at the two beams of light connecting heaven and earth with fiery or fearful eyes.
If a single gun tip were allowed to strike the ground, they would have no doubt that the city would be instantly destroyed.
How powerful—
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Even the word "back/grip" is a sensitive word.
I skipped a day, and my computer got hogging all over it.
My period came, and my computer's gone, you know how it is. I'll add the 4k words tomorrow, and then I can go watch JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 4.
Chapter 231 Become a Sacrifice to My Servants
(Third day of the holiday)
(Bilibili bought the JoJo Part 4, and I watched it all night, since the quality of JoJo on other websites is too poor without a membership...)
(Then I suddenly really wanted to write JOJO. This is probably what those authors who keep starting new books and then abandoning them are thinking...)
(Killer Queen Reversal: Bites the Dust! If you read my book and don't recommend it to someone else within an hour, you'll explode! Wahahahahaha!)
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This is helplessness.
—That’s power.
—This is a natural disaster that walks on the earth.
The pillar of light and shadow connecting heaven and earth constantly exudes a terrifying presence, highlighting the insignificance of others.
Azazel, who was watching from a distance, had long lost his flippant smile and was now looking solemnly at the laughing figure.
—He knew this person.
This boy was the one who delivered the final blow to that so-called "Mother Goddess," and that power, as powerful as the shattering of stars, was the reason he specifically sought to understand this boy.
This is growing way too fast! Even faster than the host of the Crimson Dragon Emperor, is this cheating?!
Vali Lucifer also lost his usual composure.
After being persecuted and forced to leave by his grandfather and father, he was raised by Azazel. As the strongest host of the White Dragon Emperor in history, he challenges strong people all over the world, hoping to defeat the strongest True Red Dragon God Emperor (Great Red) and become an equal True White Dragon God Emperor.
Originally, he only planned to go and see what the host of the Crimson Dragon Emperor was like, and incidentally help Azazel defeat Kocabil, who intended to start a war, and then hand him over to Azazel for execution.
—I said there would be no second war, so there will be no second war. Are you trying to slap me, the fallen angel governor, in the face by starting a war? You're asking for trouble!
"Hey Wally, what do you think of this guy?"
"Very strong. If I were the one hit, even if I used the [White Dragon Emperor's Wings] to reduce the power by half, I would probably be on the verge of death."
"As your guardian, this battle maniac, I must remind you that you shouldn't be so reckless as to challenge that guy right now."
"I'm not stupid. By the way, the host of the Crimson Dragon Emperor doesn't know that you are the governor of the Fallen Angels, right? How does it feel to always think of you as an old man with some knowledge of mysticism?"
"Haha, that's an interesting kid, and he's a lot like me."
Azazel gave a subtle smile. The reason he fell to become a fallen angel was because of his lust for women. In short, he was a lustful fallen angel.
Hmm, he looks strangely similar to Issei Hyoudou!
"Ah~, I accidentally went too far and made such a commotion... Oh, isn't this Mr. Omi? You've come at the right time. I'll leave the cleanup to you."
As the saying goes, with a wave of the hand, the pillars of light and shadow disperse, and the radiance returns to the sky, while the eyes in the shadows quietly close and disappear into the darkness.
Upon seeing Omi Asahi arrive by car with a look of surprise on his face, Tokiwa greeted him with a broad smile, causing Omi to break into an awkward grin.
Don't look at me like that! Everyone around me is staring! I bet a bunch of people are going to bother me soon...
Goodbye, my wonderful holiday!
As if envisioning his future days of frantically writing reports and answering phone calls, Omi Asahi revealed a smile that resembled a cry.
This should count as overtime, right? It should! It should!
"It's alright, I'll take care of the aftermath, Mr. Changyan."
Meanwhile, on the playground, Hyoudou Issei stared blankly at the laughing figure.
Many fragmented images flashed through his mind.
—What is that?
The boy stood amidst a pile of mangled limbs and corpses, laughing wildly, and stomped on one person's head after another.
—The boy, fueled by despair, ravaged several other boys and girls before taking their lives.
—Endless darkness descended from the sky and fell into the boy's body.
Then, he saw——
—Those crazed eyes with bright red cross-shaped magic circles appearing on them!
What exactly are these?
I feel like I've seen that boy somewhere before...
Who is he?
Why am I seeing these things?
"Yicheng, Yicheng?"
Rias's voice brought Hyoudou Issei back to reality. He looked around blankly before realizing what had just happened.
"Hey, Minister. I was just too surprised just now, haha... I didn't expect Chang Yan to be so strong now, I was stunned."
"Ha, what are you saying, Issei? You've only had the God Destroyer Gear for a few days and you've already developed the forbidden technique. You seem to be the real genius."
Chang Yan smiled and slowly walked down, talking as he went.
"No, even though I activated the forbidden technique, I don't seem to be as strong as you..."
"That's because you're completely obsessed with your boss's breasts!"
"What's wrong with being obsessed with breasts! Breasts are the best! Ah—Minister, please don't hit me!"
"Alright, alright. The campaign is over, it's time for you to come back."
Chang Yan shook his head as he watched Hyoudou Issei being double-teamed by his own captain and Toujou Shiroine, then looked at the silent knight and said.
“…Yes, sir.”
With a gentle light, the knight vanished.
Only the longsword he had been holding remained on the ground, which Chang Yan picked up.
Ouch, it hurts a little, but it's bearable.
"This is......"
"You can think of that rider as a kind of sword spirit. By the way, the name of that sword is—"
Chang Yan put the sword back into his magical artifact space before slowly speaking:
"Pale justice."
"Pale justice... it should be the Holy Sword, so why don't we feel any discomfort when we fight side by side?"
Yuto Kiba seemed somewhat puzzled at this moment, as most holy swords are quite disgusting to demons.
"As its name suggests, this thing only unleashes its fury on the wicked. Whether you are a demon or a devil, a fallen angel or a ghost, as long as you have a righteous heart, you can use it."
"...Perhaps, this is the true holy sword..."
Genovia looked at the ordinary longsword in Chang Yan's hand with a complicated expression. For her, what had happened today was truly too exciting.
If God is dead, what is the point of everything I've done...?
"Miss Rias, may I ask you a favor?"