89 - Raphael, Half Destroyed Heaven in Revenge

The night of the day Raphael was defeated by the reincarnated hero Julius.

The archangel Raphael was in the heavenly realm.

In the empty white space, he knelt down and reported to his Lord God.

Papa. I'm sorry to do this so soon after you revived me, but I need your permission to use the 'Doomsday Flute'.

It is one of the powerful sacred weapons possessed by the heavenly realms.

It is activated when an angel blows on it.

Its effect is to force all mankind to take their lives.

It's an incredibly dangerous thing that will wipe out the humans from the world.

--Permission granted.

The Lord's command is in my brain.

"Why can't I!　The only way to kill the great demon Julius is to make sure that all mankind dies!

--Unnecessary human beings will die. It is not my intention.

"Let's just clean up all the humans!　We can just make another one, it's that easy!"

--Not allowed. Stand down.

Raphael is driven out by the Lord.

He bites his teeth at the last ...... moment.

"d*mn!　Stop not knowing Dad!　I bet that demon is freaking him out!　What's a god scared of a lowly creature, d*mn it!"

We walked through the corridors of the heavenly world and came to the treasure hall.

"How can I help you, Master Rafael?"

The angel on guard asks.

"I've come for the Flute of the Apocalypse. Get out of my way."

We cannot let you pass without divine permission.

"Shut up. Die."

The word is invoked and the guard crumples to the ground.

"This is what happens when a lowly angel defies me! Hmph!

Enter the treasure hall.

Numerous sacred artifacts are displayed in frames.

Weapons of divine colors, such as sacred swords and shields, in which the power of the gods resides, were lined up in rows.

The sacred artifact I was looking for was at the far end of the hall of treasures.

A statue in the shape of a god.

One of them held a golden flute.

"This is the 'Flute of the God of the End of the World. Blow it and ...... it doesn't matter how strong Julius is!　After all, it is the flute that will destroy all mankind!"

Raphael shouted with a frenzied look on his face.

"What are you doing, Raphael?

A female angel with six wings came to the treasure room.

An angel with long, beautiful hair and a face so beautiful that everyone could see her.

"[Gavril] ...... what do you want from me?"

"What are you going to do with that flute!　You're not going to use it, are you?

"Shut up, you old hag with the Gavril scowl. Shut up!"

At that moment, Gavril is blown backwards.

She slams into a wall and falls down.

"No, you can't ...... use that."

"It doesn't matter. We can rebuild people over and over again."

"It's not that. ...... you don't understand. You don't understand the real reason why your father doesn't use that flute.

The real reason?　What's that?"

"...... you do not know because you are a young angel. You don't know the horror of his, Eugene the Brave.

"Huh?　What are you talking about? GAVRIEL. What's the point of being brave? As long as you're human, the effect of this flute is absolute. It can kill him 100 percent of the time!

"That's arrogance, Raphael. You don't understand. That there are real monsters out there who don't fit the rules of this world. You were defeated once and you learned that, didn't you?

"Shut up!　I didn't lose!　An angel cannot be defeated by a human being!"

Raphael holds up the doomsday whistle.

"Good-bye, you mortals!　If you're going to hate me, you should hate Julius for messing with me!"

Breathe in as hard as you can.

At that moment, a beautiful sound of a flute passes through this planet.

It sounds like the chirping of birds, but it is the melody of the god of death.

Raphael takes his mouth off the flute.

He takes the mirror in his hand, which is in the treasure hall and allows him to see far into the distance.

"Hmph!　Ha-ha-ha!　Wonderful power!　This is the power of God!"

"Oh ...... how could you ...... do such a ...... thing?"

In the mirror is the image of the human race lying on the ground.

All human beings on earth have been annihilated by the effect of the Doomsday Flute.

"I won!　I beat Julius!　You know what I'm talking about!

That's when it happened.

"What?"

What?　Yuh-uh-uh-uh!

Julius the reincarnated hero suddenly appeared in the treasure hall.

"That's impossible!　You've destroyed the entire human race, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"...... You are a fool, Raphael. To classify the brave god as one of mankind."

Julius looks down at Raphael, who is hunched over, a cold expression on his face.

"I warned you, didn't I? I told you to leave me alone if you were going to go after him. Don't bring other people into this.

"Ha-ha!　Who the hell are you to listen to me!　Besides, hey, how do you feel now?　And then have all the people you're supposed to be protecting killed?"

"I feel terrible."

Julius reaches out his hand.

A magic circle unfolds.

"You shouldn't have made me angry!　That's why they were destroyed!"

"What?"

"That's why the human race is ......, what the hell?　You're back from the dead?

In the mirror, the entire human race had just fallen down.

But now, all life on earth has come back to life.

"The magic of resurrection from the dead!　Oh, no!　How is it possible to bring such a large number of lives back to life?

"Two thousand years ago, there were many enemies who would have destroyed this entire planet. Each time, I healed the planet and all life on it."

Julius closes his extreme healing magic circle and says with an inorganic expression on his face: "I am not a healer, I am a healer.

"Don't get carried away when you've killed all of mankind, you three-bit b*tc*!

At that moment, Rafael became incontinent.

He understood.

"Oh, ...... oh ...... he's a monster ...... he's a real, substandard, monster... ..."

The difference in their abilities is as far apart as the heavens and the earth, or even the galaxies.

It is too late for us to understand that now.

"Well, ...... and. You said it. Not twice."

Julius' hair changes from black to blonde.

It is a technique called disguise.

The highest fighting skill to become a god in the body of a man.

"I will kill you all!"

"Uh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Raphael gets up and tries to hit him with his messed up form.

Julius makes a sword of light, a holy sword, appear in his hand.

The divine light gathers in the blade and transforms it into a huge sword of light.

Julius spun the sword once.

Zbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!

A high-energy slash of light diffuses into the surrounding area.

It destroyed all the sacred artifacts in the treasure hall.

Furthermore, the hall of treasures collapses.

The light of destruction spreads further, obliterating all the buildings in the heavenly realm.

The white clouds that support the heavens are all gone, and the angels and deities lose their footholds.

"Ha...... hahi...... hahi......"

Despite all the destruction, however, the angel Raphael was still alive.

Not only that, no one had died, not an angel, not even God.

The angels floating in the air look up at Julius, who is holding the holy sword, in dismay.

"Do you understand now?　I could kill all of you at any time."

By daring not to kill anyone, Julius proved that his words were true, as it would have been easy to kill them all.

"If you want to kill me, do what you want. I'm always ready for you."

However, ...... and Julius continue.

"I will not tolerate anyone who disturbs the peace of the people, no matter who they are."

Very quietly, he said.

But his words went out to the heavens and to all the gods who dwell on earth.

Raphael's soul was seared with such an intense fear that he could not wake up again.

And not only him.

Angels, gods, all of them.

In different degrees, he clearly recognized Julius, the most powerful being known to mankind.

"Julius von Carlisle, ...... the absolute mighty one. A being who became a god in the body of a ...... man is indeed a being of a different class. Oh, how wonderful ......."

Only Gavril murmurs enthusiastically.

"That's all I need. See you later."

He activates the transfer spell and disappears as if nothing had happened.

Only an astonishing silence remains in the place where the heavens used to be.

It was as if a black storm had just passed.