Chapter 188 The War Angel Hidden Excitment



Seraph sat, expressionlessly stroking a beautifully shaped rod that was as small as a pencil. 

The rod having three colorful jewels embedded at the end. This jewels aren't like the usual ornamental type as they didn't glow like diamonds, neither were they heavy as gold but they were actually the Gene of three separate Catastrophy-Grade Levithians. 

It was unknown if the genes had personally been harvested by the Grand-Envoy or she had used an insanely amount of money to purchase such a weapon. 

Despite its delicate nature, the rod was actually a Grade-7 nuclear weapon! 

Such weapon has other names, such as the Destroyer, the Vaporizer and the Cleanser. Simply because once used at full power and feed with the necessary amount of nuclear points, only an attack similar to an Atomic Bomb could off put it.

The destructive potential of nuclear weapons is classified into different grades, each indicating a varying level of devastation. Starting with a grade-I nuclear weapon, its power is comparable to that of a hand grenade, demonstrating its capability to cause significant damage. Moving up to a grade-II weapon, the destructive force is equivalent to five hand grenades combined, amplifying the potential devastation.

Further up the scale, a grade-III nuclear weapon possesses the power to rival a warhead, highlighting its ability to cause immense destruction. Progressing to a grade-IV weapon, its magnitude reaches the level of ten warheads, signifying an alarming escalation in destructive capacity.

However, the scale doesn't end there. Grade-V nuclear weapons are even more formidable, capable of matching half the destructive power of a full-fledged nuclear weapon. This emphasizes the terrifying capabilities these weapons possess.

Finally, the apex of devastation lies with grade-VI nuclear weapons, whose destructive power can rival that of a genuine atomic bomb. At their full power, these weapons can eradicate one-tenth of an entire planet, underscoring the cataclysmic consequences they can unleash.

In summary, as we ascend the grades of nuclear weapons, their destructive potential grows exponentially, from hand grenade equivalents to a force capable of obliterating vast portions of a planet. Such power demands utmost caution and responsible handling to prevent catastrophic consequences.

ƥαṇdα- ηθνε|·ƈθm Now, a grade-VII atomic weapon is an entirely different matter. This weapons were completely banned by the conglomerate Federation and is only used as a source of threat.

Once there is a suitable user cabable of releasing the necessary amount of nuclear energy, the devastation a Grade-VII weapon can cause is something is that can change the course of a Planetary War! 

Thankfully, no one had that much nuclear power capability to power such weapons. Unless one was such a monster to hold millions of Nuclear Units in the titan body. 

Clearing her thoughts, the Grand Envoy stood up from her seat and processed to walk forwards, ignoring the walls before her.

In a flash, her muscles oscillated through a specific frequency and in turn, her figure began to fade, like a constant glitch in a faulty system. 

Just as she was there centimeters close to the wall of her office, a loud buzzing sound echoed from her body as she phase through the wall of her office like an apparition. 

Just outside her workplace, she stepped on ordinary as though there was an invincible platform. But with each step, the air along with the space beneath her feet exploded quietly. 

It was as though her feet was compressing the air pressure and exploding it but the truth was, her feet was stomping at the at such a fast pace it was completely invisible. the naked eye, generating an illusion of she walking in plain air!

About two kilometer above University ground, three people could be seen standingon plain air. Despite their ridiculous stance, the expressions of the expressions of the three individuals were strangely seriousness as they stared into the horizons. 

As Seraph walked towards them, the three began to notice her presence one by one as though in the order from strong to weak. 

The first person to notice her was a female envoy all dressed in pure red. Her nails crimson as though dipped in blood and . Envoy-81, Blood Widow.

Amongst the Top Nine University famous for her Blood Witch Titan. It was said that she went mad due to the fact that her one beloved husband who was just an ordinary human died in her hands, which earned her the title Blood Widow.

The next person to notice Seraph was a bald man dressed as a monk with sarira beads in his right hand while his left hands formed a strange mantra sign. The Devil-Monk.

Next was a particularly old man with wrinkles all over his face and a large rounded glasses. With his hunched back and his walking stick, he looked no different than a shriveled walking corpse.

"You are quite late to your own show." A seductive smile that could conquer even the fiercest of kings, leaked from the Blood Widow's face, her question directed at the new comer, Seraph. 

The War-angel, Grand Envoy snorted coldly. With her beautiful and matured countanance, this action made her even more captivating and enchanting. She immediately retorted. "How is your husband?"

Instantly, the atmosphere chilled. The Blood witch expression froze, following that, she vanished from her previous location, turning into a bout of bloody mist as she moved. But in the next millisecond, a soothing voice rang out.

"Amitabbah Buddah. Almsgiver, please let us not fight amongst each other for to forgive is divine." The bald monk nicknamed Devil-Monk had quickly appeared before the Blood Angel who was already moving at high speed. It was as though he was faster than the Blood witch in speed and maybe even in strength.

"Damn you hypocritical Bald monkey." The blood witch scowled angrily, moving far away from the Devil-Monk in disgust. 

Seraph immediately chuckled in mockery. " You are even weaker than the previous time we fought. What makes you think you are my equal when you can't over take the Bald Third."

This time, the blood witch simply gave Erian's master a side eye and proceeded to ignore her, staring into the distance as though there was something of concern there.

"We heard you finally decided to accept an apprentice. Didn't believe it till I saw the Moving Images sent to me. You really did accept a disciple." The Old-man who had been silent since all this while suddenly spoke, catching the attention of the the rest. 

Seraph nodded her head in agreement.

"It's good that you've finally decided to accept a disciple." The old man nodded his head and then smiled as he continued.

"But this one seem to be even more troublesome than the previous one. The Lightning-God Eye? Even the Prime would be jealous once he get wind of this."

Seraph's face changed slightly but shook her head. "The Prime has gone out to experience the world almost a decade ago, he might even be dead by now. Otherwise, why would the other Top eight University push us out of the rankings and even bother to provoke us? What is a top-tier federation in front of a Disaster-Grade Titan, they would be wiped out Instantly!"

"That's true. But even still, the master isn't around and since your disciple was the one to cause the entire matter, it's simply appropriate for you to deal with it by your self**** ." The Blood witch smiled as she interrupted.

Seraph, her violet pupils shimmering with determination, locked onto the figure before her. She couldn't help but roll her eyes in disdain, dismissing the petty taunts of the Grand-Envoys. Her focus shifted to  distant horizons, her heart prepared for the oncoming battle and her muscles hummed in Excitement. Within the span of three years, no one had the guts to challenge her but now, her disciple had given her a challenge how could she not be happy!

Looking on, a  mere speck had to focus on,  materialized on the horizon, a tiny dot that steadily grew in size, expanding with each passing second. Within minutes, the dot transformed into a sleek, streamlined jet, hurtling forward with astounding velocity. The sheer force of its movement shattered the air barrier, its thunderous crackle echoing through the atmosphere.

As the jet approached, closing in at an astonishing speed, it suddenly decelerated when it reached a distance of approximately 9999 kilometers from the sacred grounds of War-God University. With a precision that spoke of careful calculations, it came to a halt, hovering just 9901 kilometers from the imposing gates of the renowned institution.

The surroundings of War-God University were cloaked in a tapestry of dense forests, majestic mountains, and meandering rivers, leaving no suitable landing spot for the enigmatic jet. It remained suspended in mid-air, a peculiar sight that left onlookers awestruck.

Then, with a distinct poof sound, the jet's door swung open, revealing the silhouette of a male figure. Adorned with an enigmatic mask, black as the abyss, he stepped out onto thin air. A single hole, positioned over his left eye, pierced the mask, while three catlike lines marred its surface. However, this mask exuded an unmistakable aura of darkness, evoking a sense of pure malevolence.

As the figure stood suspended in mid-air, his eyes emanated mist-like tendrils of pure, dark nuclear energy. The chilling sight sent a shiver down the spines of those present, including the four Grand-Envoys, who could not conceal their deepening frowns. The House of Dark Matter, whispered under their breaths, a name that carried weight and foreboding.

Seraph, known for her indomitable spirit and unyielding resolve, faced this formidable challenge head-on. Her expression remained resolute, as she prepared herself for the impending clash. The weight of the Grand-Envoys' mocking words hung in the air, but Seraph's determination burned brighter than ever.