Chapter 571 The Thing About Chaos Gods…

Chapter 571 The Thing About Chaos Gods...

Michael and his five siblings tried to correct themselves in the air as their bodies plummeted towards the ground, but because of the poison running along their bodies, they were disoriented and unfocused.

The very most that they were able to accomplish was slowing their fall speed from a plummet to a hard fall.

Once the six of them hit the ground, they all groaned audibly as they wrestled with the adverse effects of the venom.

"What manner of water... is this!?"

"M-My eyes, I can't see straight!"

Michael, unlike the rest of his siblings believed he might have held a remedy for this toxin.

Through his eyes that were burning and red with irritation, he stared into his palm and watched as a spark of golden flame flickered to life.

Clutching it tightly in his fist, he struck his hand against his chest and let the flame course throughout his body.

And to his elation, it worked..! ...Sort of.

The poison was being burned out of his system, but it was a painstakingly slow process.

Not only that, but it was absolutely agonizing to get rid of.

The process was like having a million hot coals being mercilessly raked over every fibre of your flesh and tendons.

Michael shuddered to imagine what the pain would have been like had he been afflicted by a larger dose.

He wondered if there would have been any hope of curing himself or his siblings at all...

Michael was about halfway through the process of burning away the poison within himself when suddenly a shadow passed over his face.

Looking up, his expression darkened when he saw the same blue woman from before wearing a crazed smile on her face.

"Brace yourselves!" Michael didn't have the time to detoxify himself and his siblings fully, but he could give them each a portion of his golden flame.

This would alleviate the effects to a degree that would at least allow them to defend themselves, even if they weren't at their best.

It was undesirable, but it was better than nothing.

Every god was painfully aware of just how easily Seras had managed to kill Odin when he was in a debilitated state, and no one wanted to fall in the same manner that he did.

The archangels picked themselves up from the ground just as Tatiana landed in front of them.

The scene became a repeat of the one upstairs as Tatiana buried her dark trident into the ground and a surge of water came with it.

Experiencing bits of PTSD, the archangels understandably wanted no parts of anything she could have possibly had planned.

In unison, they all flew up into the sky overhead to a land they considered to be 'safer'.

For some reason, this seemed to make Tatiana laugh as the tattoos on her face turned a dark purple color.

"Honestly... Do you think I can't still catch you up there?"

A low rumbling erupted from the ground before several sharp pillars of ocean water surged up after the angels.

Each of the angels manifested a golden construct of some sort and swatted the water aside like they were flies buzzing around a picnic.

Now that the rest of the archangels had time to adjust, the likelihood of her pulling off a fourth successive attack like this would likely plummet.

She knew this, but Tati was overconfident in her power.

It isn't something that is necessarily her fault, as most chaos gods also suffer from this sort of character trait.

She wanted her husband to be proud of her.

She wanted her sisters to see her as capable.

She wanted to be able to tell her children about the cool things she had done.

As a result, she decided to try her luck.

In that brief moment after she had stabbed Gabriel and struck Raphael, Tatiana set her sights on the diminutive Jophiel next.

She didn't like the way that she spoke to her husband earlier, and even if she couldn't kill her, she felt it was her responsibility to make her suffer for it.

Ripping her weapon free of Gabriel's shoulder, she somersaulted off his body while angling herself towards Jophiel.

But Tatiana had been doing so well for the duration of this battle that she forgot exactly the caliber of enemies she was dealing with.

For primordial-level beings, an opening, no matter if it's big or small, is far too dangerous.

In the midst of her lunging towards Jophiel, she noticed the world to the left o her becoming brighter.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a wall of golden flame rushing towards her with a clear vengeance in mind.

Tatiana didn't have enough time to liquify herself and blend back in with the storm, nor could shemanipulate the water from the storm in time to make a passable shield.

So now, her only choices were to grit her teeth and take it.

Liquifying herself was a no-go, since she was sure that it would have been even more painful and even possibly put her down for good.

So with that in mind, she made the final split second decision to just bear the burden full on.

Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the inevitable impact that she knew for certain would not tickle.

But as the heat licked at her face, she felt herself be 'tackled' by someone else entirely before she was pulled from the sky.

When she reopened her eyes, a familiar pair of feathery red wings were wrapped around her and a warm gray hand was gently touching her cheek.

"Honestly, Tati, look at this burn on your pretty face... why must you be so thoughtless sometimes?" Erica asked painfully.

Tatiana felt like her cheek was the absolute least of her problems right now, as she lowered her head in shame.

She knew she messed up.

And she knew everyone had just seen her mess up.

She was so embarrassed that she could have died, but more than anything else she was worried.

"Are the others mad...?"

At that moment, a flurry of literal meteors fell out of the sky from god knows where, and a dense red atmosphere tainted the heavenly realm for hundreds of miles.

"...Yes."