Chapter 481: Use your weapon to kill me or be killed by me

Chapter 481: Use your weapon to kill me or be killed by me



Standing before Ares' IOU, Mike nodded slowly.

"Good stuff," he muttered, then set to work dismantling the wall.

Once the entire wall was separated and stored in his private space, Mike called the others inside. "Take up the floor tiles too, and don't leave the ceiling untouched!" Mike declared with confidence.

From his perspective, the angel race had spent all their savings on a sacrifice to summon dragons to try and eliminate him. They were at war, after all. And in war, raiding the enemy's treasury seemed perfectly reasonable, right?

Walking through the second treasury, Mike couldn't help but marvel, "Ares borrowed quite a lot back in the day!" This treasury was more than ten times larger than the one outside, yet it had been completely emptied...

Mike recalled hearing from a sage in the Core City of Truth that Ares had borrowed items from all over the Temple of Truth. It was a tough time for humanity back then.

The Blood War, which began with Morpheus and ended with Ares, required not just Ares' strength but also manpower, money, and resources to drive the invading abyssal demon creatures from Earth.

Mike wasn't surprised by Ares' IOU to the angel race. What concerned him more was the opponent he was about to face.

"Dragons?" Vladimir, listening to the Thor's musings, volunteered, "Honored master, your humble servant knows a thing or two about dragons!"

With Mike's nod, Vladimir continued, "As one of the Upper Three Races, dragons have two distinct characteristics."

Vladimir raised a finger, "First, powerful dragons have an accompanying source. Their magic and attacks carry source damage, which is incredibly terrifying!"

To help the Thor understand, Vladimir gave an example, "For instance, a dragon of fear can dominate enemies with fear. If the enemy feels fear, the damage and control time they suffer will increase."

After explaining, Vladimir raised another finger, "Second, dragons are categorized by the material of their scales. For example: bronze dragons, silver dragons, emerald dragons, diamond dragons..."

Fearing Mike might misunderstand, Vladimir added, "These materials don't represent the dragon's strength. There are powerful bronze dragons and weak diamond dragons..."

After Vladimir's explanation, Mike casually remarked, "I already know all that."

With the Eye of Truth, such basic information was readily available to Mike. He had given Vladimir a chance to prove his loyalty, and fortunately, he seemed loyal enough for now. Exiting the treasury, Mike stood on a small hill, gazing into the depths of the valley. Vladimir cautiously followed, ears perked to hear what his master might say. He heard Thor muttering, "Golden dragon, golden dragon, golden dragon..."

Vladimir: ...

Among Thor's powerful followers, Vladimir was the most experienced and cunning. From the tenth floor to the thirty-second, Vladimir had witnessed most of Thor's challenges.

Looking into the valley alongside Thor, Vladimir couldn't help but wonder how the dragon race, one of the Upper Three Races, would fare against the human race's fourth potential Supreme Being, Thor.

...

As the valley's Sacrifice Array activated, the black mist waited silently. Beside the mist stood an eight-winged angel, bathed in pure holy light, appearing exceptionally sacred.

This angel, named Gabriel, wore a red cloak and had a solemn expression. Among the angels residing on the thirty-second floor, Gabriel was the most powerful, often referred to as the quasi-archangel.

The black mist broke the silence, "Why so little?"

By rights, the angel race should have had considerable savings. When the Tower of Truth was built, the thirty-second floor was stocked with many resources.

Over the years, as human powerhouses challenged the tower, the angel race quietly reaped profits. The accumulated resources should have been immense!

Yet, when the black mist arrived, the largest treasury was empty, and even the outer treasury seemed sparse!

Gabriel replied coldly, "Many years ago, someone borrowed everything from the treasury." The black mist was taken aback, immediately asking, "Who dared to do that?"

The human powerhouses who reached this floor were at most level 499. Gabriel was a nine- star Lord; to forcibly take the entire treasury from him... how strong must that person have been?!

"I dare not speak his name," Gabriel said, his light wings unfurling to reveal a terrifying scar.

The black mist was stunned again. Before him, he clearly saw a terrifying sword scar on Gabriel's light wings and back! All of Gabriel's light wings had once been severed by a single sword!

mist!

The black mist pressed, "How strong?"

Gabriel replied seriously, "Strong enough... to defeat me before I could surrender."

The black mist: ...

The black mist snorted, "Originally, I planned to take you off this floor, but seeing you in this useless state, you're of no use anymore."

Faced with the black mist's insults, Gabriel felt nothing. Let them insult. For so many years,

he had lived in a daze.

Once a brilliantly shining Star of Tomorrow, he had fallen from the sky, never to rise again, blending into the crowd.

His people's attitude towards him had slowly changed: encouragement sympathy anger → shame → insult helplessness numbness. In the end, everyone gave up on him. "You're suffering just by living." The black mist sneered, "Go, stand at the valley entrance and block the human race's fourth potential Supreme Being. Don't say I didn't warn you, Thor participated in the siege of the Progenitor of Ghosts, he's no pushover."

Gabriel walked forward, speaking calmly as he went, "Was the Progenitor of Ghosts really

that strong?" He turned to look at the black mist, a slight smirk on his lips, his tone showing

the first hint of fluctuation.

For a moment, the black mist seemed to see a twelve-winged black angel standing before him. Gabriel scoffed, "At the same tier, I could kill him like slaughtering a dog."

With that, Gabriel turned and left. Such a dazzling genius, such an unrestrained powerhouse,

had completely fallen after encountering that sword...

Suddenly, the black mist seemed to have a different understanding of 'human Supreme

Beings.'

Could it be that all human Supreme Beings were as strong as Apollo?! If that were true, it

would be terrifying!

...

At the valley entrance, an angel stood silently, like a statue. Before long, a Cerberus came over, circled the angel, marked it with a spray of urine, and turned to leave.

A while later, a vampire flew over. The vampire scrutinized the angel, nodding repeatedly,

muttering incomprehensible words.

Things like, "Lots of feathers, a fat sheep," "This generation's angel race potential Supreme Being is decent, better than the werewolf race," "The master will surely like it."

After the vampire left, some time passed. A black-robed mage appeared within the angel's

line of sight.

The statue-like eight-winged angel moved. Gabriel looked at the approaching mage, speaking seriously, "I can sense that weapon on you."

Thor nodded, not denying it. "The Thunderclap Hammer is indeed with me." "Use your weapon to kill me." Swish- Eight light wings unfurled, Gabriel's entire being

exuding a terrifying aura, burning with boundless fighting spirit. In that moment, he seemed to return to being the angel race's potential Supreme Being!

The eight-winged light angel, bathed in holy light, spoke coldly and calmly, "Or... be killed by

me!"