Chapter 365: Armageddon (3)

As the tempest subsided, Henry’s surroundings changed.

A brilliant azure sky stretched overhead, and the ground took on a rich maroon hue. This was the same landscape Henry had seen upon his arrival in the heavens. But now, there were countless heavenly beings in the sky.

They were troops of the heavenly army, the defenders of this realm. In a state of emergency, angels of all ranks would come together to form one large army, but the strongest warriors were the sixth-rank angels, the Powers.

Despite being considered the most fierce angels in the heavens, they had a certain elegance to them, partly due to their golden armor that glinted in the sun.

Posla, Chief of Powers, and Virtus had also joined the army, waiting for Henry in formation.

“Bingo,” said Henry.

Unlike the archangel he had burnt not long ago, Principatus had actually given him the feather that led to Virtus. Henry wore a satisfied smile as he looked around and realized that he was in the right place. He was also happy to see Posla, a nice bonus besides Virtus, his main target.

The silence was eventually broken when Posla locked eyes with him.

"You filthy lapdog! You’re nothing but the Demon God’s bitch!” spat Posla. He cursed out of the blue, not trying to intimidate Henry, but purely out of frustration. He had heard from the Sisibabas that the eighth and seventh-rank areas, along with the angels that dwelled there, had been annihilated by Henry.

Because of that, the heavens were in an unprecedented state of emergency.

At Posla’s vulgar greeting, Henry mumbled to himself, “Demon God’s bitch...?”

The angel’s words ringed inside Henry's head. He was irritated that such an insult was actually affecting him. He frowned and said, “Who are you calling a bitch?”

Henry couldn’t believe how cocky Posla was. The angel was clearly aware that he was nothing before Henry without the Heavenly God, and yet he dared to hurl such lowly insults at him.

Henry couldn’t help but think how hypocritical Posla was, commanding the Powers and yet acting in such an undignified manner. In any case, he shook his head and shifted his gaze on the main prize, deciding to stop fiddling with the bonus for the time being.

“Virtus,” Henry called out.

In contrast to how nervous Posla seemed, Virtus was maintaining his composure. He replied in a placid tone, “Yes?”

“I didn’t know back then, but apparently you’re the best out of everyone.”

“Pardon?”

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m going to spare you.”

With that, Henry had said everything he wanted to say. He then summoned his Colt Sword to engage in battle. The army of angels responded instantly by getting into position. Seeing them, Henry chuckled.

“Alright then. I’ll start swinging, so try and stop me if you can.”

Henry wielded his sword with his right hand, his only real hand. Even though the magical left hand was perfectly functional, he didn’t consider it his actual hand.

After fixing his grip on the sword’s handle, Henry bent forward slightly and drew his sword back. He smirked before swinging his sword horizontally with a sharp sound.

Swoosh!

“AAAAH!!”

At his swing, the angels at the forefront of the army screamed and lifted their shields. However...

“...?”

...To everyone’s surprise, nothing happened, even though a good few seconds had passed since Henry had swung his sword. The angels in the forefront slowly lowered their shields to see what was going on.

Seeing them all tensed up, Henry chuckled.

“Haha, gotcha!”

“...!”

Henry had merely swung his sword without activating his Aura, making the angels get scared for nothing. Posla was no different from the rest, as he had also raised his sword to brace for Henry’s attack. When he finally realized that nothing was going to happen, he lowered his sword and cursed.

“Shit!”

Even though Posla was the leader of the Powers and was in possession of one of the holy relics of the Heavenly God, it was only natural for him to be scared of Henry. After all, Henry was a god.

Realizing that they had been played for fools, the Powers charged at Henry, screaming at the top of their lungs.

“How ignorant.”

But then...

Rumble, rumble–!

“I see everyone is here.”

It was none other than the genius Red Giant, Gigatan. He grabbed onto the edges of the portal with his four muscular arms while peeking inside this area of the heavens. After he was halfway in, the scent of blood filled the air.

Given Gigatan’s red skin, the angels couldn’t tell at first whether there was any blood on him. But as they took a closer look, they realized that the giant was covered in dried-up blood.

Stomp! Stomp!

Another series of stomps were heard from one of the portals, but unlike Gigatan, this one didn’t cause a scene. He first pushed his two black hands through the portal before showing his face.

It was none other than Klever. After he fully passed through the portal, he got on one knee before Henry and respectfully gave him a report.

- I have carried out the task you’ve given me, Master.

“Good job. Remain on standby until I give you orders.”

- Yes, of course.

Klever stood right next to Henry, exuding the most intimidating and overwhelming aura among the entire demon army. Soon after, two other beings emerged next to Henry, and he welcomed them.

They were none other than Ganisel and Gretel. Unlike Gigatan, the two were clean as snow, not having a single stain of blood on their clothes.

“Ho-how did you...!” someone shouted from the other side.

“Hmm?”

Henry, Ganisel, and Gretel all directed their gazes toward the angel who was foaming at the mouth. Posla was pointing his finger at Ganisel, trembling violently.

Recognizing him, Ganisel flashed him a smile and said, “Posla? Hey, long time no see!”

“You bastard!”

Bang!

Out of anger, Posla slammed his fist into the ground as hard as he could. Then, both the Celestial Armor and the Sword of Condemnation glowed brightly. It seemed like Posla was ready to charge at his enemies.

“The things you have there... They seem quite familiar.”

Posla’s sacred treasures radiated a white glow as though they were about to burst with divine energy. However, Ganisel wasn’t fazed. If anything, he was glad to see those treasures, given that they had been his when he used to be in the heavens.

Ganisel unleashed his Lillsha Wayne to match Posla’s two treasures. His emitted a purple light, the souls trapped inside letting out eerie cries.

- KIAAA!!

It sounded as though Ganisel were wielding a screaming demon. As he swung the sword at Posla, a peculiar white energy surged toward him.

Posla immediately tried to defend himself, but he ultimately only managed to scream at the force that came at him.

“AAAAHH!!!”

Initially, Posla had thought that Ganisel had just unleashed some kind of sword energy against him. However, the mysterious white energy was actually Angelus’ soul that Ganisel had collected in the eighth-rank area.

Ganisel had unleashed Angelus’ soul as a sword strike. The former Chief of Archangels was now part of Ganisel’s Lillsha Wayne as a demon, obeying his master like a loyal hunting dog.

Upon reaching Posla, Angelus held onto his soul as though his only purpose was to rip it to shreds.

“ARGHHH!”

Posla wasn’t getting a single scratch on his body, but he was still going through unimaginable pain. He felt like his insides were melting and that he was going to suffocate to death soon.

The Lillsha Wayne was a soul-eating sword, and every soul captured by the blade became part of it, doomed to forever serve the master of the sword.

Thud!

Posla collapsed. He had no scars, but he had foam at his mouth, and his eyes were vacant, lifeless.

Ganisel had swiftly extracted his soul, capturing it with his sword.

After the chief of the Powers fell, the rest of the demon army took care of the other angels that had survived the lava, delivering a painful death.

Amidst the cacophony of roars and death cries, Henry walked forward through the carnage, and after a few moments, he stopped, fixing his gaze on Virtus.

Virtus, struggling to maintain his composure, met Henry’s gaze.