Chapter 160: Remiel (1)

Chapter 160: Remiel (1)

Initially, Remiel had no intention of killing the human.

Had he intended to kill, he would have exploded their heads instantly upon sight.

‘At least I thought to have a conversation to see what kind of human it was before killing them.’

No player had ever set a record in the Akashic Records twice in history.

He was sufficiently intriguing to warrant a conversation to learn more.

He had wanted to hear how such rapid growth was possible.

‘But then.’

Sparks crackled from Remiel’s eyes as he glared at Ryu Min.

“How dare you kill my subordinates right before me?”

Such action without a word was nothing short of a declaration of war.

It was absurd and infuriating that an insignificant bug dared to provoke an archangel.

‘After killing my subordinates, I cannot just sit idly by. The only option is to eliminate them.’

Remiel, wiping the golden blood on his face, did not move an inch.

He just glared at the human.

[Die, human.]

He used Sishal.

The angelic authority capable of blowing a human’s head off in an instant.

But for some reason, there was no reaction.

‘What? Why?’

He noticed that the power of Sishal was not interfering with the human’s spirit.

[What is going on...?]

He didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter.

“If Sishal doesn’t work, I’ll have to burn him to death.”

He pointed his index finger at the human.

Crackling-!

High-powered lightning condensed at his fingertip.

‘Even if he’s Level 89 it should be enough.’

He thought the human would fry like a frog.

He believed this until his finger was about to get severed.

[What the...!]

The scythe extended like a whip and grew as large as a giant’s hand in an instant.

It all happened so swiftly.

Had he not reflexively pulled his hand back, his forearm would have flown off.

‘I knew the weapon could extend, but I didn’t expect it to transform in size.’

It was so ridiculous it was almost laughable, but there was no time for anger.

The scythe curved like a snake, aiming at him again.

While Remiel realized its power, he had no intention of running away disgracefully.

He merely folded his wings to block.

He believed he could block it sufficiently.

It was out of pride and misjudgment.

Creak-creak-!

His wings were severed, and his eyes bulged with surprise.

The damage was beyond blocking.

As soon as he realized this, he retreated instead of defending.

But battle is about momentum and spirit.

Ryu Min would not miss even the slightest chance of advantage.

Creak- creak!

He tenaciously followed and swung his scythe.

Remiel, trying to escape, struggled to block with his wings.

‘The damage is beyond imagination.’

An angel’s wings become a sturdy shield the moment they are endowed with holy power.

The defense is determined by the amount of holy power, and naturally, he thought he could block an attack of merely a level 89 player.

The human, making incomprehensible noises, suddenly glowed.

No, it was the flash wielded by the human that engulfed Remiel.

‘Ah.’

He instinctively felt it.

That was unstoppable.

To block it meant death.

He had to dodge.

After making a quick judgment, Remiel tried to move his wings but staggered.

‘Damn it. Now that I think about it, my wings...’

He cursed silently as he leaped.

But the flash predicted even that, flying slightly upward.

Creak-!

One wing was severed.

He barely twisted his body, otherwise his head would have been cut off.

He had no time to curse as a second flash came flying in.

One arm and a wing fell simultaneously.

In the staggering moment, the sound came again.

Squealing-

Creak-!

Squealing-

Creak-!

Squealing-

The series of five flashes cut off Remiel’s limbs.

[Ugh......]

One wing was completely gone, and both his forearm and lower thigh were severed, leaving only his torso.

Wriggling.

He could only squirm like a bug, unable to move.

Though he was in burning pain, he kept his consciousness with electric shocks.

Then, the human with surging dark energy approached.

“Even the Seven Archangels are nothing special.”

[......]

“The power of lightning, the lowest of the Seven Archangels, Remiel, right?”

It wasn’t the fact that his identity was known that angered him, but rather that an insignificant human looked down on him.

Defeated by a mere human.

Shown his disgraceful state by a mere human.

That fact touched Remiel’s pride.

[You worthless human...]

Crackling-!

“Planning to self-destruct?”

As his intentions were read, Remiel’s output momentarily decreased.

“I was going to let you live if you followed my orders, but since you chose death, that’s unfortunate.”

[You were going to let me live?]

“Yes, if you just follow my proposal.”

Remiel’s currents completely died down.

He would rather die with this human than beg for his life, but he hadn’t expected the offer to come voluntarily.

[I’ll listen.]

“Call the other angels. No need for many. Just bring fifty more. Preferably battle angels above the third rank.”

[What are you going to do with them?]

“What else, kill them.”

[You are insane.]

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