Chapter 452: The Death of the Angel (62K Subscription Request)

Angel and Demon God.

Creation and the incarnation of a deity.

Mortals believe angels fight against deities, but anyone who understands the disparity between enemy and ally knows this is unrealistic.

From the very beginning, their power levels were never on the same scale.

Even if the demon god before them was merely a weak incarnation, it was still beyond the reach of a single angel to defeat.

Even if their realms were equal, their combat skills differed by an immense gap.

The countless eons of accumulated artistry had long surpassed the limits of mortal imagination.

No chance of victory.

No matter how you look at it, there was absolutely no chance of victory.

Yet the battle erupted unexpectedly.

And it was the angel who struck first.

No words. No fear.

Only charge.

A charge without reason.

A charge incomprehensible to all.

A foolish charge!

The pure-white angel fused himself into the holy spear and hurled it toward the monster within the black mist.

Whoosh—

Speed surged again, nearly becoming a beam of holy light—a meteor rising from the earth, hurtling toward the vast shadow within the black mist.

“...”

The gods and mighty ones watching this moment fell silent.

What is he doing?

Killing a god?

Can he do it?

Is it truly possible?

Everyone knew the vast gap between them, understood this was impossible.

Yet the angel’s relentless, overwhelming aura stirred a fleeting illusion in those who watched.

It seemed not the angel, but the god pinned by the blade’s point, was the one at a disadvantage.

As one of the combatants, the God of Lust first frowned, then calmed.

“Hmph.”

He looked down with contempt as the angel charged toward him, waiting for the attack.

“...Overreaching fool.”

“Idiot.”

In this moment, the God of Lust felt not only disdain, but a touch of irritation.

Wait, is this right?

Have I been absent from the world for so long that people have forgotten what kind of demon god I am?

That divine favored one daring to strike me because of a god’s descent was one thing—but you, an angel, dare too?

In the divine church’s hierarchy, angels rank below the divine favored.

Even if stronger in power, angels still cannot match the divine favored.

Think about it—mass-produced creations can never rival rare, scarce talents.

To deal with me, you send not an entire angel battle group, but just a single angel?

What a joke.

I’ve really fallen low.

To be looked down upon like this!

Yet since the one who looked down on him was likely the Sun God, despite his displeasure, the God of Lust remained silent.

Who looks down on me?

Oh, it’s Him!

Then never mind. Cough, cough. Hmm. Nothing happened.

Though both were high-tier deities, there remained a significant gap in raw power.

Sun God Aibershta, the ultimate embodiment of justice and light, had few deities who could stand against him in direct confrontation.

Those like me who let their subordinates challenge Him were already considered quite bold.

Most demon gods took another approach: upon learning their subordinates were slain by the Sun Church, they simply fell silent.

Either they intervened to calm things, or pretended ignorance—as if nothing had happened.

They only felt cursed, tangled by the Sun’s madmen, and avoided open retaliation.

Why?

Is it because Sun God is beautiful, kind, and beloved by all?

Of course not!

It’s because they simply can’t beat him!!!

Can’t beat him!

Once the bloody reality was laid bare, demon gods could become surprisingly understanding.

To avoid provoking that violent, cruel sun, most gods chose to lower their heads, avoiding the blinding glare.

The God of Lust had previously been blinded by rage; otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed symbolic retaliation, nor would he have been dragged into this conflict with the Sun Church.

Now, he felt this had gone far enough.

Though he didn’t know why the Sun God had remained unusually quiet, if this continued, he feared he’d truly provoke Him.

The God of Lust had no desire to fight that creature.

No need to corrupt the dragon—just killing this angel would be enough to withdraw gracefully... Huh!!?

!!!

A sharp sense of danger shattered all the God of Lust’s thoughts, snapping his awareness back to reality.

Danger?

Where?

Has Aibershta descended!!?

The wyrm’s pupils contracted; every face on its scales and feathers froze, all turning toward the approaching threat.

No, no!

It’s him!!?

He forced himself to stare at the “danger.”

That pure-white angel!?

That one who made me feel uneasy?

The God of Lust was confused—why did this one give him such a feeling?

But he knew: this was wrong.

In this moment, the cunning, cautious demon god knew exactly what to do.

Thus, those watching witnessed a scene they had never imagined.

The angel striking first was already astonishing.

But more shocking was the god’s reaction.

The lofty demon god, at the final moment, actually reacted—he chose to dodge!

At the last instant, the god twisted his body aside.

He dodged his body...

The god chose to actively evade!!?

What?

The winged serpent, the God of Lust’s avatar, roared in fury, echoing the thunder in the clouds, shaking heaven and earth.

“How dare you!!?”

Even though he realized the danger and dodged in time, the holy spear still left a mark on him.

A wound several meters long!

Purple blood spurted from the wound at the wyrm’s tail tip, raining down across the sky.

Gods bleed too.

Especially their avatars.

They are indeed powerful, but never invincible.

At this moment, countless onlookers gasped, stunned into silence.

“Lord Angel!”

The Holy City of Light erupted in astonishing cheers, celebrating the angel’s victory.

They waved their fists wildly, wishing they could swap places with that angel.

Angel!

Lord Angel!

Yet even amid the roaring sea of cheers, some remained lucid, keeping their composure.

They knew this was merely the beginning—the matter was far from over.

Flora was one of them.

The Demon Lady knew the Angel’s true identity was Herbert, understood he had received aid from a powerful being, and that this aid allowed him to remain unharmed before the Demigod.

But the question was…

How had he done it?

How had he wounded an Epic-level divine avatar?

And this question was also the doubt in many hearts.

Soon, they found the answer.

After landing his first strike, the Angel did not pause—he immediately launched a second attack without hesitation.

He spun back, raised his spear again, and charged toward the Demigod once more.

It was this brief pause that drew attention to the detail.

It was the Holy Spear!

A drop of divine blood clung to its tip.

The Blood of Sinful Desire—even merely the blood of an avatar—was enough to corrupt an Epic-level weapon and render a Legendary blade useless.

Yet before the divine blood could corrode the spearhead, it was instantly purified by the spear’s radiant holy light.

The spear in the Angel’s hand was no ordinary weapon.

It was a Divine Artifact!

It was truly a Divine Artifact!!!

But which one of the Sun Church’s Divine Artifacts was it?

They could not recall any Divine Artifact matching the Holy Spear before them!

Herbert smiled at Sinful Desire, feeling a surge of exhilaration, and thought happily: “That old bastard didn’t lie—his cane really is powerful!”

Had Herbert known that the seemingly ordinary “cane” was actually the scepter symbolizing the Sun Pope’s authority, he might have praised it even more.

But now, he only felt how painfully the cane stabbed!

So good~

Real men should stab more!

Stab till the wind roars! Stab till a thousand miles pass in a day! Stab till it feels like another lifetime!

Stab till your chest opens wide! Stab till your heart blooms!

Empowered by the Holy Spear’s might, the invigorated Herbert charged again at the Winged Serpent.

Charge! Charge! Charge—

Meanwhile, Sinful Desire’s wound had healed, and he had calmed down.

“…”

He first cast a wary glance at the “Holy Spear,” sensing the special power embedded within—it was at least a Mid-tier Divine Artifact!

Then, with a chilling gaze, he stared at the Angel, cracked open his grotesque maw, and rasped:

“Servant of Ab Sita , you will regret what you just did.”

Can a child wielding a weapon defeat an adult?

Not necessarily.

Though the Angel’s Divine Artifact was troublesome for Sinful Desire, it was only troublesome—not insurmountable.

If properly handled, the Angel still stood no chance against Him.

And in response to Sinful Desire’s words…

Came the spearpoint thrust toward his face!

A glint of cold light arrived first, then the spear shot forth like a dragon!

Hah!

You serpent, stop!

Don’t talk back!

Let me stab you once more!

Take this spear—

…

…

“…”

At the goddesses’ tea gathering, they all watched this scene.

At this moment, even many goddesses who had shown little interest in the affair lifted their eyes toward the figure in the crystal ball.

They watched as the Angel, with his frail body, launched wave after wave of fearless charges against the god.

His not-tall figure radiated tragic grandeur and fierce passion.

Like a tragic hero from an Epic tale, charging against a mountain-sized beast.

“This little one is so brave—I wish my own creations could be this bold,” sighed the Goddess of Spring Sprout, thinking of her own creations.

Though the Angel’s form was common, not all gods favored such creations—many gods had unique, distinct divine emissaries.

For instance, the Goddess of Spring Sprout chose flower spirits as her messengers, each born from a rare flower.

Those creatures were notoriously timid—even the strongest among them, possessing power beyond Legendary, could not alter their innate nature, always fleeing into their flower bodies at the first sign of danger.

“He is an excellent warrior. Ab Sita has always been able to cultivate warriors unafraid of death—truly admirable,” sighed the Goddess of Autumn Grain.

The Sun God never lacked warriors.

Even if most died in endless battles, new warriors would always arise soon after.

“…”

The Moon Goddess narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and murmured: “He is indeed a promising one, but…”

The Winter Goddess, holding a cat, spoke rarely—and her voice, though cold, was not cruel: “A pity.”

At these words, all fell silent.

Even the Goddess of Scorching Summer, who had previously sneered at the “foolish Angel,” slowly shook her head and whispered: “Truly a pity.”

Yes, a pity.

Mortals might still hope for a miracle.

But the gods had already reached their conclusion.

Even with a Divine Artifact in hand and an unyielding will, the vast gulf between them could not be bridged.

The outcome remained unchanged.

The battle within the black mist did not last long.

When the final clash and roar faded, a figure fell from the mist.

Whoosh—

The Pure White Angel fell from the sky.

When the Angel emerged again from the black mist, he had changed utterly.

The Pure White Angel was now stained crimson.

His wings were broken; his battle armor was riddled with countless fine cracks and grotesque scars from divine blood corrosion.

His helmet was half-shattered, revealing a face soaked and corroded by purple divine blood—his original features unrecognizable.

As divine creations serving beside gods, Angels’ true forms might not suit mortal aesthetics, yet they always possessed an exquisitely beautiful appearance.

Now, the Angel’s wings were broken, his face ruined—like a white pigeon with its spine snapped, forever grounded.

Seeing the falling figure, the cheers in the Radiant Holy City died instantly, as if strangled by grim truth—every soul within fell into silence.

Dead silence.

“No no no no…”

“No!”

“Lord Angel…”

“This isn’t real!”

The faithful moved from shock to confusion, then to anguish.

Anguish over the Angel’s defeat—and over their own helplessness.

Most remaining in the city were the sick and wounded—they had no strength left to fight.

“Why didn’t anyone help Lord Angel?!”

“Where is everyone?!”

“Where are the Holy City guards?! Why didn’t they move?!”

Why?

Yes—why?

“…”

The Holy City Guard Captain, hearing the accusations and feeling the angry stares, clenched his fists in silence, turned his gaze toward the city’s highest tower, his eyes filled with confusion.

He didn’t understand.

“Your Holiness, why?”

Previously, no one had tried to rush forward to aid the Angel; the followers of the Sun God feared no death, and fanatics saw no one but their worshipped deity.

They were all willing to fight shoulder to shoulder with the Angel, to stand with him against the gods.

Yet the Angel fought alone—there was only one reason… they had been held down, forcibly restrained within the city.

And the one who did it was the pinnacle of the Sun Church—the Radiant Pope!

It was Your Holiness himself who ordered everyone not to leave the city, forcing them to watch helplessly as the Angel battled the god.

Your Holiness, why did you let the Angel fight alone?

Why must we watch him die!?

In the highest chamber of the sanctuary, the ancient Sage lifted his head.

“…”

His eyes flickered, reflecting the helpless, falling figure.

“He…”

The old man’s brow tightened, his heart rippling with turmoil.

Why?

Pope Ivansen stared at the figure, murmuring silently within: “Why hasn’t he used the power I gave him?”

The Radiant Pope believed he had granted Herbert sufficient power—artifacts, blessings, strength… everything except fighting for him directly.

Had Herbert properly wielded this power as planned, he could have performed far better—even defeated the demon god’s avatar.

But now…

Why?

“Child, what are you waiting for?”

…

“What!!?”

Valentina widened her eyes, watching the tragic descent; her heart nearly stopped.

What happened?

Was that Herbert?

Her mind grew chaotic, her vision reddened, her body trembled slightly.

Herbert Herbert Herbert Herbert… Herbert is in danger!

!!!

Crete, though still stunned, sensed Valentina’s abnormal state and hurried to pull Flora into hiding.

Just as Valentina was about to erupt, a frantic cry suddenly echoed from the shattered mirror.

“Valentina!”

“Herbert says he needs your help!”

Valentina: !!!

Before Luccalia’s message finished, the mansion’s gates were smashed open.

Along with the entire wall covered in rune barriers, Valentina punched it apart in her desperation.

Because the Sage had said:

【Smash it open!】

【It’s faster!】

…

The Angel never reached the ground.

For soon after falling, his body was seized by a serpent’s tail emerging from the black mist.

The Winged Serpent’s bulk remained hidden within the mist, concealing its true condition from outsiders.

Yet from the serpent’s tail, scarred and still healing, it was clear the battle had not been a one-sided slaughter.

To kill the Angel, the demon god must have struggled.

And now, the demon god’s grasp on the Angel was not for further humiliation.

“Servant of Aibesta, speak your name.”

The demon god’s serpentine eyes fixed on the dying Angel, speaking slowly: “I recognize your will.”

The seductive whisper echoed across the heavens, reaching countless ears.

“I grant you one chance.”

“Become my servant.”

“I shall grant you rebirth.”

The God of Lust had openly extended an olive branch to the Angel before all.

Arrogant. Insane.

Yet none who watched found fault with it.

Even the citizens of the Radiant Holy City, enraged to the point of tearing their eyes out, only raged at the demon god’s sacrilege—not questioned whether He had the power.

Lust was a god. He had the right.

And he was a notorious demon god; any unreasonable act was perfectly reasonable.

Simply put—he was a demon god!

The only response to Lust’s offer was a bloody spit.

Pah.

The Angel mustered strength to raise his hand, making a gesture none could decipher.

Yet no understanding was needed to grasp the will it conveyed.

Contempt.

“Is that your answer…?”

The God of Lust shook his head, coldly: “If you cling to your delusion, then perish with your faith.”

The serpent’s tail slowly tightened, cracking the Angel’s armor.

Crack… crack…

Though the Angel’s refusal brought the God of Lust slight regret, He felt mostly relief.

“Phew! So he really is broken.”

He had gone this far—and still, the Sun God showed no reaction.

For some reason, He had truly sent only one Angel to fight Him.

Shall it end here?

“Aibesta’s condition… hmm, perhaps worse than I thought.”

Though rumors of the Sun God’s instability had long circulated, no god dared test it.

Though He had accidentally uncovered a clue, the God of Lust had no intention of pressing further.

Best to quit while ahead.

Besides, the effort he’d invested to modify this avatar specifically to hunt the dragon had been wasted.

That dragon had cowardly hidden itself away.

This Winged Serpent avatar had been specially engineered to hunt dragons—from birth, its sole purpose was to devour them.

But since it hid, there was no need to hunt it down.

The farce must end.

Yet just as the Winged Serpent was about to kill the Angel, a thunderous roar from the Radiant Holy City caught His attention.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A crimson figure burst from the Holy City.

The humanoid form ignored the streets, crushed countless houses, then smashed straight through the city wall—shattering the Holy City’s barrier along with it.

Boom!

Valentina made no pause after leaving the city; she leapt upward, transforming into her true form and surging toward the sky.

Whoosh—

To preserve speed, she limited her dragon body to twenty meters, racing at maximum velocity toward the falling Angel.

Her scarlet wings unfurled like colossal blades, severing the Winged Serpent’s tail before it could retract.

Whoosh—

“Herbert!!!”

In the instant she saved him, the Angel—who a moment before had been barely breathing—immediately revived, gripping the crimson dragon’s back scales.

The dragon arrived in an instant, then, with speed and agility unmatched by its size, carried the Angel swiftly away.

The God of Lust watched this lightning-fast scene, not in shock—but with a grin.

“So you were faking? Hmm. Doesn’t matter.”

“Since you’ve both come… perfect. Die together.”

“Become my servants—all of you—WHAT!!?”

The god’s words halted instantly—a scarlet dragon spear pierced through the clouds.

That dragon spear was faster than the Holy Spear!

In an instant, it tore through the sky, its astonishing speed making the distance between them seem infinitely shortened.

Ssssh!

Without slowing, it pierced straight through the demon god’s avatar body!

A massive hole remained on the Winged Serpent’s body.

Everything happened so fast that no one could react.

One moment, the demon god held absolute advantage.

The next, a gaping hole had been torn through the demon god’s body!

What exactly had just happened?

Then, they saw it.

The angel, utterly drenched in blood, sat atop the dragon’s back, retracting the motion of his thrown dragon spear.

Behind him, from the broken stumps of his pure white wings, crimson wings sprouted and burst open violently.

At this moment,

the pure white angel, symbol of the divine, had fallen forever.

The angel was dead.

But at the same time...

the crimson dragon knight, emblem of mortality, had risen!

(End of Chapter)