Chapter 263 - Ten First-Class Angels
[6th Round Summoning]
[576 Players vs 576 High Orcs]
[The round will end in 30 minutes.]
[Time remaining until the end of the round: 00:29:59]
The High Orcs, with their rugged skins, appeared along with the summoning message, exhaling breath, but no one paid them any attention.
No one, except the ten angels who descended from the sky with a resplendent light, overwhelmingly impressive.
"Is this the human world?"
Baruel, who had arrived for the first time in the human world he had only heard about, looked at the humans huddled like ants and frowned.
"Do I have to take these bothersome steps for those insects?"
The irritation arose, but only for a moment.
Seeing the humans face off against the High Orcs, he thought it would be interesting.
"Why not enjoy the show a little?"
"Yes, Baruel. There's no rush, right? Hehe."
The ten first-class angels calmly watched the battle from the sky.
As they say, familiarity looks different; compared to the High Orcs, they were monsters far superior.
"Fighting so desperately against such insignificant creatures?"
"Humans really are pathetic to the extreme."
"There aren't many of them, why are they so desperate?"
"If it were us, we would have annihilated them with one blow."
Although they mocked as they watched, they still found it amusing.
Watching similar creatures fight each other was suitable entertainment.
It was then that Damiel asked Baruel.
"Aren't you going to intervene? After all, our purpose is to help the monsters defeat the humans."
"Outwardly, yes. But is it necessary to intervene in the battle? When I can wipe out all the humans here by myself?"
Baruel had no intention of helping the monsters or interfering in the battle.
"Let's let the humans have a bit more fun."
He wanted to have some time entirely for himself.
The time to slaughter the humans after the battle ends.
"Do as you wish. All the humans are yours."
"You can kill or save as you wish for the next 25 minutes. Hehe."
It didn't even need to be said, that was for sure.
"Killing one by one, painfully tearing off their limbs."
25 minutes were not enough to release all his anger.
Fwoosh! Boom!
"C-c-c-careful!"
"It hit!"
"Did it really hit?"
The mages who cast fireballs shouted excitedly.
However, the laughter seemed to disappear as if it were a fact, before the impeccable image without even a burn on the feathers.
No, strictly speaking, his face was not impeccable.
It was so wrinkled as to leave no room for any demon.
"How dare these despicable... attack me while I'm speaking?"
"There's no time for this!"
"Shoot quickly!"
Lightning magic, freezing magic, fire magic, as well as arrows, spears, and even thrown daggers.
All the ranged attacks were directed exclusively at Baruel.
And it was not without reason.
Wait until he touches the ground.
Attack without giving them a chance to speak.
Concentrate your attacks on one at a time.
That was the Battle Angels' strategy mentioned by Black Scythe.
Fwoosh-
Crackling-
Fizzing-
If it had been a Grade 6 Angel, he would have been knocked down and hit with remaining attacks, but he was a Grade 1 Angel.
After the seven Great Angels, he was the best among the best, the elite among the trained.
That was Baruel.
"Enough of the games."
Baruel, who was defending with his wings, disappeared in an instant.
Although those who targeted him were surprised, Baruel reappeared quickly.
"Here."
"Ah!"
A player turned to look, terrified.
Swish-!
His head rolled on the ground.
The "Feather Sword," which was only distributed to Grade 1 Angels, emitted a sharp edge.
Baruel lifted a corner of his mouth at the looks of astonishment.
"Do you dare challenge me, inferior humans?"
"I, I...!"
The nearby player who tried to say "die" couldn't continue.
His body was torn apart by the Feather Sword, even his armor was shredded.
The player who waved his arms in surprise was split in two along with his weapon.
The player who raised an axe to kill, being pierced by the Feather Sword, his head fell along with both arms.
The players who tried to flee died instantly, being pierced through the back.
There was no time to scream.
In less than ten seconds, the fifteen who were close to Baruel became corpses.
Uncertainty can inspire courage, but overwhelming power breeds terror.
Baruel's power was clearly of the second type, visible to all.
He seemed to be brutally massacring as if willing to tear apart anyone who approached him.
"S-stop!"
"Please, everyone stop!"
Did they understand that they were like moths flying into the fire?
Seeing people retreating, Baruel gave them a mocking smile.
"Why? Why don't you keep coming?"
"...."
"It seems the fun was about to begin, but if we cut off so abruptly, how am I supposed to enjoy more? Aren't you going to keep provoking me?"
"Please, stop."
A player stepped forward bravely.
"Why are you treating us this way? We're not civilians, we're players."
"I know."
"Isn't it a tacit rule that Angels shouldn't interfere with players?"
"Who said that?"
Baruel chuckled.
"You are carrion that deserves to die. Our angels can kill you anytime we want."
"If that's the case, why play survival games?"
"You don't need to know that. The important thing is that all of you will die here."
That statement was like a death sentence.
The shadow of death loomed over the players' faces.
"W-what have we done wrong...?"
[Did you attack first and not even know what you did wrong?]
With an incredulous expression on his face, Baruel closed the distance between him and his targets in the blink of an eye.
"Oh!"
The man's voice inhaling air became his last breath.
Thud... Roll!
"They were already angry about the damage received in the accident, right? Of course, we wouldn't hold back! Even if they had to face everything here, they wouldn't care."
Baruel spoke disdainfully as he raised his feather sword.
Uuuuuuu-
By infusing it with divine power, the feathers on the sword blade bristled and sharpened like sharp needles.
"I will leave none alive."
With those words, the feathers charged with magic scattered in a fan shape.
Puf... puf... puf...!
"Kuuaagh!"
"Aaaargh!"
The players, pierced by the feathers like arrows, fell to the ground groaning.
Though many had holes in their bodies, some players survived thanks to Christine's mass healing.
"Everyone! Let's fight to the end!"
"Yes! He has no intention of letting us live!"
With the determination to rather die fighting than succumb in vain, the players rushed forward.
"Stupid humans. Don't you realize yet?"
Baruel, laughing disdainfully, raised his feather sword once more to cast a spell but had to abandon that thought and use his blade to desperately defend himself.
Two arrows flew toward his eyes.
Ting! Pum!
He narrowly avoided being blinded by the arrows.
"These bastards..."
Though he didn't know who was attacking him, the arrows aimed precisely at his eyes wounded his pride.
Pum... pum...!
This time, Baruel deflected the arrows aimed at his throat, turning his head toward his new target.
A player was aiming an arrow at him.
"There you are, trash."
Using his wings as a shield, he moved swiftly to avoid the attacks of others.
"Hah!"
Seeing an angel suddenly appear beside her, Dorothy dropped her bow.
Paf...!
The arrows blocked by the wings fell to the ground powerlessly.
That was terrifying.
"Damn trash. Die."
Fwoosh!
The feather sword pierced Dorothy's heart.
"Dorothy!"
Although Christine cried out in surprise from one side, Baruel paid her no attention, simply jumping into the sky to avoid the concentrated fire on him and prepare for another attack.
Shooooosh...!
The attacks continued to rain down.
With the passage of time, more and more people were dying.
It was hopeless, but they were not without hope.
Squelch...!
The feathers on Baruel's wings, once so resilient, began to fall off.
"What is happening?"
For the first time, Baruel felt danger and quickly retreated to observe his opponent.
"What?"
He belatedly realized that his opponent, seen from behind, had the appearance of an angel similar to him.
And it was surprisingly familiar.
"Sariel?"
"What?"
Recognizing him, Baruel surprised the fellow angels watching from behind.
Why was the Archangel of Death here?
"Wait, it's not Sariel."
Strictly speaking, it was different.
His face and skin were marked by exposed bones, revealing his undead nature, and his body was semi-transparent like a ghost.
"Damn humans! They've turned the Archangel into an undead!"
Baruel didn't feel anger but pity.
How weak did one have to be to become puppets of those despicable humans?
"Suffer as toys of humans... I'll give you rest. Archangel, please."
Despite Baruel's words, Sariel swung his scythe toward him.
He was just a mere summoned being, obeying only the orders of John Delgado.
"It is truly lamentable."
Though Baruel looked with regret, he wasn't as relaxed as his words suggested.
There was no time to stop the scythe.
Clang, clang!
Sariel, sixth among the archangels, was a difficult opponent to handle, possessing half the strength of his former life, being a first-class angel.
"What are you looking at? Help me, damn it!"
When he asked for help from his companions, the first-class angels, who had been idle, approached laughing.
"We were waiting for those words."
"We'll help you."
When ten joined, the situation quickly changed.
Even though Sariel was only a half-angel, he couldn't resist against ten first-class angels.
Shh, shh!
The feather swords cut Sariel's limbs.
Sariel disappeared like smoke upon losing his strength.
He could summon him again once the cooldown passed, but that would be difficult for the moment.
"The archangel isn't much, huh?"
"He's just half a corpse."
"Anyway, Baruel owes us one. He can repay us later."
"Enough! You're free. From here on, I'll handle it..."
Baruel couldn't finish his sentence.
An arrow shot interrupted him as he spoke.
Ting!
He deflected the arrowhead and looked toward where the human archer was.
"What is happening? That human should be dead! How on earth is he still alive?"
The surprise was explained by a companion angel.
"I saw it before. The human dressed in white resurrected him."
"What?"
A human with resurrection spells?
That information made Baruel frown.
"Annoying humans. I should kill him first."
"Shouldn't we help?"
"Don't kill anyone. All the humans here are mine."
With those words, Baruel flew toward his target like lightning.
The target was the healer.
Christine realized she was the target.
"Die, white-clad human."
Just as he was about to swing his feather scythe, a flare struck the back of Baruel's neck.
Kwaaang!
Enough damage to stop the scythe.
Baruel, with burning eyes, turned toward the source.
Swaeeak!
An ice spear created by Alex headed for his face.
Papak!
He blocked it with his wings, but still felt a sharp pain.
The magic he had faced so far was different in damage.
"Damn humans...!"
He decided to kill the healer first and then the mage.
With that thought, he faced again, only to discover the healer had disappeared.
"These bastards..."
Baruel, frustrated, naturally changed his target to Alex.
Because of this kid and his magic, he lost the healer.
With a swift move, Baruel stabbed Alex's heart.
Pwuuk!
"Gah!"
Despite the barrier, it was easily penetrated.
"Alex!"
Min Juri, who was beside him, screamed, drawing Baruel's gaze toward her.
[Annoying insects.]
Pff!
[Kill them one by one.]
Drawing the black feather, Min Juri's body gently fell to the ground.
It was truly a desolate death.
Then it happened.
Kwaahh!
A human appeared along with a sonic boom.
[What is that? Who is it?]
In Baruel's gaze, there was a human stepping on the night sky as if it were solid ground.
It was a strange human with a white mask.
"Ah..."
He was looking at the unfolding tragedy on the ground.
And then he discovered it.
"...Min, Min Juri?"
The body of his most precious comrade.
Thud-
Ryu Min's gaze, as he fell to the ground, was fixed only on Min Juri.
Seeing him approach as if wanting to see closely, Baruel let out a mocking laugh.
[Although I don't know where you came from, you have no luck at all...]
At that moment, Baruel felt the world spin around him.
Thud-
Baruel's body fell heavily to the ground, as if his head was separated from the rest.
[Ba-Baruel...?]
The expressions of the battle angels watching him stiffened.
No one saw the weapon move.
Only the golden drops of blood on the black scythe told the story of what had happened.
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