GIL AN THE CURSED ALPHA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

 Everyone holds their breath, shocked. Something evil has taken over Jan, perhaps due to Lúa's initial rejection. She blames herself and tries to help him, but to no avail.  Now, a dark presence controls him and is after Gil. The elder gods recognise this and prepare for battle. Can they save Jan and stop whatever is trying to possess Gil through him? The situation has become dangerous, and they must act quickly to protect their loved ones. Upon seeing the menacing creature Jan has become, the Archontes react swiftly. Aoron and Zoran take their positions at the front, swords raised high and armour gleaming, ready to defend the most vulnerable. Behind them, Etta and Enver adopt attacking stances, summoning lightning and whirlwinds in their hands. Enril, in the form of a wolf, bares his fangs, growling fiercely. Leía, who has awakened, conjures a dagger in her hand, ready to fight. Meanwhile, Nara and Serafín emanate their div

"¡¿Nahumet?!" they exclaim in shock, their voices barely a whisper at the revelation." Grandfather!" shouts Anuxis, his face showing a mixture of astonishment and horror. "Where have you been hiding? What do you think you are doing?""Don't you dare call me grandfather, you good-for-nothing!" Nahumet spits at Anuxis, his voice full of contempt. "You weren't even able to marry Zoran's sister and claim all the power for yourself! I had to do it all myself. Bring me the Major Archon right now and fetch his Moon, she will be your cousin Baut's queen.""Cousin? That devil is not my cousin!" retorts Anuxis, his voice full of indignation and revulsion."Do as I command you, stupid!" shouts Nahumet, growing in size until he matches Baut, who has transformed again into a huge monstrosity, black and red-skinned, with multiple arms and wielding a sword that seems forged in the very flames of hell.Nahumet and Baut dominate the battlefield like dark titans

Serafín, the wise and calm master, responds with a serene smile. "It's simple, son," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "We have been forgiven; we no longer need the werewolves to live here."Serafín's words resonate in the air, leaving everyone in a state of astonishment and relief. The tension slowly dissipates, replaced by a sense of peace and gratitude. The wolves, free from the influence of the Archons, growl one last time before disappearing into the depths of the forest. Serafín's words mark the beginning of a new era for the Archons. Relief and happiness engulf them, spreading like a wave, flooding them with a sense of freedom they hadn't experienced in a long time.The truth, which had been hidden for so long, now shone in full light. They had been forgiven. Their punishment, which had forced them to dwell in the bodies of werewolves, had ended. They could leave Earth, their place of exile, and return to the celestial city, t

 The sadness of the Archons is a great enemy of them. When a ruler becomes sad, he loses the will to live, his luminosity is lost little by little and if they are not rescued in time, they disappear like a sigh. In the vast universe of fantasy, there exist entities of light and wisdom known as Archons. They are ethereal beings, whose existence is based on harmony, joy, and light. Their presence illuminates the darkest corners of the cosmos, and their wisdom guides younger and less developed creatures on their path to evolution. But there is an enemy that threatens their existence, an enemy against which they cannot fight with weapons or magic: sadness. The sadness of the Archons is a dark and sinister force, an entity that feeds on their light and joy. When an Archon falls into sadness, their luminosity begins to fade. Their brightness, once as brilliant as the brightest stars, starts to dim until it becomes a faint glow. Their life energy dwindles,

Oto, with his black fur and piercing red eyes, stands up, his posture rigid and alert. The Major Archon also takes on the form of a wolf, his fur and eyes golden, standing up as well, his muscles tense beneath his coat. Aren, a werewolf with black fur and green eyes, looks at both of them with a playful smile on his face. "You won't touch our Moon!" Aren and Oto repeat, their voices echoing in the night's silence.The Major Archon laughs, a deep chuckle that reverberates through the forest. "I have no interest in your half," he replies, his voice laden with authority. "But remember this, we are one, and we must respect each other. There is no room for power struggles among us." Aren and Oto glance at each other, their challenging gazes softening slightly. They know the Major Archon is right. Unity is what keeps the pack strong and secure. "Alright," Aren finally says. "But remember, the human Gil is mine." "And the wolf Lúa is