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Arius questioned. "Not permanently," Nero explained. "We just need you to kill the angel…before he kills us." Arius hesitated a bit before nodding. He stood up, looking down at Nero. "I'll go. Open the gate." "You got it," said Nero cheerfully. He slowly got to his feet and flexed his wings a bit. His eyes closed, and his body started glowing a soft red. In the sky above them appeared the gate, swirling in the cover of the white clouds.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

After that, I dodged Yamato Minobe's spear attack, and I broke the spear before thrusting it into Yamato Minobe's own heart. Everyone was shocked by my attack, Yamato Minobe looked at me with blood coming out of his mouth. "Angels don't have flesh and blood, that's true. But sadly, we're not angels anymore." I said, and I pulled the spearhead from inside his body. Then I turned to aim the spearhead at Yamato Kakuzo.

Chapter 56 The angel is surrounded by a powerful intimidating aura and always with murderous intent. Death angel is unforgiving and always makes sure to complete whatever he has started. He holds a sharp double-edged sword in his hand. He controls the keys of a worldly disaster such as tsunami, road accident, fire, flood, plane crash, and anything associated with death. He controls about 555 black wings angels in the dark realm. I said angel of death as a member of a celestial martial saint I command you from today to come to my aid at the battlefield. I command you to obey me from today as decreed by the divine order. The angel bowed to me and responded so shall it be my lord.

Just as the tension vanished, they both rolled back and fell flat on their asses. "FUCK!" Nakiya face turned ugly, The angel's neck was now free of restraint. They all understood her desperate attempt to kill their fastest damage dealers. The armor angel wasn't a fool. Just from a little exchange against these two, the angel understood that Falco and Rain were capable enough to change the entire course of the battle. If she could kill at least two of them—who also happened to be the fastest and strongest members of the team—her burdens would lessen.

Seriously! "And why would I do that? All the fictional characters in the anthology deserve to die! It's basically their punishment!" I immediately crossed the table and chased after him to get the quill back, but we just kept going around and around the room, and I couldn't catch him! So in the end, we were both breathless and sat down in our respective spots. "There are a lot of ways to punish a person without killing them. Like betrayals and eternal life after taking away their sanity," he said seriously after a while and just leaned against the headboard of the bed.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

There is a wide grin on her face as she looks between us. My eyebrow quirks up. "Uh, I think we might need an explanation for that one," I say slowly, glancing over to see Daniel just as confused. "Hybrids are more powerful than normal angels, right? So, we break them out of rehab and have them help us take down the Council!" Daniel lets out an incredulous snort. "Are you insane? Do you remember how high security was there?" "Yes, but I have also seen the strength of your pack. Plus, Ana is probably one of the most powerful angels in the world now that she's got her wings back.

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”