Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 909 - 845: Angel Falls_3

"My master showed me the future. His future of evasion, disguise, fear. Look at the weapon in my hand—this is his. What a divine radiance, what a dignified appearance, yet this Divine Artifact brings only destruction, total destruction. He destroyed Mimic Monsters, Fairies, Sea Monsters... magical beasts, Giant Dragons. We adorned his laurels with victories, sprinkled gold over his armor. After the annihilation of all races, what else could be his glory? Us."

"With just a wave of his hand, he can destroy a city. It wouldn’t take him long to wipe out most of humanity. Raymond, he is a monster, a monster unbound by chains. George, do you know how many humans fear him? His power has surpassed human fear. Countless voices whisper in my ear, restless because they cannot resist Raymond’s overwhelming might."

"You have betrayed our trust." George’s face was even paler than Gallaron’s. Blood linked the two together as he viciously repeated, "Raymond entrusted his power to you, and you used it to harm him."

"This is the only chance to remove this unstable factor from among us. Wouldn’t you agree, George? Run from the dangerous beast—kill it before it bares its fangs. Don’t be naive. Perhaps, for a fleeting moment, its whims could make it your friend, but Raymond remains a danger. Would you let a Sword of Damocles forever hang above your head? This is human nature, George."

The Angel of Fire successfully plunged the blade into Gallaron’s heart.

"No, all I see is a coward, manipulated by fear, turning into something disgusting and ugly. Ultimately, you lost to the sins within you, Gallaron. To define weakness as human nature—those warriors we once led, who raised their swords to fight against the hordes of darkness—those were the humans Raymond and I swore to protect."

"Vengeance."

"I will exact vengeance for your betrayal."

Gallaron shrugged dispassionately. He grabbed George’s arm, shattering the Sword of Flame stuck in his heart. Blood flowed back, and the wound healed.

"You only believe what you wish to believe. The true Creator has already decided the fate of humanity. Revenge? You cannot kill me. Now, I am free from the destiny of being slaughtered. I have been graced; I am the deathless God’s Follower, a favored child of the divine."

George spoke softly.

"Which means, a power not of this world can kill you."

"?"

A Void fissure opened at the Angel’s call. His fiery feathers extinguished, his skin peeled away, and in the lightless darkness, he turned into the shadow of the Void. His disintegrating body clung tightly to his fallen brother, dragging them both into the abyss.

"Offer everything of the Angel of Fire to the Void."

"With this as a pact, I will take everything from you and complete my revenge."

That day, three of the Four Angels fell. The people in the Fortress saw a dark shadow of descent shrouded in light and flame, leaving.

...

At the edge of the battlefield, the Soul Reaper welcomed two unusual guests.

A fading fragment of light and shadow was thrown before the Liches.

"Heal him, or I’ll kill you."

The Liches spoke with indifference, seemingly unbothered by the threat of the dark shadow.

"The Angel of Fire, bringing the Angel of Light, seeking medical attention from the Undead—what a curious spectacle."

"His existence has been erased conceptually by the Godslaying Spear. His Holy Light cannot save him."

The Soul Reaper understood—this was a desperate gamble, a last resort born of helplessness.

"I will do my best. If I could recruit two Angels for my future academy, it would surely be entertaining."

"One. I won’t be subordinated. If you save him, he’s yours. If you fail, you’ll join him."

The Soul Reaper, a skilled Spirit Summoner, patiently began his work. Such a unique case demanded the full dedication of a Lich.

"His soul is as hollow as his bones—empty. I’m curious, what kind of force could destroy the King of Holy Light to this extent?"

"His own power."

"Ah, fitting for the King of the Era... Wait, unbelievable, I’ve actually succeeded. He is reconstructing his soul, retrieving his shattered memories... Why? Obsession! Wow, I think I’ve found the most precious thing to a Lich. I must make this part of my academy’s motto."

Light flickered, and a golden skull lit up with soul flames. On the silent battlefield, the sound of a breath was clearly heard.

"As I said, he’s yours. Take him away, or dump him in the wilderness—your choice."

The Void Angel George stood still. His revenge was complete, and Raymond’s existence had been preserved. As his resolve waned, he felt the constraints from the Void pulling at him once again, demanding its due.

The Liches stood silently, patiently waiting for George to finish his solemn reflection.

"Truly, won’t you consider my academy? You seem to have nowhere to go, Angel."

George sneered.

"Don’t push your luck. I am about to ascend into the Void, to become part of the Dark Overlord."

Mr. Dean tapped his fingers.

"Actually... our academy’s outstanding club members recently discovered a way to deceive Void entities and circumvent their cost. If you truly wish for death, I won’t..."

"Dean, save me!"

...

"Have you decided on your new name?"

"Mr. Dark. That sanctimonious prick will surely liken himself to Holy Light, so I’ll be his opposite."

"Hmm, about Mr. Raymond, as his summoner, I still want to know your brother’s opinion: what kind of relationship should I maintain with him?"

"Treat him as one of your own! Mr. Dean, you are Andrey’s sky—how can anyone stand above the sky?"

"...Mr. Dark, ever since your transformation into the Void, I feel there’s quite a difference between you and the Angel of Fire I remember."

"Can’t be helped. Though this Demon-Sealing Bandage has exempted me from the cost of the pact, it hasn’t severed my connection to the Void. Do you have any idea what it’s like to have a cacophony of sinister whispers echoing in your ears nonstop? I should’ve gone mad ages ago."