My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1817 - 524: Gary Smith: This world needs discipline, and so do you!_3
Chapter 1817: Chapter 524: Gary Smith: This world needs discipline, and so do you!_3
Condense a pair of pure white wings, and one can become an Archangel.
Condense two pairs of wings, along with one’s own True Words, and one becomes an Angel of the Word, equivalent to the Radiant Moon Tier, a rarity.
Reaching this stage already marks one as an exceptional angel.
Three pairs of wings, and the transformation of one’s Legendary Trait, then one ascends to Archangel status.
Though benefiting from the radiance of the Pure White God’s ecological realm and drawing power from God’s brilliance, the difficulty of transformation is lower than ascending to become a Titan in the Main World. However, their numbers are still scarce, making them the elite power among angels.
At this stage, wings are no longer the key measure of an angel’s significance.
To become an Ecological Lord, capable of radiating one’s own ecology, brilliance as scorching as the sun, is to become a Seraph.
As for angels at the True King Level, there are only eight in existence—seven were handcrafted by God, titled Kings of Angels, while one ascended by its own efforts.
However, out of reverence for God, this one chose not to claim the title of King, but instead called itself [Seraph Chief], acting as the leader and guide of all angels, shepherding beings on behalf of God.
Among them, there are currently seven remaining.
They are: Seraph of Love—Mikael.
Angel of Wisdom—Cherub.
Throne Angel—Ofini.
Angel of Dominion—Uriel.
Angel of Virtue—Raphael.
Angel of Power—Gabriel.
Kingdom Angel—Michael.
Inherited Angel—Sasos.
Among these, the Angel of Wisdom, Cherub, betrayed God’s grace, hunted by countless Seraph Chiefs, and dissolved into nothingness.
The Inherited Angel, Sasos, ascended to fill the gap in the ranks of the seven.
However, these grand angels are not beautiful in appearance; rather, they are exceedingly terrifying.
They dwell at the apex of the Celestial Realm.
Amidst the radiance that illuminates the world resides a colossal eye, surrounded by wheels of blood and flesh incessantly spinning. Its form rivals the size of a supermassive planet, with a densely packed array of mountain-like eyes that open and close, Holy Light flowing between them, surveying all creation.
This is the Throne Angel, Ofini, revered as God’s Carriage!
There is one angel with countless pairs of wings, with a central visage as vast as the sun and moon, gazing sternly upon all beings.
It is the Angel of Dominion—Uriel!
Some take humanoid forms with heads like humans, bulls, or sheep, adorned with thousands of wings, resembling ancient sacred statues like Raphael.
And there are even more bizarre and monstrous forms of angels!
Even their mere existence emanates an immense web of laws, intertwining to form the Seven Layers of Heaven, mirrored by the seven ecological kingdoms birthed by the Pure White God during the Creation.
Within their respective ecological realms, millions of angels have been born, diverse in form, yet all evolving toward becoming Seraph Chiefs.
As though... they were offspring!
Among them are Titans, mighty angels of Ecological Lord Level. Yet they devoutly prostrate themselves before the Seraph Chiefs and offer their faith.
At the summit of the Seven Layers of Heaven is a sacred palace, condensed from billions of rays of brilliance. Even time cannot erode its greatness.
This is the primordial point of Pure White God’s Creation—The Land of Radiant, also called the Pure White Temple.
Such eerie forms of angels are enough to strike fear into all beings, but for the lifeforms of Pure White Heaven, their presence is seen as commonplace and even yearning.
They too desire to shed their grotesque flesh and become as beautiful as the angels. freeweɓnovel.cøm
To bathe in God’s radiance!
This is the angelic form decreed by God in the covenant of old—the most Perfect and original radiant lifeform.
The most ancient, the most sacred!
Hum!
At the center of the seven Seraph Chiefs floats a prison woven from threads of pure white light, entrapping a figure within.
The oldest Seraph Chief, Seraph of Love, Mikael—whose domain is composed of wind, fire, and light—known also as [Left Hand of God], speaks:
"Return My Lord’s Divine Exuvia, and I shall grant you passage into the Netherworld, sparing your spiritual essence from obliteration."
The thunderous voice reverberates through the Celestial Realm, causing countless creatures to tremble in fear.
While the True Kings of the Main World might be the most arrogant, boldly proclaiming themselves as rulers above deities in the Mortal World, audaciously tyrannical...
The Seraph Chiefs, however, exude a coalescence of royal and divine might, acting as executors of divine authority.
"Tch, all this fuss over stealing your God’s Divine Exuvia. Besides my supposed crime, shouldn’t you bear some responsibility for failing to guard it adequately?" Evelyn Walker is bound by seven Chains of Light, each restraining her limbs, skull, neck, and waist.
Her black hair hangs loosely over the Snowcapped Blue Mountain, as she raises her deep azure eyes. Her complexion is pallid, lips ashen, weakened to the extreme, yet possessing an eerie, fractured beauty.
The radiance that erodes all is barely held back by the pale hands surrounding her body, though even this resistance is nearing its end—it will soon shatter.
The seven Seraph Chiefs ignore her nonsensical ramblings, not due to irritation, but because this woman is more fearsome than the Demon Kings who beguile hearts in Hell.
Every word she speaks, even the Seraph Chiefs themselves feel shaken!
"You are human. Could it be the Human Clan’s Supreme Council behind this?" Mikael probes.
How could a mere Ecological Lord Level human elude their watchful eyes?
Evelyn Walker chuckles softly and responds, "Why not search among yourselves for answers? Perhaps yet another Cherub emerges—after all, the taste of God’s blood... is quite exquisite."
"Silence." Mikael’s voice deepens as an unimaginable radiance sweeps across the Celestial Realm, creating countless cracks in space, which seem on the verge of shattering.
Yet all is instantaneously repaired with a flick of the Angel of Virtue’s wing.
"Heh, with God’s Right Hand gone, your Left Hand lacks presence. Aren’t you secretly relieved that he departed? In the end, angels are nothing more than creations borne of desire." Evelyn Walker remarks.
