Chapter 437 439-Archangel Descent
Chapter 439-Archangel Descent
On the other hand, Ronin shrugged his shoulders and observed the location of his target.
He said, "Are you not going to appear, little birdie?"
Suddenly, a 3-meter-tall handsome angel appeared in front of him.
The angel was remarkably good-looking with two pairs of white wings on his back.
Angels were known for being blessed by heaven, much like the elves, making them inherently attractive creatures.
"Heh, I didn't expect that you knew of my presence all along. But since you're a demon, you should die. You're only a mere Semi Saint Sovereign, and I don't know where your confidence is coming from," the angel remarked.
Ronin laughed and said, "Hehe, my confidence? I don't need confidence if I don't fear anyone."
Ronin chuckled and suddenly vanished, blending into the crowd.
"Oh? You are indeed a skilled assassin," the angel mused, unable to detect Ronin's location.
"Hmm, angelic roar"
Boom!
The Angelic Roar echoed through the heavens, a resplendent cascade of divine sound that reverberated through the very fabric of reality.
The air itself seemed to tremble, and the ground quivered beneath its celestial might.
The surrounding area was blasted by a shining light, and everything nearby vanished.
"Tsk, now you cannot hide anymore," the angel laughed.
But suddenly, an attack appeared behind him, and he anticipated it.
<Angelic Shield>
The angel was confident that he could repel it, but he realized that he was being silenced, and his skill was immobilized.
"What?"
Boom!
Ronin's dagger easily pierced through the angel's neck, and the angel was filled with horror before he pulled out a token and disappeared from his current location, reappearing 100 meters in front of Ronin.
Cough!
The angel quickly drank a potion, and his wounds healed in an instant.
"Kwaargh. How hateful," the angel seethed.
He had almost died because of that maddening silencing skill.
He realized that the man in front of him was no simple demon.
"Arghh, you make me angry!" The angel shouted and drew his sword, which was covered with light, and chanted.
"Holy Ark!"
Suddenly, a shocking energy covered the sky and rushed toward Ronin's location.
Boom!
A deafening explosion resounded, and some bystanders perished in the explosion.
The angel was satisfied, thinking the demon had finally been defeated.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, five more angels appeared in front of him, rushing to the scene upon seeing their comrade employ a supreme skill of their clan.
"What happened?" a female angel asked, and the others were also curious.
The man shook his head and said, "I encountered a formidable demon, but I've now slain him."
The man was on the verge of bragging, but suddenly, his head was severed, and another man emerged from his own shadow.
"Keke, no one has survived the wrath of this king."
Boom!
The five angels swiftly reacted and attacked Ronin, but he vanished from the spot, narrowly escaping their assault.
"Shit, that was close," the headless angel remarked as he effortlessly reattached his head, seemingly unaffected by the previous incident.
Ronin smirked and taunted, "As expected of a Divine Monarch, your tenacity is commendable." Ronin knew he couldn't eliminate him with such a trick, but he relished making the man angry and despair.
"Arghh, kill him!" The angel shouted, calling for his friends' assistance. The other angels nodded and decided to join the fight.
Boom!
All of them were newly promoted to Divine Monarchs and had been sent here by the higher-ups. Their combined power was more than enough to overwhelm Ronin.
These six angels were considered geniuses of their race and would be rewarded based on their discoveries in this place.
Boom!
"Oh, is this the first time I've been under pressure again, huh? When was the last time I was cornered like this? Billions of years ago?"
"Hmm, even so, I can feel it. Hehe."
"Master, grant me your blessing. Hahaha."
Ronin laughed, and suddenly, his aura underwent a dramatic transformation. He ascended from a Semi Saint Sovereign to a Low-tier Divine Monarch.
"Yes, this is it," Ronin exclaimed, reveling in the change. His transformation shocked the six angels.
"What?" They hadn't expected Ronin to abruptly ascend to the rank of Divine Monarch, putting him on par with them. They sensed that something was amiss.
Ronin examined the changes in his body and declared, "Hunting time."
Ronin smirked and disappeared from their sight.
"Get back on defense!" one of them yelled. They knew that a while ago, they had barely kept up with Ronin's speed. Now, with his cultivation at a higher level, his power and speed posed a serious threat.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, one of them exploded into nothingness, as if turned into a mere meatball, a small needle having ended the angel's life.
"Erol!" Everyone shouted in shock, realizing that Erol had failed to regenerate and had his soul crushed by the attack.
"Oh no, this is bad," the leader of the six, Remo, exclaimed. He urged them to employ a forbidden spell.
"Let's use that technique, or else we'll meet our demise," the others concurred, casting nervous glances at the one who had provoked this formidable adversary and now dared not look them in the eye.
Remo gazed at Ronin, who seemed to be waiting for them to unleash their technique.
"Hmm, arrogant one, you will pay for killing our comrade," he declared before signaling the others to begin their chant in unison.
Top of Form
<Archangel Descend>
Suddenly, a muscular and strikingly handsome man with three pairs of wings materialized behind the group of five angels. It was an ethereal image, yet its power clearly surpassed that of a Divine Monarch. Expressionless, it gazed solely at Remo, who was within the protective formation.
"Archangel Peter, please assist us in vanquishing this demon," Remo implored with deep respect, though he felt ashamed to call for reinforcement given their status as geniuses of the angel clan.
Archangel Peter remained silent, fixing his gaze on Ronin, and uttered, "Imbecile demon, be banished for all eternity."
<Extinguish>
Archangel Peter pointed his fingers at Ronin, who appeared dismissive of the impending attack.