Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1145

A sky-piercing column of light burned itself onto the retinas of mortals—an afterimage, a phantom of light left behind the moment the dazzling arrow was loosed. The arrow itself, however, had already split into four identical shafts, each speeding toward a different corner of the city.

In the east, the Angel of Earth, locked in battle with the angel of the Earth Mother, froze with an expression of pure astonishment. Its featureless face turned downward to its chest, where a gleaming shaft of light had pierced straight through, emerging from its back. From that point of impact, a web of cracks began to spread across its form.

The elder angel opposite nodded, hovering motionlessly in the air, awaiting the inevitable demise of its foe.

In the west, the Angel of Air, who was fighting a mortal demigod and the Saint of the Church of Creation and Machinery, suddenly froze. It parried an oncoming trident, dodged the phantom of a falling star, and spun around to flee the battlefield.

A draconic word of power erupted from Miss Knight, who stood atop a great dragon. Together, they unleashed torrents of crimson flame, trying to block the angel's escape. But the celestial being treated the fire as nothing, bursting through the twin streams of interwoven blaze. In the end, however, it was struck by the arrow of light and dissolved into billowing black smoke as it plummeted toward the earth.

In the south, the mighty Angel of Water commanded formidable power under the pouring rain, yet it was still outmatched by the nascent angel before it. Fortunately, the younger celestial lacked combat experience, preventing the battle from becoming completely one-sided.

The moment the sky-piercing column of light appeared, the Angel of Water tried to turn and flee. But the arrow wasn't aimed at it. Instead, it plunged directly into Louise's pure white, ethereal form.

She raised her holy sword high, its white radiance cleaving the very heavens.

In the north, the Angel of Fire—the only one summoned using the God's Child Umbilical Cord—had been the primary target of the mortals' seals and still had not managed to break free.

The white arrow of light tore through the void and plunged into the seal. With a sound like shattering glass, the ethereal Angel of Fire stumbled out of the void, clutching its chest. A single drop of golden blood trickled from the corner of its mouth. As it fell to the earth, a patch of twisted, malevolent, carnivorous flowers erupted from the soil where it landed.

Jenkins lowered the bow, which now showed cracks, and gazed north. Summoned with a quarter of the God's Child Umbilical Cord, the northern angel's power was the most complete. It had taken the full force of the blow, and though grievously wounded, it was still alive.

"Looks like I'll have to handle this myself."

He turned back to the old elf, who was bowing with his head lowered, muttering something.

"I'm going to deal with it myself. I apologize for all the trouble. Once this is over, I'll return to thank you properly."

The latter replied, then watched as Jenkins snatched up his cat, leaped from the window, and mounted a unicorn, soaring into the sky.

The night was still deep. With the other three angels defeated, the mortals and celestials in the sky began to converge on the northern part of the city, as if by some unspoken accord.

Coughing blood, the Angel of Fire watched quietly under the pouring rain as figures approached from all directions. Like its companions, it was formless and featureless, its gender impossible to discern. It wore a simple robe, somewhat similar to Louise's, but far less magnificent and exquisitely detailed.

"Come, all of you. I shall grant you eternal silence with a festival of slaughter."

The booming voice proclaimed. In its left hand, the angel held a golden shortsword; in its right, a silver-white spear. With every beat of its wings, the surrounding spirit seemed to surge like a tide.

"I blossom in the midst of slaughter, just as a flower blossoms at dawn."

It recited the words softly, yet its low voice carried through the rain, reaching everyone's ears. In that same instant, a black radiance engulfed the sky, so swiftly that not even the two angels of the righteous gods could react. With the Angel of Slaughter at its epicenter, a colossal, violet-black water lily materialized in the air. Tidal waves of spirit surged along its petals, flowing out to encompass the entire city.

The rain grew heavier.

"It's trying to sacrifice everyone in this city!"

Someone's cry rang out, and the mortals and angels immediately began to coordinate their attacks against the Angel of Slaughter.

The violet-black water lily unfurling across the sky was no mere decoration. It acted as a domain, suppressing the power of any enemy caught beneath its petals.

Louise and the angel of the Earth Mother were the Angel of Slaughter's primary targets. Lacking combat experience, the nascent angel was careless for a moment and was struck by the silver-white spear, sent hurtling out of the battlefield like a cannonball.

Jenkins, arriving just in time, managed to catch Louise as she fell. The impact sent his unicorn staggering back several feet through the air before it managed to steady itself.

"My Lord... I apologize. I..."

Her form had grown somewhat translucent; it seemed she had overexerted herself.

"It's alright. You shouldn't have been on the battlefield today in the first place. You did wonderfully."

He comforted her gently. The young angel nodded, a weary look crossing her face, but her mismatched gold and purple eyes still blazed with fighting spirit.

"You can rest now. Thank you for your hard work. I'll take it from here."

The angel nodded silently, a faint blush on her cheeks as she pulled away from his arms. She gave him a salute in mid-air, then lightly kissed the back of his hand before transforming into a shooting star and descending toward the ground.

Louise was already dead. That was a fact Jenkins couldn't change for now. As such, she could no longer return to her physical form to live a normal life. Jenkins had intended for her to dwell within him, which was the best solution available, but Louise clearly didn't want to impose and had chosen a different sanctuary.

Jenkins watched the young angel descend, then nodded, his mind at ease. He gripped the white holy sword, still warm in his hand, and lifted his gaze to the battlefield ahead.

He let his disguise fall away, revealing his true identity—Jenkins Williams—to the night sky.

"This time, I'll try solving this problem under my own name."

He urged the unicorn a little closer to the battle, and once he had assessed the situation, he shifted his weight and said:

"In a moment, take Chocolate and get clear of the area. Don't get caught in the fallout."

The creature responded with a cheerful sound, then felt its back lighten as the man leaped straight off.

Plummeting downwards, Jenkins closed his eyes and spread his limbs, feeling the force of the wind and the rain.

"May the Sage watch over me, and may the power of knowledge illuminate my path."

He chanted in a low voice, and as the prayer left his lips, his body began to emit a faint golden glow. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NoveI(F)ire.net