Chapter 160
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 160
Chapter Title: Remiel
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Remiel hadn't initially planned to kill the human.
If he had, he would've burst his head with 'Cisal' the moment he laid eyes on him.
'At least I wanted to talk to him first and figure out what kind of human he was before killing him.'
No player in history had ever set two new records or made it onto the Akashic Record.
He was intriguing enough to warrant a conversation.
Remiel had wanted to chat a bit, learn how he'd achieved such rapid growth.
Hear his story.
'But.'
Sparks crackled from Remiel's eyes as he glared at Ryu Min.
'Daring to kill my subordinate right in front of me?'
Doing it without a word was tantamount to a declaration of war.
The sheer audacity of this clueless worm provoking an archangel—it was beyond ridiculous. It pissed him off.
'Either way, he's a pest I can't ignore after slaughtering my subordinates. No choice but to kill him.'
Remiel wiped the golden blood from his face but didn't budge an inch.
He simply glared at the human.
"Die, human."
He unleashed Cisal.
The angelic authority that could shatter a human skull in an instant.
Yet there was no reaction.
'What? Why?'
Upon closer inspection, Cisal's power was being repelled from interfering with the human's mind.
[How is this...]
He didn't know the reason, but it didn't matter.
'If Cisal won't work, I'll just burn him to death.'
He pointed his index finger at the human.
Pzzzzt—!
High-output lightning converged at his fingertip.
'He's level 89, so this should be more than enough.'
He probably wouldn't even dodge—just fry like a frog.
That's what he believed.
Right up until his own finger was severed.
[What the...!]
The guy's scythe stretched out like a whip, then ballooned to the size of a giant's hand in a split second.
It had all happened in an instant.
If he hadn't yanked his hand back on reflex, his forearm would've been gone.
'I knew the weapon could extend, but change size too?'
Pain aside, it was absurd—but there was no time to get mad.
The scythe was coiling back like a snake, aiming for him again.
He could feel its power, but Remiel had no intention of fleeing in disgrace.
He simply folded his wings to block.
He figured that would be enough.
Arrogance. A fatal miscalculation.
Shrrk—!
[...!]
Feathers scattered as his wings were sliced clean off. Remiel's eyes bulged wide.
This wasn't damage he could block.
The moment he realized that, he abandoned defense and leaped backward.
But battles were all about flow and momentum.
Ryu Min wasn't one to let a rare advantage slip away.
Shrk— shrk!
He doggedly pursued, swinging his scythe relentlessly.
Remiel retreated while frantically blocking with his wings.
'The damage is beyond imagination.'
An angel's wings became an impregnable shield the moment holy power infused them.
Their defensive strength scaled with holy power output—surely enough to stop a level 89 attack.
A blatant misjudgment.
'Is this really level 89 power?'
The damage output, the movements—they rivaled level 99.
It was a fact already proven when he'd slain multiple battle angels.
'Damn it. I overlooked something that obvious and ended up like this.'
He'd let his guard down.
Because he was human. Because he was only level 89.
Tap-tap-tap—
His feet, rigid as stone moments ago, now scrambled desperately to preserve his life.
'An archangel of the Seven, dodging some human's scythe swings because they hurt.'
If the other archangels saw, they'd mock him mercilessly.
Pzzzt-pzzzt—
[Enough games.]
Remiel halted his retreat. Electric currents surged across his entire body.
A omnidirectional burst like this would turn the worm of a human into charcoal.
No better way to shake off a clinging enemy.
Unaware, the Black Scythe charged in like a moth to flame.
[It's over.]
Pzzzzzt—!
He unleashed at maximum output.
No chance to dodge, no space for it anyway.
That was when it happened.
Thoom—
Darkness swallowed all light in an instant.
Like a candle snuffed by the wind, the emitted glows vanished at once.
[What...]
No time for shock.
A threatening whoosh cut through the air nearby.
Shrk—!
[Urk!]
He jerked back, but too late—two wings were sliced off.
Losing one side threw off his balance, leaving him staggering.
"You worm not even worth grinding up to drink!!!"
Enraged, Remiel resolved to stop holding back.
This petty darkness posed no problem for him.
Pzt— pzt— pzzzzzt—!
Sparks erupted violently, defying the dark.
Light might be weak to darkness, but this was an artificial barrier conjured up.
No way a mere gimmick would devour an archangel's sparks.
"Die! Human!"
Pzzzzzt—!
He spewed currents everywhere, intent on killing the human.
But the one who'd been swinging that scythe nonstop was gone.
No presence at all.
'Where the hell...'
The moment Remiel glanced around, red eyes gleamed from the far end.
“You don't even know what you just said, do you?”
Keeeeng—
“That's a death flag, you know.”
The human spouted nonsense before erupting in a flash.
No—the flash from his swing engulfed Remiel.
'Ah.'
His instincts screamed at the condensed energy.
Can't block that.
Blocking means death.
Dodge.
He made the split-second call and tried to flap his wings, only to stagger.
'This damn... Forgot about the wings.'
He swallowed a curse and leaped away.
But the flash had anticipated even that, veering slightly higher.
Shrk—!
One more wing severed.
He'd barely twisted his body in time—otherwise, his head would've been off.
No chance to curse before the second flash hurtled in.
One arm and a wing fell simultaneously.
In his stagger, another whine rang out.
Keeeeng—
Shrk—!
Keeeeng—
Shrk—!
Keeeenng—
Five flashes in succession carved away Remiel's limbs.
[Grooo...]
One wing completely gone. Forearms and calves sliced off clean—only his torso remained.
Wriggle-wriggle.
He could only twitch like a worm, unable to move.
Agonizing fire scorched him to near madness, but he stimulated himself with currents to cling to sanity.
That's when the human approached, black aura rippling around him.
“The Seven Archangels aren't all that impressive.”
[...]
“Authority of lightning. Lowest-ranked of the Seven Archangels, Remiel. Right?”
More rage than shock at his identity being known.
A pathetic human looking down on him.
Losing to a pathetic human.
Showing such an ugly sight to a pathetic human.
It crushed Remiel's pride.
[You worthless piece-of-shit human...]
Pzzzt-pzzzt-pzzzt—
“Going for self-destruct?”
His intent read, Remiel's output dipped for a moment.
“I was gonna let you live if you did as I said, but if you're set on dying... Shame.”
[Let me live?]
“Yeah. If you follow my proposal.”
Remiel's currents faded entirely.
He'd planned to die with the human rather than beg for life, but the guy was offering terms.
[Fine. Let's hear it.]
“Call the other angels. Don't need tons. Just 50 more. Preferably 3rd-class battle angels or higher.”
[And do what with them?]
“What else? Kill 'em.”
[You're insane.]
Remiel snorted.
[Me, sell out my subordinates? You've lost it bad.]
“But I promise not to kill you.”
[Hmph. And I'm supposed to believe that?]
“Then die right now.”
Remiel pondered as the human spoke without a shred of hesitation.
He'd lost.
He'd stanched the bleeding with sparks, but the crisis hadn't passed.
One swing from that scythe to his head, and he was done.
'Damn it. What now? Accept the deal?'
It bruised his pride, but it beat dying.
Sell out the troops, save his own skin?
Regenerate later, bide his time for revenge.
Save his life and get payback.
Refuse?
He dies here.
'Suicide might hurt him some...'
But he still dies.
Die fighting a human?
He'd be ridiculed across the heavens for eternity.
“Well? Hurry up and decide. Die or live.”
[F-Fine. I accept.]
“You act like you had no choice, huh. Even in this state, that pride's sky-high. Tsk.”
Remiel stayed silent despite the sneer.
He hated admitting it, but he'd lost.
No other options.
“What're you waiting for? Call them.”
[Shouldn't you send me first?]
“And trust what about you? Send you off now and you break your word?”
Ryu Min pressed the scythe to Remiel's neck in threat.
Any sign of fleeing, and he'd kill.
“Call them first. Once you do, I'll send you to your subordinates like promised.”
[I could ask the same. What makes you think I'll trust you and call?]
“Doesn't matter. You have to. If you wanna live.”
[...]
Couldn't argue with that.
Knife to the throat left few moves for Remiel.
[Fine. Keep your promise.]
“Of course.”
Remiel sent a distress signal, summoning angels.
Seconds later, they filled the cavern alongside beams of light.
“Archangel, where are you?”
“You called us so urgently...”
“Ah! Th-there!”
The angels were stunned.
A limbless torso resembling Remiel.
[I'm right here.]
“Gasp! A-Archangel!”
“What happened...”
“No way that thing did this?”
They belatedly noticed the black silhouette pressing a scythe to Remiel's neck.
Remiel swallowed his shame and spoke to Ryu Min.
“These are the 3rd-class angels on standby. Keep your word.”
“No higher ranks?”
“1st- and 2nd-class are tied up with duties. 3rd-class are all that's available now.”
“Guess no helping it.”
[Now let me go.]
“Alright. A promise is a promise.”
Ryu Min withdrew the scythe and beckoned the battle angels.
“Hey. Someone come take your boss. Can't move on his own without legs.”
The battle angels approached with shocked eyes.
An archangel defeated by a human?
Up close, it was gruesome.
“Archangel. Pardon the intrusion.”
One angel carefully scooped up Remiel.
Just a face and torso—it felt as light as cradling a baby.
'Damn it. Reduced to needing my own men to carry me out.'
Humiliating, but Remiel endured for the future.
'The day I regenerate my limbs and wings and regain full power, you'll tour hell.'
Even if it meant begging other archangels.
Even if it meant deploying his direct legions.
Even if it meant allying with demons.
No holds barred—he'd kill this Black Scythe player.
Remiel swore it.
[Let's go.]
“Yes! Archangel!”
The battle angel cradling him began chanting the return spell inwardly.
The others naturally prepared to follow their archangel.
That's when Remiel halted the rest.
[You lot stay here. Deal with that human.]
“Huh? Us?”
“Yes. Only me and the one holding me return.”
[...]
Unsure why, but they obeyed the archangel's command.
“As you command.”
“Good.”
Remiel glanced at the Black Scythe, then at the angel holding him.
[We're going n—]
Crunch—!
Splatter—
Remiel tumbled to the floor, drenched in golden blood.
Clang— thump!
The Black Scythe reclaimed his hurled scythe.
Thud—
A headless corpse collapsed next.
The angel who'd been holding Remiel moments ago.
Remiel's smooth brow crumpled in fury.
[You bastard! What the hell!? We had a deal!]
“In the human world, there's a saying.”
Ryu Min muttered shamelessly.
“Promises are made to be broken.”
[What?]
“You thought I'd really let you go?”
With his reaper deification reset, Ryu Min advanced scythe in hand.
“Not a single one of you leaves this place alive.”