Chapter 49

On the wings of an angel, the body of a dinosaur. The Angelic-saurus, which clearly existed in our history, is actually a subspecies with an unclear origin. Despite possessing powerful abilities, it went extinct at some point.

[Why did it go extinct?]

[Well, there’s a theory that an ancient god, displeased by its appearance, wiped them all out… but it doesn’t seem very credible.]

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I grabbed Belva and ran to the back.

It would be great if everything could be settled like this, but as is always the case with wars, both sides have a few hidden cards up their sleeves.

Actually, the other side doesn’t even need hidden cards.

It’s just that they’re pushing forward with overwhelming numbers.

However, I didn’t expect the dinosaurs that devoured the Watchers to become even stronger, and they’re buying more time than anticipated.

Anyway, as long as we can escape this place.

There’s no such thing as a Sealing Technique that activates across an entire dimension.

Especially for someone as strong as me, there must be some loophole in this method of weakening me.

I gathered a small amount of Dimension Power and spread it wide.

The Dimension Power flew and then stopped at a certain point, scattering as if some change had occurred.

That’s as far as it goes.

The distance is about one kilometer.

Three Watchers noticed my actions and followed, but two of them had to stay behind to suppress the T-Rex.

Even though my Divine Power has diminished, the T-Rex is surprisingly holding its own against two fourth-grade Watchers.

“Stop.”

That’s when it happened.

With a crack, the ground in front of me exploded upwards.

Looking back, a Watcher with fluttering wings and a sword had already caught up to me, flying overhead.

What a shame.

We were so close.

I swallowed my disappointment and carefully set Belva down.

The opponent also landed, keeping a certain distance as they faced me.

“Let me ask you one thing.”

I had been curious since they first descended here.

When I posed the question, they seemed slightly taken aback but nodded, perhaps thinking it didn’t matter.

“Whose voice is it?”

“Voice…?”

“I mean, who told you about the location and information here?”

“Ah.”

Understanding my words, she smiled slightly.

“That person is also a sinner. Love turned to hate, what a pitiful sinner.”

What a crazy woman, asking for more information.

Now I realize, Divine Power is a double-edged sword.

Self-awareness becomes too inflated, making even simple communication this difficult.

I clicked my tongue and took a stance.

Seeing me, she raised her sword with a calm smile.

“Do you intend to face me with that body?”

“Is that not allowed?”

“I am a Principal Angel. I have been purging evil for a very long time. Our experiences are incomparable. In terms of strength, skill, or anything else, you cannot surpass me. Rather than fighting, it would be more rational to try and escape.”

She talks too much.

If we drag this out, their reinforcements will arrive first.

For an angel, she’s quite cunning.

Without answering, I simply took a step forward.

Clang!

A huge spark flew where our swords met.

My wrist felt like it was about to break.

Without stopping, I moved forward and kicked the ground.

A cloud of dust exploded high, as if a bomb had gone off.

Through it, the tip of her sword stabbed accurately.

This confirmed it.

The angel’s vision isn’t where you’d normally think the eyes are.

Perhaps there are no blind spots.

Her structure was ruthlessly practical.

This is going to be tough.

Swoosh-

My body, devoid of Divine Power, was too slow and clumsy compared to my usual state.

The sword slipped through a gap and deeply cut my shoulder.

A burning sensation spread from the wound.

Is this the sword’s ability?

Even after a second, I watched the blood still flowing.

Something is inhibiting regeneration.

It seems this weapon was tailored to kill me.

“Did you notice?”

Her voice carried a hint of amusement.

I always feel this way, Watchers look like angels but act no different from humans.

Their nasty personalities, for one.

And when they think they’ve won, they let their guard down.

All the same.

I swung my sword horizontally.

Just before our swords clashed, I subtly loosened my grip on the hilt.

Even as my sword flew weakly, the Watcher’s focus didn’t waver, but that became her downfall.

To stay steady, she had to artificially concentrate on me.

Thud-

As the Watcher’s sword pierced my heart.

A pure white spear flew from afar, piercing through her body.

“…This, spear.”

Coughing up blood, she looked in disbelief at the spear stained with her own blood.

The spear’s tip was embedded diagonally into the ground.

Why? Didn’t see this coming?

I also spat out a mouthful of blood.

It’s been a while since I’ve taken such a fatal hit.

Even so…

As Noah approached, removing his helmet from afar, a smirk formed on my face.

Noah, seemingly unable to believe what he had thrown, stammered in confusion.

“Ah, no. I just… I was told to keep an eye out…”

“Noah?”

The Watcher’s eyes, pierced by the spear, trembled.

Anger, confusion, and disappointment.

The back of his head must be burning.

He probably never imagined that a comrade who shared Divine Power from the same source would betray him.

But he too was careless.

I had already shown a precedent.

That even a Watcher could turn to the enemy’s side.

“…I’m sorry. Sorry.”

Crack—

Noah’s once pure white wings split, and soon, black and red wings, identical to Belva’s, stretched out.

Seeing this, the Watcher asked in a trembling voice.

“Wh-why… Noah, tell me. What made you turn…?”

“W-well.”

“Your passion was highly regarded even in the heavens…!”

“…I was just too hungry.”

“……”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

It was impossible to hold back.

From the moment we first met, Noah was already mentally strained.

The constant hunger.

Chronic social deficiency.

Spending day after day in a dark room was her routine, and of course, no one could genuinely love such a life.

So I showed her.

The life of Belva by my side.

A life where she could eat anything she wanted, obtain anything she desired, and experience and observe new environments and creatures she had never seen before.

As time passed, Noah grew more and more envious of Belva.

And she wanted to become Belva.

I could easily read Noah’s heart.

“…If only I had spoken.”

“To whom? Who would give everything without a price? Is the god you serve that kind of god?”

Laughing, I pulled the sword from my heart.

It hurt, but it wasn’t enough to kill me.

After all, isn’t stabbing the heart to kill someone too human a perspective?

I looked ahead.

The spear, now darkened, was absorbing the Divine Power within her.

Noah’s attack, imbued with my Divine Power, worked against her.

Whispering into her ear as she coughed up blood, pierced through.

“The light is far, but I was close.”

And those who are desperate always grab the first hand extended.

*

Having absorbed the power of a 4th-class Angel, my condition had somewhat recovered.

The seal seemed to require three Angels to maintain, and with one dead, the Divine Power returned.

But two still live.

And countless Watchers are active on the ground and in the sky.

Carrying the still dazed Belva, I flew up with Noah.

Surprisingly, the dinosaurs were still alive and fighting.

Even some with Watcher wings attached to their backs, like chimeras, were frequently seen.

That’s a bit creepy.

I’ll deal with it later.

“Oh.”

Then, I saw something interesting.

A Tyrannosaurus, having fought fiercely with two 4th-class Watchers, lay bloodied and fallen.

But it seemed not easily killed.

In front of it, a Watcher with one wing torn off caught my eye.

Did it fight like that against those two?

Worthy of applause.

Much time had passed, and it seemed to have evolved much stronger than when we last met.

By the way, it’s a dilemma.

The Watchers are so densely packed that not a single cloud is visible.

What should I do about that?

Even if I sweep them away with an area attack, it would take quite a while.

And who knows how these malignant pigeons might cause trouble.

The world trying to kill me might have gathered enough data on them to create truly terrifying beings.

But then, dark clouds gathered high in the sky.

Within that dark space, a blue spark flashed, and soon, a massive bolt of lightning struck down towards the Watchers.

Kwa-rur-rung—!

The thunder that followed shook heaven and earth.

The Watchers looked up at the sky, overwhelmed by the pressure that enveloped the area.

I too looked up.

The familiar face of the god of lightning, Zeus, lightly nodded downwards.

“Now, please return.”

Zeus, holding a golden lightning bolt beyond the pierced dark clouds, threw it with all his might.

“If you’re late, Hera will scold you. An angry Hera is scary.”