As my destructive path continued, I had annihilated several fallen angels. I wasn’t a monster; I simply went after the ones that had it coming. There were fallen angels who lived among humans, having kids, helping people. I actually found that admirable and didn’t bother to attack them—in fact, I even blessed them in some ways.

The place I found myself in now was eerily quiet, devoid of fallen angels. The air was still, charged with a palpable tension.

"It seems we finally meet,"

a voice echoed through the silence, dripping with malice and immense rage.

I turned to see the source of the voice. He stood there, his ten wings unfurled behind him, giving him a majestic yet menacing appearance. He looked like a rip-off Wolverine, but there was no mistaking the power that radiated from him.

Me:I know you, Baraqiel, wielder of holy lightning

I said with a grin, my eyes narrowing in anticipation.

Instantly, he launched himself at me, a bolt of holy lightning crackling in his hand. I dodged effortlessly, using my elemental powers to manipulate the air around me, creating a gust of wind that pushed him back.

Baraqiel recovered quickly, his wings flapping as he hovered in mid-air.

Baraqiel:you won't escape me

he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. He raised his hand, and a storm of lightning bolts shot towards me.

I extended my hand, summoning a barrier of silver-blue energy that absorbed the lightning. The air around me crackled with the residual energy, but I remained unharmed.

Me:Is that all you've got?

I taunted, my grin widening.

Baraqiel roared in anger, his wings propelling him forward with incredible speed. He swung his fist at me, but I phased through the attack, using my space manipulation abilities to reappear behind him. I lashed out with a blade of energy, aiming for his wings, but he twisted in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the strike.

He retaliated with a barrage of lightning-infused punches, each one packing enough power to easily wipe out a city. I parried and dodged, my movements fluid and precise. My elemental powers allowed me to manipulate the air, creating bursts of wind that deflected his attacks.

Baraqiel:You think you're powerful, but you're nothing

Baraqiel spat, his voice filled with contempt. He raised his hands, and the sky darkened as storm clouds gathered above us. Thunder rumbled ominously, and a massive bolt of lightning struck down towards me.

I raised my hand, summoning a portal that absorbed the lightning and redirected it back at Baraqiel. He barely managed to dodge, the bolt grazing his shoulder and leaving a smoking wound.

Baraqiel:Impressive

he admitted grudgingly

Baraqiel:but not enough to defeat me.

He charged at me again, this time unleashing a torrent of holy lightning that lit up the sky. I responded by tapping into my reality manipulation abilities, creating multiple clones of myself that surrounded Baraqiel. Each clone attacked from a different angle, forcing him to defend on all sides.

Baraqiel roared in frustration, his wings flaring as he released a shockwave of lightning that obliterated the clones. But I was already on the move, phasing through space to appear directly in front of him. I drove my fist into his gut, sending him crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact.

He struggled to his feet, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Baraqiel:you’re strong

he admitted, his voice strained

Baraqiel:but you won't win.

Me:We'll see about that

I replied, my eyes glowing with power.

I unleashed a wave of silver-blue energy that swept across the battlefield, disintegrating everything in its path. Baraqiel raised his hands, creating a barrier of holy lightning to shield himself, but the force of the attack pushed him back, his feet digging trenches in the ground.

With a flick of my wrist, I manipulated the reality around him, trapping him in a bubble of warped space. He struggled against the confines, but the more he fought, the tighter the bubble became. I watched with satisfaction as his face contorted with pain and frustration.

Me:You're done

I said coldly, raising my hand to deliver the final blow.

But Baraqiel wasn't finished yet. With a roar of defiance, he summoned all his remaining power, shattering the bubble and launching himself at me with reckless abandon. His body crackled with holy lightning, and he moved with blinding speed, aiming to take me down with one final, desperate attack.

I met his charge head-on, my energy-infused arms clashing with his lightning-coated fists. The impact created a shockwave that shook the ground and lit up the sky. For a moment, we were locked in a fierce struggle, our powers clashing in a dazzling display of light and energy.

Then, with a surge of strength, I broke through his defenses, my fist connecting with his chest. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, his body crashing into the ground with a resounding thud. He lay there, his wings broken and his body battered, unable to move.

I walked over to him, my gaze cold and unfeeling.

Me:this is the end for you, Baraqiel

I said, raising my hand for the final strike.

But just as I was about to deliver the finishing blow, I hesitated. I could see the defiance in his eyes, the unwillingness to give up even in the face of certain death. It was a spark of something I hadn't seen in a long time, something that made me pause.

Baraqiel healed swiftly with a vial of Phenex tears, and as he stood, the clouds above darkened ominously. A series of bolts fired directly from the heavens struck his body, each one infusing him with holy lightning. His aura surged, and his power level rose exponentially. He was now cloaked in a shimmering armor of holy lightning, his wings having multiplied to twelve, with the last pair made entirely of crackling electricity.

"This isn't over," Baraqiel declared, his voice echoing with renewed determination.

He rushed at me with blinding speed, his figure almost a blur. I watched calmly as he approached, my mind calculating every possible move. As he closed the distance, I finally stood up, my eyes narrowing.

Baraqiel's fist, enveloped in holy lightning, came crashing down. I sidestepped, feeling the intense heat of his strike as it missed me by mere inches, scorching the ground. I retaliated with a swift punch aimed at his midsection, but he parried with a lightning-infused arm, the clash creating a thunderous explosion that rippled through the air distorting space

I leaped back, manipulating space to create a shield of silver-blue energy. Baraqiel pressed his attack, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks, each one faster and more powerful than the last. I parried and dodged, the force of his blows pushing me back but failing to break my defenses.

Me:you've grown stronger

I acknowledged, deflecting another strike.

Me:But it's still not enough.

Baraqiel roared in frustration, his eyes blazing. He summoned a massive spear of lightning and hurled it at me with all his might. I raised my hand, warping reality to slow down time. The spear moved at a snail's pace, allowing me to sidestep it effortlessly. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the spear hurtling back towards Baraqiel.

He barely had time to react, raising his arms to block the spear. The impact sent him skidding back, his armor cracking under the strain. He growled, the holy lightning around him intensifying.

He spread his twelve wings wide, each one crackling with raw energy. With a powerful flap, he soared into the sky, the storm clouds swirling around him. Bolts of lightning rained down, each one aiming for me. I summoned my elemental powers, creating a barrier of wind and energy that deflected the strikes.

Baraqiel dived down, his body a blur of motion. He unleashed a devastating combination of punches and kicks, each one infused with holy lightning. I met his attacks head-on, our blows creating shockwaves that shook the ground. We moved at incredible speeds, our forms almost invisible to the naked eye.

Baraqiel:You can't win

Baraqiel shouted, his voice filled with conviction.

Baraqiel:I'll make sure of it!

I smirked, channeling my power into my arms.

Me:Let's see you try.

With a burst of energy, I unleashed a flurry of punches, each one faster and more powerful than the last. Baraqiel struggled to keep up, his defenses weakening under the relentless assault. I landed a solid hit on his face, sending him crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact.

He got up, panting heavily, his armor flickering. "Damn you," he growled, his eyes filled with rage. He raised his hands, summoning a massive ball of holy lightning. The energy crackled and surged, growing larger and more unstable by the second.

I watched calmly, my eyes glinting with determination.

Me:Is that your final move?

Baraqiel roared, hurling the ball of lightning at me with all his might. The ground trembled as the attack hurtled towards me, the sheer power of it distorting the air around it. I stood my ground, raising my hand.

Me:Let me show you true power

I said, my voice cold and unwavering.

I channeled my abilities, creating a vortex of silver-blue energy in my palm. As the ball of lightning approached, I absorbed it into the vortex, nullifying its power. Baraqiel's eyes widened in shock as his ultimate attack was rendered useless.

Baraqiel:No... that's impossible

he stammered, his voice filled with disbelief.

I closed my fist, the energy dissipating.

Me:of course someone as weak as you would call it impossible

I replied, my voice calm and assured.

Baraqiel's anger flared. He summoned a storm of lightning, sending countless bolts hurtling towards me. I manipulated space, teleporting behind him and delivering a powerful kick to his back. He cried out in pain, tumbling through the air before crashing into the ground.

Me:You can't keep up

I said, my voice carrying over the battlefield.

Me:You're outmatched.

Baraqiel struggled to his feet, his body battered and bruised. His eyes were filled with determination, but there was a hint of fear in them.

Baraqiel:I'll never give up

he declared, his voice trembling.

I walked towards him, my aura radiating power.

Me:Then you'll die trying

I said coldly.

With a burst of speed, I appeared in front of him, my fist aimed at his chest. He tried to block, but my punch shattered his Arms, sending him flying back. He hit the ground hard, his wings broken and his armor in tatters.

He lay there, gasping for breath, his body too damaged to continue. I stood over him, my expression unyielding.

Me:It's over, Baraqiel.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with pain and defeat.

Baraqiel:You... you win

he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

As I was about to end Baraqiel’s life, a searing pain shot through my chest. I looked down to see a large holy spear skewering me. I didn’t even flinch.

"Impressive," I said with a nonchalant smile, "attacking me when I let my guard down."

My body morphed, absorbing the holy spear. The spear’s divine energy was drawn into my form, the silver-blue energy of my transcendent soul intertwining with it, creating a dazzling light show. My wounds healed instantly, and the spear dissolved into nothingness, leaving no trace behind.

In front of me stood two new foes. One was clad in pristine white armor, his aura radiating power and purity – the White Dragon Emperor, Albion.(Since he doesn't know the identity he'll think he's albion)Beside him stood Azazel, the Governor General of the Fallen Angels, his presence commanding and fierce, with twelve fallen angel wings spreading wide, each feather crackling with dark energy.

I grinned even more.

Me:Wow, the entire strike squad is out to get me.

Azazel:This ends now

Azazel declared, his voice filled with rare hatred. I could see why – I had ended the lives of close to 50% of the fallen angels on Earth, most of whom were evil, but it was still a significant loss.

They moved in unison, their synchronization perfect. Albion rushed at me, his movements swift and precise, while Azazel attacked from a distance, summoning a barrage of dark energy spears.

"DIVIDE! DIVIDE! DIVIDE! DIVIDE!"

his Sacred Gear trying to halve my power.

I felt the effects of his ability, but only for a moment. My infinite energy surged, overpowering his attempts to divide it. The force of his power clashed with mine, creating a shockwave that rippled through the air.

Azazel's dark spears rained down upon me. I dodged and deflected them with ease, my body a blur of motion. I raised my hand, summoning a vortex of silver-blue energy that absorbed the incoming attacks, nullifying their power.

Me:Is that all you've got?

I taunted, my grin widening.

Azazel's eyes burned with fury. He summoned a massive spear of holy energy and hurled it at me. I raised my hand, warping space to redirect the spear back at him. He barely managed to dodge, the spear grazing his shoulder and exploding in a burst of dark energy.

Albion took advantage of the distraction, his white armor gleaming as he lunged at me with incredible speed. I met his attack head-on, our fists colliding with a thunderous impact. The force of our clash sent shockwaves through the air, the ground beneath us cracking and crumbling.

"DIVIDE!"

Albion shouted again, his Sacred Gear attempting to sap my strength.

I felt the familiar tug, but my energy remained undiminished. "Nice try," I said, delivering a powerful punch to his midsection. Albion grunted in pain, his armor cracking under the force of my blow.

Azazel attacked from behind, his dark wings propelling him forward with blinding speed. He swung a massive sword of holy energy at me. I turned, catching the blade with my bare hand. The dark energy sizzled against my skin, but I remained unscathed.

"Impressive," I said, pushing Azazel back with a burst of energy.

Me:But not enough.

Azazel and Albion regrouped, their eyes filled with determination. They attacked in perfect harmony, their movements fluid and coordinated. Albion's fists and feet were a blur, each strike aimed with deadly precision. Azazel's holy energy attacks complemented Albion's physical assaults, creating a relentless onslaught.

I met their attacks with equal ferocity, my body moving with supernatural speed and precision. I parried and dodged, countering with powerful strikes of my own. The battlefield became a blur of motion, our clashes creating explosions of energy that lit up the sky.

"DIVIDE! DIVIDE! DIVIDE!"

Albion continued to chant, but his efforts were futile. My infinite energy surged, overpowering his attempts to weaken me.

Azazel summoned a massive storm of holy energy, the sky darkening as bolts of holy energy rained down. I raised my hand, creating a shield of silver-blue energy that absorbed the energy. I then redirected the energy, sending a torrent of dark lightning back at Azazel.

He screamed in pain as the lightning struck him, his body convulsing. Albion tried to come to his aid, but I intercepted him, delivering a devastating kick that sent him crashing into the ground.

Azazel struggled to his feet, his body battered and bruised.

Azazel:this... this can't be happening

he muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.

I walked towards him, my eyes cold and unyielding.

He raised his hand, summoning a final, desperate attack. A massive sphere of holy energy formed above him, crackling with raw power. He hurled it at me with all his might, the ground trembling under the force of his attack.

I stood my ground, raising my hand.

Me:Witness true power

I said, my voice calm and assured.

I summoned a vortex of silver-blue energy, absorbing the sphere of dark energy. The power of the attack was nullified, disappearing into the vortex. Azazel's eyes widened in shock and horror.

Azazel:No... that's impossible

he stammered.

I closed my fist, the vortex dissipating.

Me:Nothing is impossible for a transcendent soul

I replied.

With a burst of speed, I appeared in front of him, my fist aimed at his heart . He tried to block, but my punch shattered his armor, sending him flying back. He hit the ground hard, his wings broken and his armor in tatters.

Damn I put to little into that blow I was able to smash into his balance breaker armor and his chest ...it cushioned the blower Albion, seeing his comrade defeated, rushed at me with renewed fury. "DIVIDE!" he shouted, his Sacred Gear trying one last time to sap my strength.

I met his attack with a powerful punch, our fists colliding in a final, thunderous impact. Albion's armor shattered, and he was sent flying back, crashing into the ground beside Azazel.

They lay there, defeated and broken, their bodies too damaged to continue. I stood over them, my expression unyielding.

"It's over," I declared.