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Angels have three phases. Their humanoid form, symbolistic form, and true form.

Their first form is their mortal vessel. In order to communicate with humanity to scorche them alive, they need a humanoid form to establish a relatable aspect for those feeble mortals to comprehend what was happening before their eyes and brain were gouged out. The Judgement Day was the first time they ever took their step into the mortal world, not with harp and peace, but with scythes and scrutinizing anger.

Raining down every nation with a divine hammer, they rip a gap in space that was connected into an unknown dimension where Calamities surged out like a disturbed ant hill. Only destruction could be seen back then.

Bullets didn't work on those Angels, even a nuke wouldn't chip away their divine barrier that spanned kilometers away. It was not until the Valhalla Project that humanity knew that their humanoid form isn't what they truly are.

If not for their divine humanoid form, they were probably not going to be called 'Angels' by the surviving humans back then.

Although their first form served as a method to gauge their power. Anvriel for example, it had only a pair of wings although it was bigger than other low-rank Angel, thus its power.

And there was another thing for sure.

They aren't related to the Gods.

Many researchers found out that their wings were actually the basis manifestation of their power; if an Angel had more than two wings, it means that it was two times stronger than a low-rank.

Their numbers of wings remained the same even until they showed their second form—

'Anvriel, it was once hypothesized that it actually hid somewhere in Neamh. Every time it appears, it always has something new in its arsenals.' MF hid somewhere above the sky, communicating through others using the spell that Tuli had casted.

The throne cradled by the cloud had heard the heed of its master. Forming and intertwined by its own material, it transformed into a titan-killer Scimitar with seven symbols of blessings from each respective deadly sins.

'This Angel might be smart, there is a chance that it could imitate our spells and formation. But what is a brain without a book? Because Angel doesn't have any mana signature, it would be better if we could just not use any formation or barrier. Or else, we would be screwed up if it began to use magic that we can't expect.'

'Which is why I wont use my barrier. The risk is high but the plan seems promising. It's sad that I'll be using one of my precious artifacts, but tis just a small price to pay.'

The sentient cloud coated its master. "Master, it's been a long time since you used me."

"This might be the last, who knows. So savour it till the end."

Anvriel began to move to Ouranos Citadel position. As expected, the divine being was so full of blood that it could only be sated with thousands of lives. 5 minutes later, it finally reached the checkpoint.

500 spears of 'Destructive Blood' with a fueled supersonic rocket were meticulously hidden. 20 gigantic living armor that was imbued with an 'Incendiary Fog Emitter' on the ground, ready to take off at any time. 100 triangular shaped steel drones that were controlled by Tuli, equipped with MF's blood shooter and rocket engine to maneuver the battlefield.

10 battle puppets at the strength of the Alcazar Establishment cultivators. An artifact in the form of a god-killing harpoon launcher, courtesy from Damascus.

Lady Damascus was at her position. Drowned in serenity, she hid her own existence by becoming one with the space through meditation. They didn't have enough time to let her activate her artifact, which is why she would come after unsealing her giant scimitar.

"She said that the process was complicated, it would probably only take five minutes but we can't waste any more time."

MF examined the armor made by Tuli. The hot steel that was surging heat to conduct mana within her bones. An extraordinary masterpiece that protected its wearer body from neck to toes, stretching onto her trident-rockets wings, was another bionic organ that separately generates nano-weapons blood for MF to use on each end.

Because MF would fly throughout the fight, Tuli added an extension that turned the Ouroboros' bottom limbs into down-faced right-angled triangular blades with only one edge at the front. MF could inject the edge with her blood if needed. Even though Tuli insisted on making a helmet for MF, she utterly refused because it would only obstruct her senses.

An external energy circulated in a veins-like pattern, glowing red, even anchoring to her veins to inject numerous pills of content that Tuli concocted to increase her master's physical capabilities even though it was unnecessary.

"The design is pretty otherworldly."

"Master, you look badass."

Everyone was at their position. The first stage of the plan was simple.

An ambush.

100 Spears rushed at high speed from Neamh's atmosphere, killing some Calamities on the way. Even though it only needed half a second for the spear to reach the Angel's head, Anvriel managed to dodge them all, as if it was teleporting with incomprehensible speed.

MF had accumulated 300 months of physical energy. Without hesitation, she soared down like an eagle together with uncountable 'Destructive Blood' fragments at the size of a grain of sand, secreted by the organs on MF's wings. The destructive rain spanned 500 meters in cube, all of it coming at the speed of a bullet.

'I wonder if you can dodge the rain.' Through two small holes on the wrist part of the gauntlet, MF stored liters of condensed blood inside of the small hollow tube.

She was ready for impact, until the Angel abruptly blasted a wave of energy into the sky.

Anvriel then spreaded the energy blast into a bigger cone. It destroyed 60% of the deadly fragments but all of those were actually meant as a distraction.

Amidst the energy emissions. Tuli activated the giant harpoon launcher on the ground. MF knew that the projectile speed wasn't enough to hit the Angel, so she also strapped the giant harpoon with four supersonic rockets.

"HURRAHH!"

Anvriel was pierced right at the head. Its mortal vessel lost its thinking processor but it didn't stop there. MF reflected the harpoon by kicking the hell out of it with the blunt part of her leg's razor. The harpoon finally stuck to the Angel's body.

That artifact was chosen because it could restrict any living being, no matter how powerful it was for ten second, even gods. That ten second span was enough for MF to roleplay as a traditional doctor and acupuncture the Angel at every angle possible with another 100 spears and numerous fragments, creating an area that shredded everything within 50 meters around the target.

20 living armor arose, spreading the incendiary fog in the vicinity, preparing for the second phase of the Angel.

10 battle puppets were also on standby,

After ten seconds, the space surrounding the killing zone was distorted.

"The marionette has cut its own string.. it's time for phase two."