Nameless King

A multitude of light rays was heading toward Ezrin at breakneck speed, but he was perfectly calm. For their battle, he had already repelled many such attacks.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

His mantle soared upward as several streams of darkness emerged from the ground. They completely absorbed all the energy of rays and dissipated into shreds of darkness.

"I thought my Progenitor would be much stronger, but I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?" Ezrin uttered with an ice-cold look. His gaze conveyed the indescribable contempt he felt for his enemy.

Crackling.

At the same time, ash pillars appeared around the Angels' territory as well as bloody seals. Ezrin and Amitiel had an excellent sense, so they immediately sensed two powerful auras and glances directed at them.

"Well, well, it looks like someone really important showed up in the audience. Luckily, they can't help you." Ezrin said as he glanced at Alucard and Gael.

"Shut up. This is Angel territory! My territory! They wouldn't dare interfere in our fight, so don't count on anyone to save you!"

"Hmm...? What are you talking about?" Ezrin tilted his head with a confused look, "I don't need help to deal with you, since even the Progenitors can't hold their Title forever. On the contrary, now I can show what my true power is!"

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Ezrin's aura intensified several times as massive streams of dark energy burst out of him that seemed to come from the deepest depths of the abyss.

The energy turned into a pillar of energy, reaching the heavens and causing the sky to become as dark as a starless night.
"Hah, this is definitely the level of the Transcendence Stage." Alucard grinned as a devious grin appeared on his face, "Is there really going to be a new Angel Progenitor today? This is fucking unbelievable!"

Before this moment Ezrin and Amitiel had only used simple attacks, their energy, and normal skills. It was enough to completely destroy the castle and turn the huge island into ruins, but it was not the limit of the Transcendence Stage's powers. In the Fifth Chronicle there were certain changes with the power, namely, no longer a Beyond, this unique power was combined with the Form, the greatest power of any creature.

"It seems I have no choice." Amitiel said with a calm look as he flapped his wings and outburst streams of golden energy, "This island will be your grave. Then, I will build a castle on your bones!"

"Hey, before we start... Answer me one question." Ezrin muttered while darkness slowly covered his entire body.

"What?" Amitiel stepped forward as his armor glowed brightly.

"When we're done... Where would you like me to bury you?" Ezrin asked with a sincere expression as he was absolutely serious in his intentions.

"You... Bastard! How dare you ask me such a thing! The only one who will die here will be you!" Amitiel exclaimed with a furious expression as he activated his Form.

His wings grew larger as they were covered in a dense layer of light. A massive halo appeared above his head, as bright as the sun while glowing streaks streamed across his armor.

Ezrin's Form was less impressive in appearance as all he got was a dense layer of darkness around his arms and a small hoop on his head with barbed spikes that stuck into his skin.

"Hah, your Form can't compare to mine, it's obvious you're weaker! Although, no Angel could ever reach the same level as me!" Amitiel exclaimed before flapping his wings.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Behind him, several golden magical circles appeared. In front of the circles appeared spheres containing a huge amount of energy, then they turned into hundreds of golden threads which like blades came down on Ezrin.

This attack could have easily killed him, as the light of the Angel Progenitor could dispel almost any darkness, even the densest. However, he did nothing, he just stared at the golden blades with a calm look as one of his wings trembled.

Whoooooooosh.


Suddenly his right wing, the white one, covered him from the attack like an impenetrable shield. Blades pierced the wing, piercing through the feathers as scarlet blood trickled down, but none of the blades could reach Ezrin, as one of them stopped right in front of his face.

"What...? Defended himself with a wing...? Is he crazy?" Amitiel muttered while in disbelief.

The stronger the Angel was the more important the wings were to him, for they were a conductor of energy and an indicator of status, so Amitiel could not even imagine that an Angel as strong as Ezrin would intentionally put one of his wings under attack.

"All my followers have black wings. They chose the path of darkness, for that is the power you tried so hard to get rid of, though darkness is no worse or better than light, it is simply the opposite." Ezrin muttered in a calm voice as he flapped his wing, knocking all the stuck golden blades off of it, "Why do you think I chose to leave one of my wings white?"

Amitiel's eyes went wide as he took a step back, "What the fuck kind of weird question is that! How am I supposed to know what's in the head of a psycho like you?! You just practically lost one wing, so it doesn't matter anymore!"

Whoooooooooosh.

Behind him, dozens of magic circles appeared as he prepared for a mighty attack. A multitude of ancient runes shone on the circles, exuding ancient energy.

"Look... I'm not fighting you because I want to take your place, but because it's the only way to save the Angels. Unlike you, I have no intention of dividing light or darkness, but to show mercy to each Angel as my kind. That's why my wings will always be this way." Ezrin uttered with an ice-cold look, "However, for this, I will have to make a sacrifice. That sacrifice will be your life!"