Academic gathering with a lich

Lyle and his group hid in the corner, watching the enraged Raphael wildly attacking Mr. Dark. The scorching Holy Sword collided with Mr. Dark’s transforming Shadow Claws, and they were like two incompatible flames, eroding each other. The waves of battle shattered the surrounding area.

Lyle saw stones flying past like bullets, some of which were dangerously blocked by Nia’s soft body.

"Shouldn’t we move back a bit? Since Mr. Dark has been summoned, we nobodies are of no use anymore, right? Wouldn’t it be better to keep our distance to avoid getting caught in the aftermath?"

"Naive! Light of Fallen! Our fight as the four kings is not over yet!" Mr. Reporter seriously observed the battlefield, clearly not realizing that his tablecloth had been riddled with holes by the flying stones. "The Great Dark Demon God still needs our shouts and cheers. How could a single person’s strength possibly compete with our unity? Quickly lend him our energy!"

We did agree to be the villains, didn’t we? Such positive energy. But he does have a point; after all, the delusions of grandeur often intensify when there’s an audience.

"Oh Dark Lord! My deity! Devour the light!!!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Mr. Dark responded positively to Mr. Reporter’s shameless cheer.

"Ahhhhhh!" Like a Saiyan transforming, the void around him began to pulsate even more intensely.

"Take this! Super Hell Crashing Blazing Fist!!!!!"

Mr. Dark threw a Straight Punch.

But it was blocked by Raphael, who then gripped the Holy Sword like a door and smashed it against his face.

"Yes, the power is surging up!" What surged up was the sting of Holy Light, Mr. Dark’s face caught alight with the holy flame! Mr. Reporter, are you a rescue sent by Holy Light?

Unlike Mr. Reporter, Mr. Delusion adopted a strategy of interference.

"Hey Birdman! Why are you deploying flash grenades in broad daylight? Don’t you know that light pollution is a public nuisance? Do you have no civic conscience? With such a soft look, why wave a sword? Better to take a fan and skirt and go dance! With immense wealth, the national goddess isn’t just a dream! Have you considered changing careers to become a nun? I have connections, you know! Put on some glamour makeup, and you’ll definitely have a bunch of groveling devotees!"

Synchronizing with Mr. Reporter, with every sentence Mr. Delusion uttered, Raphael’s Holy Light and the veins on his forehead would bulge a bit thicker, then he’d slash at Mr. Dark even more viciously.

Raphael forced Mr. Dark back and roared in our direction.

"Shut up! You’re nothing but George’s dogs; what right do you have to insult me? Just you wait, after I kill George, I’ll use your bones to build a toilet for the Guardian legion to use!"

The Guardians felt offended.

Lyle was about to stand up for his own rights when Mr. Dark charged back in.

"Shut up! You’re just a younger angel, to beat a dog you have to look at the owner, and you dare think of harming my dog! Thinking of using them to build toilets! I’ve never even used them!"

"..."

Raphael shone with a blinding light, pressing down on the darkness.

"It’s you who should shut up! Traitor! Not only will I kill your dog, but I’ll also butcher you and use your bones as a clothes rack."

Mr. Dark laughed loudly, "Fool, I am the void, I have no bones!"

"..." Raphael didn’t respond, his grip on the sword tightening.

On Lyle’s side, the conversation also entered into a minor dispute.

Mr. Reporter’s humanity suddenly awoke.

"You know, Mr. Dark called us dogs. I feel so aggrieved."

Did Mr. Reporter finally become normal?

"Let’s backstab Mr. Dark and join Holy Light."

Completely corrupted.

Mr. Gentleman had intended to speak up and join the team, but his body was tightly bound by Veraliz’s shadow tendrils. Her claws rested on Mr. Gentleman’s jawbone, as if caressing it. "If you dare to mess with them and say a word, I’ll tear off a piece of your bone. It doesn’t matter anyway, piece by piece, Avonreiter, they are also my family."

Mr. Delusion emitted a strange electronic sound, and the ripples on the image trembled.

"I think it’s no problem to say we are dogs, right now, we are ’dogging’ it."

Mr. Delusion, although living a meager life is not a good phrase, it’s not that bad either.

"You’re right, Delusion, I can’t believe I had bad thoughts. It must have been the Holy Light tempting me, indeed creating stories about Raymontos and the Demon Race has messed up my brain, I need to take a vacation."

Mr. Reporter let out a roar.

"Mr. Dark, you must win, otherwise, the dog lovers and animal protection associations are going to give you trouble!"

"???"

As Mr. Dark was resisting, he paused for a moment upon hearing his favorite subordinate’s words.

In that moment, Raphael thrust the Wenditegon into Mr. Dark’s chest, piercing him through.

"Terrible! During the intense fight with the angel Raphael, Mr. Dark has been severely wounded by the opponent’s great sword! Mr. Dark is at a disadvantage!"

Mr. Delusion slapped Mr. Reporter.

"Are you an idiot? In a battle of second-year middle school syndrome, commentary is very important! If you describe it like that, it changes the direction of the wind, and if Mr. Dark believes it, he’ll really lose!"

Mr. Delusion organized his language.

"Could it be that Mr. Dark has been seriously injured due to a moment of carelessness by the angel Raphael? Wrong! Although it appears so. But in fact! Mr. Dark has used his secret technique! Hundred Percent Physical Sword Seizure! How terrifying Mr. Dark is, with his meticulous mind! He pretended to be careless, but in reality, he used his injury as a cost to cast a spell to physically remove your weapon!"

"Now Angel Raphael’s weapon is stabbed too deep and completely stuck! How cunning you are, Mr. Dark! You have rendered the opponent’s weapon useless!"

Under Mr. Delusion’s commentary, Mr. Dark let out a cackling laugh.

"You’re correct! Raphael, as the weakest angel, all your power relies on the Holy Sword! Without the Holy Sword, you’re nothing! This victory is mine, Mr. Dark’s!"

Raphael looked at Mr. Dark, laughing with a sword lodged in him, his face expressionless.

With a beckoning hand, the floating Norgburn was pulled into his grasp.

"Idiot, I now have four swords." Raphael waved his sword at Mr. Dark, "Try your so-called weapon removal again, can’t do it? Let me help you."

"Norgburn? Hmph, that rubbish sword..."

"You should show respect for your dead brother, George, especially the one you killed!" Raphael shouted angrily, thrusting Norgburn into Mr. Dark’s body, which became stuck amidst Mr. Dark’s painful screams.

"Darknet." The third sword, a dark red long sword, was held by Raphael, pointing diagonally at Mr. Dark, pierced with two swords.

"Dimglow Sword? You’re using my power against me?"

"Using the Plunderer’s power against the Plunderer, quite interesting, isn’t it? George, you have defiled the name of the Holy Sword Darknet, feel its humiliation." The third sword was thrust into Mr. Dark’s body.

Lyle covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers at Mr. Dark riddled with three Holy Swords. It was terrible, but Mr. Dark’s ability to survive was outrageously strong; he was still standing.

Mr. Delusion continued to provide earnest commentary by the side.

"Strategy! It’s all strategy! The cunning Mr. Dark has successfully taken three Holy Swords from the angel, directly weakening the angel by three-quarters!"

"It’s truly terrifying!"

"It’s truly dark!"