Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 281 - 257 Dark Victory

"The battle still rages on! Mr. Dark has already gained the upper hand, and now Angel Raphael is down to his last weapon. Is he finally going to be defeated?"

Mr. Delusion’s commentary continued, though Lyle could not see how Mr. Dark, with three swords stuck in his body, could possibly be at an advantage. Regardless, the outcome was about to be decided.

That final Holy Sword floated behind Raphael, slender and decorated with gold and gemstones, glittering brilliantly. It didn’t look like a sword so much as a piece of art. The three swords in front, although aesthetically pleasing, still exuded the sharpness of sword blades—those were weapons that had tasted blood. But this one was different, radiating an aura of light and warmth, like a beautifully crafted charm floating in mid-air. If the other three swords were likened to tall knights charging across battlefields, then this one was akin to a handsome young man playing the Lute on the city walls.

Even if its brilliance was now as searing as fire.

Raphael didn’t immediately attack; his eyes fixed on the glow of the Holy Sword, the raging fury and heavy breathing from battling the darkness all but disappeared.

"You know, George. For years, I’ve harbored a thought that what happened back then might not be as I saw it. I can’t bring myself to believe that our sacred light, our future, has dimmed so much. Tell me, George, what exactly happened back then. Why has it come to this? Why did you kill Gallaron? Have you truly been corrupted by darkness?"

The fanaticism on Mr. Dark’s face faded, his ethereal body showing no expression as the flames of holy light expanded over him.

"Raphael, you were a fool from the very beginning. Justice is just a set of rules we used to bind our lesser kin, a leader’s tools. Those slogan-like things, they’re trivial. You’ve always obeyed that man’s words, you bunch of fools brainwashed by the holy light. Darkness is the eternal truth! You are just a group of pitiful worms struggling in this foolish world. I merely did what I had to do, remove the idiots that stood in my way. And you, you are the next one!" Mr. Dark bellowed, pulling out the Dimglow Sword Darknet from his body, its blade crimson and sinister, charging towards Raphael.

"Sword of Light’s Seal!" The Holy Sword embedded in Mr. Dark began to shine, and the light from the three swords intertwined to form a prison of light that enveloped Mr. Dark. He was immobilized in mid-air.

"You have never seen this divine art, have you, George? After all, you’ve only seen me with Wenditegon. After so much time, even idiots can improve. If it was for such a foolish reason that the light has dimmed... George, to die at the hands of the fool you so disdain, that’s probably the greatest insult I can give you."

"Thurmond." The last Holy Sword exploded with intense light and heat.

The sensation was as if Raymond himself had descended.

Raphael lifted the exquisite Holy Sword with both hands, the granules of light accompanying his chanting, transforming into a column that reached the heavens, as if it connected to an invisible paradise. Amidst the light, Raphael turned golden. His face was the epitome of gentleness, like an angel awakening. The column harnessed a terrifying power.

"George, this world is worth the holy light’s proclamation of justice."

"Thurmond, Decisive Strike."

Before their eyes, the massive ray of light was about to strike Mr. Dark, who was completely unable to move.

Mr. Dark let out a sound.

"Raphael, this world is much worse than you can imagine. For instance, did you know that I planted a Plague Bomb capable of covering the whole of Lokarot’s Holy City?"

Raphael’s pupils dilated in shock, "Impossible! You could never do that. From the moment you arrived here, you were under my vigil. You never had the opportunity to do such a thing!"

Mr. Dark looked at him mockingly.

"How can you be sure I didn’t visit Lokarot first? You should know, my minions conducted a rather elaborate summoning ceremony. Why take so long for a summoning that could have been instantaneous? You should remember, one of my subordinates was once the Plague Death God, right? Just think, a Plague Spell of my caliber erupting in Lokarot, oh, and there’s your Guardian Legion. How could it be called a true Holy City without facing a real disaster?"

"No, you wouldn’t do that, I understand you! You would never go to such trouble! George!"

"Heh heh heh, what you understand is only George, but I am not just George. I am the darkness, the cunning evil. What a splendid choice: defeat a traitor and let a whole city mourn. Reduce one festival of the holy light, three days of fasting—oh, how revolting. Oh, my foolish little brother angel Raphael, he surely wouldn’t abandon his supporting troops and civilians, right, because he is a man of justice after all."

Raphael clenched his teeth.

"Despicable."

"Thank you for the compliment, I’ve decided to shorten the outbreak of the plague by ten minutes. There is now only one minute left, fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven..."

Raphael let out a loud cry, transforming into a streak of light and flying off, with the Holy Sword that had bound Mr. Dark also flying away with him.

"Aaaaah, George, next time I will kill you!!!!"

The angel’s light eventually disappeared into the distance.

"Victory belongs to the cunning and deep scheming of the darkness! Hahahahahaha!"

Watching the successful Mr. Dark, due to his plots and tricks, Lyle and the others walked out.

"That was awesome! Boss!"

"Hahahahahaha, I am the Great Dark Demon King, of course, victory comes easily to me!"

Mr. Delusion did not act as wildly as Mr. Reporter, and like an actor finishing his performance, he reverted to his original aloof demeanor.

"Boss, did you really place a Plague Bomb in that Holy City called Lokarot?"

"No, too much trouble. That idiot Raphael wouldn’t dare risk something like that. With someone like him, I can mess with him even more brutally next time." Mr. Dark looked at Veraliz standing next to Mr. Gentleman, "You’d better keep the conversation between me and Raphael to yourselves, as a secret, or else, I’ll be in a difficult position. And if I’m in trouble, it won’t be pretty for you. Understand? Sacrifices."

Veraliz felt a chill run down her spine, "I understand."

Mr. Gentleman was soothing Veraliz, who hid behind him, while Mr. Delusion stopped Mr. Reporter from approaching and causing a disturbance.

"Boss, you actually didn’t go all out, did you? This time we completed the most complete summoning ritual, but you, the strength you showed in battle was not even at the minimum level of when you clashed with Mr. Raymond. A mage engaging in close combat, taking a great sword with your flesh, who would have thought of that?"

"Delusion, that was clearly your idea, I was just following your words! Don’t slander me!"

"Do Ethereals feel pain? When that great sword impaled you, your screams almost scared me to death, and I’m made of machinery."

Mr. Dark shrugged and wrapped his body with bandages, "At least I feel something when the Holy Light burns."

"Raphael is not my enemy. He’s not worth being my enemy."

"Is Mr. Raymond then?"

"My enemy is this mistaken world, the Seraphs are just a manifestation of this world. A foolish world, one that is either black or white. I will become the master of this world, devouring all its evils."