Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 908 - 845 Angel Falls_2
Raymond laughed and said: "You’re back, George. Congratulations on your triumphant return."
Ignoring Raymond’s gesture for an embrace, George sat on the bench and replied, "A ragtag band of survivors isn’t worth mentioning. Still, the end of the war of conquest is indeed a good thing—the Inquisitor Legion can finally return home."
His wandering gaze returned to Raymond, who still stood there with open arms, a bright smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with determination. Not only that, but Gallaron also remained in place, wearing the same smile as he looked at George. Raphael, too, was silently smiling, his gaze filled with expectation.
Being stared at by the three of them made George’s skin crawl. He cursed under his breath, stood up, and spread his arms as though he were a suffering Christ.
"Welcome home, my brother." Raymond patted him twice on the back, and the Four Angels concluded their welcome ceremony for George.
...
The sharp golden blade, its edges gleaming brilliantly, was painfully dazzling to the eyes. Just by holding it in his hand, the Long Spear of Light was already disintegrating the air and releasing thunderous energy. The concentrated radiance at the spear’s tip carried an aura so intense that it made even the Angels’ expressions grow solemn. George and the others stared at the Light Spear forming in Raymond’s hand. Its shape was not much different from the standard-issue Light Spears used by Crusader Knights, but its sheer presence was enough to put the remaining Angels on high alert.
"Is this [Justice]?" Gallaron asked, his voice tinged with unease.
"No, this is a force far worse than [Justice]," George declared with certainty.
Raymond held the spear horizontally, letting his companions examine it from tip to handle—the materialized concept at its sharp tip and the ethereal, almost nonexistent tail.
"It’s named Longinus the Godslayer. This is the Power Armament I stripped from the Tenth Lock. The spearhead embodies the concepts of ’Purification’ and ’Eradicate Everything,’ while the body is imbued with ’Uniqueness’ and ’Speed of Light.’ Even with my power, I could only forge a single spear, though crafting it came easily."
"Truly a formidable weapon," Raphael couldn’t help but admire.
"Also a rather fine key," Raymond added. He let go of the Spear of Longinus, allowing the weapon to hover between the four of them. With a calm expression, he continued, "Entirely constructed from concepts, I have unlocked this weapon for all four of us—Gallaron, George, and Raphael. Use it. Feel its power. After your advancement to the Eighth Tier, your strength has stagnated. To reach the Ninth Tier, you must touch upon [Concepts]. Touching Longinus is the best way to experience [Concepts]."
Gallaron looked at the Divine Spear in the center, frowning. "This is your Power Armament, Raymond. Lending it to us will weaken you."
Raymond smiled and waved dismissively. "I cannot let what happened before repeat itself. Weakening myself to let you grow stronger is exactly what I want. That way, if my power ever spirals out of control again, at least you’ll be able to stop me. Don’t hesitate, my brothers. We’ve already made humanity the masters of this era; we must strengthen ourselves to protect it. Now, who will go first?"
Raphael was the first to shake his head.
"I only recently ascended to Angel level. Rather than approaching the threshold of higher tiers, consolidating my strength is more important. Besides, I still need to familiarize myself with the Holy Sword you all gave me. The Divine Spear should go to them first."
Gallaron and George exchanged a glance over the Godslaying Spear. Gallaron smiled silently and gestured courteously. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
George snorted coldly and looked toward Raymond.
"Let our nobleman friend take it. With the war of conquest nearing its conclusion, I have ample time to explore higher realms. The Angel’s proxy, on the other hand, has to handle daily affairs and the construction of territories. I think Gallaron needs a bit of external strength to catch up with us. You know, I am a once-in-a-million genius."
George wasn’t wrong. His talent was on par with Gallaron’s, but as a nobleman, Gallaron had to expend more effort on certain matters. The Angel of Fire lived far more freely than the Angel of Water. However, George’s fiery temper often led him to pursue conflict and create trouble rather than focus on self-cultivation. As a result, his power level and Gallaron’s were not too far apart.
Moreover, George Edmund was prideful. He regarded Raymond as a brother, a goal, and a rival. Relying on the blessings of the Angel of Light did not align with his character; he preferred to grow stronger through his own efforts.
Thus, Longinus the Godslayer was handed to Gallaron Loshutar with George’s concession.
The Angel of Fire soon regretted it.
...
On a Moonless Night.
Splattering golden blood illuminated George’s vision. He stared at the separated figure on the balcony—his brother, his adversary, had fallen.
The Godslaying Spear’s tip was bathed in its owner’s blood. Ironically, this baptism only further enhanced its divinity. The one holding this sacred weapon stood in the shadows, blood-red pupils matching the color of his corrupted wings.
"Gallaron!"
George clenched his teeth until they shattered, roaring like a beast as he lunged forward. Flames erupted. The enraged Angel drove his brother, who kept dodging, back into the flickering candlelight. Gallaron’s appearance had drastically changed: his skin was pale and bloodless, his once tall and stately figure now even slimmer. The pair of eyes that had once been as gentle as water were now filled with bloodthirsty madness.
"You betrayed him! Betrayed me! Betrayed everything! Our cause! Our future! Even the Holy Light..." George’s voice grew louder with each word, and every strike of his blazing Blade of Flames left a new wound on the Fallen Angel’s body. Ignoring the Blood Clan’s counterattacks, the Angel of Fire endured the draining weakness as his blood was drawn from his wounds, attacking with the ferocity of a wild beast. His voice did not cease—it turned into curses, venomous vows, and meaningless cries of sorrow.
"Raymond is no mere human." The cold, merciless words spilled from lips adorned with fangs.
