RISE OF EROS-Chapter 755 - 754

These were just a small group of Purgatory members who decided to stay and help the beast. It was obviously a suicide mission, since since the disappearance of the organization's leaders, there was no longer a powerful being who could combat the demigods on the continent.

Their mission was to create an opening for the beast to escape, and they had succeeded. They knew they wouldn't escape from Crhono and his group, so they didn't even try to flee or resist.

They immediately went into sacrifice mode, and although they didn't believe they would succeed, they reasoned that if they suddenly sacrificed themselves, they could take out or injure some of Crhono's allies.

Although weak, they were still demigods, so their self-destruction was not insignificant. The energy explosion they created with this move was similar to a high-powered atomic bomb on Earth. Miles and miles of lush forest were transformed in seconds into a dead, burning desert.

Despite the darkness of the night, the explosion illuminated everything as if it were daytime. Although this attack was intended for Crhono and his allies, they were unable to do anything to them, as with their strength and speed, they were able to quickly escape the attack.

Unfortunately, for many, it wasn't that simple. There were many groups in the area searching for the beast, and even with the appearance of Crhono and the others, they didn't leave.

It wasn't that they thought they would have any better luck than Crhono and the others, but they at least wanted to see what would happen. Curiosity is always a driving force of thinking beings, especially in this world.

It's true that the situation could turn dangerous, but in this world, danger comes with benefits, so they decided to stay. However, that was the worst decision they could have made.

Due to the sacrifice of the demigods of Purgatory, many of them were caught in the explosion and lost their lives. News of what happened quickly spread. However, this time, they weren't vague and deceitful rumors like the beast was as strong as Crhono or nonsense like that.

The information this time was more reliable and accurate. News also spread that Purgatory had a connection with the beast. This hadn't been confirmed, but given the moves they made that night, it was credible information.

While Purgatory has always done crazy things, the implosion of five demigods to help the beast escape wasn't easy to swallow. No matter how weak, a demigod is a force anywhere on the continent.

Crhono and the others had to return empty-handed again. It was obvious the beast wouldn't stay around when it knew they were looking for it, so they had to wait until it reappeared. They knew it wouldn't be difficult to find it, as the beast had a tendency to destroy all life, so the moment it appeared, Crhono and the others would know.

While it wasn't the most efficient way, at this moment, they had no choice. They couldn't detect or track the beast, so they could only wait. They knew this would mean the death of many and the danger of letting it grow stronger, but they were out of options.

The angels gathered in a beam of divine light deep within an ancient temple, hidden among mountains that seemed to touch the heavens. This sacred place had been the abode of Samanuel, revered archangel and leader of the heavenly hosts, who, in his quest for power beyond imagination, had guided his lineage for centuries.

However, time, despite its near-eternal nature, had revealed a disturbing truth: the angels, guardians, and silent heroes had begun to feel their wings fraying and their energy diluting in the air.

The remains of the deceased god, resting in an ethereal crystal sarcophagus, were the angels' most prized treasure. Many claimed that those shining fragments still contained the pure essence of the divine being, a secret that had bestowed upon them untold blessings.

However, the angels faced a bottleneck; although the energy of the fallen god granted them strength and longevity, it was not enough to elevate their existence to a higher level. Ambition had begun to blossom in the celestial souls. Tired of being the anonymous defenders of humanity, they longed to reclaim their place as the true rulers of heaven.

It was then that Samanuel, embodying the voice of his followers, decided that the only viable solution was to completely absorb those divine remains and become one with the power of the deceased god, but they knew that such assimilation would not be easy.

The angels began preparing a ritual to be performed in the dark night, far from the prying eyes of mortals. In the heart of the temple, the air grew heavy, charged with a palpable energy that vibrated in symphony with the essence of the universe.

They crafted a magic circle with gold and silver feathers, each rune and feather carefully arranged to channel the necessary energy. In the center, the sarcophagus glowed with a supernatural light, emanating echoes of the past and lost memories of their divinity.

The appointed night arrived, and the angels, dressed in resplendent robes that reflected the light of the stars, began the ritual under the protection of Samanuel. A celestial melody resounded, composed of choirs of angels singing ancient invocations.

The words danced in the air like golden butterflies, creating an atmosphere of collective trance. As they recited, each angel offered a fragment of their own life energy, an offering that would be woven into the ritual canvas, binding their destinies to the collective will.

As the chant intensified, the sarcophagus began to vibrate, revealing a luminescence that seemed to transgress reality itself. A golden mist began to emanate from the divine body, enveloping the angels in a hypnotic dance.

The god's power felt almost tangible, an electric current running through their wings, enlivening their essence. However, the price they must pay for this ambition was evident.

The energy of the deceased god was overwhelming, like a raging torrent that threatened to sweep the angels away if they were not cautious. As the ritual progressed, they began to feel the inner conflict.

While they were determined to assimilate this power, the connection to the god also provoked resistance, an echo of warnings from times past. Those remains were not without suffering; They were the manifestation of ancient battles and betrayals.

The corruption that had marked their fall, though contained, could still infiltrate their hearts if they were not careful. When they finally reached the climax of the ritual, Samanuel raised his voice over the collective chant, calling for the fusion of his essence with that of the fallen god.

The golden mist intensified, enveloping them completely, while a beam of light descended from the sky, like a divine lightning bolt embracing the circle of angels. The union seemed imminent; life energy flowed through them, illuminating their wings with an intensity they had never known.

However, in the culminating instant, reality faltered. A piercing scream reverberated through the temple as if the deceased god himself had awakened, sensing the attempt at assimilation.

The golden mist turned into a whirlwind of shadows, a reflection of the internal struggle that had been latent. The angels were forced to confront their own ambitions and desires, realizing that not all power should be claimed and not all glory should be sought.

Some angels, driven by the hunger for power, began to succumb to temptation, letting their darkest desires escape. However, others, led by loyalty and true devotion to the concept of divinity, fought against the corrupting influence emerging from the body of the god.

This struggle became a spectacle of light and shadow, as if heaven itself were watching, captivated by the internal battle of its children. Samanuel, understanding the magnitude of the error, stood as a bulwark of the faithful angels.

With a cry of despair, he implored his brothers to gather around him, touching their wounded hearts and reminding them of the essence of their purpose. It was then that the sarcophagus's light, which had once shone brightly, began to fade slowly, weakening before the collective will of those who wished to preserve its purity.

With a final act of unity, the angels held hands, forming a bond of energy that transcended individual ambition. In that moment, they decided to let go of the desire for absorption and embrace what they already possessed.

Their essence, though less powerful than that of the deceased god, was pure and authentic. Thus, with a burst of light and a wave of renewed energy, the ritual culminated, but not in the way they had hoped.

The angels failed to assimilate the power of the fallen god, but they did gain something invaluable: a lesson about ambition, sacrifice, and the importance of remaining true to their nature.

The god's energy, now stabilized, became a beacon of hope for them, a nascent guide that would ensure that the wounds of the past would not again mark their destiny.

Unfortunately, their destinies were far removed from what they had been before. If their numbers had been small before, they were now far fewer, and due to the ritual they performed, they not only affirmed their justice and righteousness.

Those who could not let go of their ambitions and selfishness were corrupted, and if the world was already in chaos thanks to the Beast and Purgatory, now there was a group of corrupted angels adding to the mix.

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