The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

It can be said that at this time, the power of the forces within the underworld had fallen to its lowest point.

"Even so, it's still too unrealistic to take over the entire underworld in one go."

The goddess, sitting in mid-air swinging her legs, pouted.

"Yes, your task is simply to take control of the territories that originally belonged to Hades. My Lord has already made other arrangements for the fallen angels and demons, so there's no need to force yourself."

The golden-haired goddess paid no attention to what the Winged God had said; she merely sized her up, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Sigh~ You seem a little nervous. Are you worried I'll get hurt?"

"It's your imagination."

The Wings of God responded expressionlessly.

"I know this was an order from your master, wasn't it? So, is her concern directed at me, or at the body I'm using?"

"..."

This time, the response was silence.

Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, sighed helplessly in response.

"Forget it, I don't care about that kind of thing. I'll just do my best to complete the mission. Anyway, you guys will protect me no matter what, right?"

"Definitely, of course."

"Then there's no problem, right?"

Seeing the goddess who seemed eager to try again after being away for so long, and whose smile even seemed to glow, the girl with the wings of the god sighed inwardly, feeling that the mission needed to be extended.

……

……

Golden light even overwhelmed the sun, spilling down from the shattered sky.

An intense, sacred aura pressed down like a mountain.

Whether it was a black-armored warrior crawling out of hell or a mass-produced evil dragon transformed from the Holy Grail adorned with the blood of a divine child, whose very existence was blasphemous, all of them wailed under this golden light, even emitting black smoke as they gradually decomposed.

That is the power of the God of the Bible.

—Even in extinction, its residual power remains, constructing the divine power known as the system of order.

The golden, sacred light coalesced into a long spear, surveying the earth with disdain.

Supporting the spears around them were thousands of warriors with white wings.

God's apostles—the so-called angels.

Each body was bathed in a strong aura of holiness, while the four leading bodies standing at the four corners of the spearhead exuded a solemn and majestic aura.

"The Spear of Divine Judgment?"

Staring at the enormous spear formed from light through the screen, Norns stroked his chin.

"This must be the system's ultimate weapon. Judging by its power alone, it seems to be able to rival a single 'Void Zero Blessing'... If you add its own special abilities, it's even more formidable."

From that golden spear, Norns sensed an aura that had become quite familiar over thousands of years.

"In terms of different art styles... is it what is called 'rectification'?"

A power aimed at destroying the world—those who disrupt order.

The spear slowly changed direction in the sky.

—Their target: Uruk.

The Skywing race reacted swiftly.

The moment the light fell, half of the wingmen were pulled from the front lines to face the divine spear above.

Meanwhile, the Valkyrie powder, which had been facing the forces of black and dragons, retreated to a more central position within the barrier, reuniting with the Valkyrie main body that had just been teleported out.

At the same time, the twelve divine wings once again blocked their path.

The wings and brain unfolded and coordinated once more, instantly unleashing a series of intricate techniques.

However, its direction was not towards the spear of punishment.

As he watched the layers of spells stacked up from directly above the barrier, Gabriel, the Seraph, bit his lip tightly.

"Michael, it's still possible to stop now..."

Ignoring almost all the responsibilities he should bear as an angel, Gabriel cast aside his long-held hesitation and spoke loudly to the twelve-winged angel diagonally above him.

The responsibilities God gave them were naturally very important.

But that is undoubtedly the road to destruction.

If it were just Gabriel or even just the four Seraphim, then even so would be fine.

But those who will perish with them are the entire race called angels.

Gabriel found this result unacceptable.

She can choose her mission over her personal life, but she can't when it comes to race.

This is the answer Gabriel received after his confusion and realization.

That is the path of abandoning the mission of angels.

Even so, the wings remained pure white... Perhaps even the God of the Bible would agree with this idea—Gabriel convinced himself in this way.

Whether or not they have fallen, the destruction of angels is an outcome that must be avoided under any circumstances.

However, Michael showed no intention of turning back after hearing Gabriel's shouts.

To carry out the will of God—this is the meaning of the creation of those who are like gods.

Even if everyone knows the outcome of doing so.

The angel was not a fool acting recklessly; he had already witnessed the entire battle.

Including the white light that swept across the entire battlefield.

Then, the conclusion was drawn that resistance was impossible.

But even so, action must be taken; that is what makes us messengers of heaven.

Michael must have thought so.

"Tch...you two!"

Unable to get an answer from the archangel, Gabriel turned to his two other companions.

"I……"

Raphael's gaze drifted, clearly indicating that he was also quite shaken.

"Even if it means burning myself..."

In contrast, Uriel possessed an aura that was even greater than Michael's.

If you're going to burn yourself, fine, but don't burn the entire angel's body too...

Gabriel was so angry that he could barely control his strength.

Since that's the case, let's just go with the flow and go along with this loss of control...

Even if it means throwing the Spear of Divine Judgment off balance, we must stop this!

But at that moment, an accident suddenly occurred.

The sky cracked open again.

What emerged from that crack was not peaceful holy sound and light.

The enormous floating garden descended upon the top of Uruk's barrier without warning.

At the same time, the Skywing race's formation underwent a significant change.

The next moment, destruction overwhelmed order.

Chapter 422 The Collapsed Dream

"Oh dear, is that all you're going to do?"

Hyoudou Issei stared blankly at the Skywing girl who looked down at him from above.

What the hell is going on?

Even though the injury wasn't that serious, the body was still unable to move; the hands and feet lacked strength, and the magic seemed to have frozen.

why?

The other party should be Asia's enemy who killed her.

I've already decided that if I see him again, I'll at least give him a punch no matter what.

But why is it that he doesn't even have the courage to stand up now?!

"hateful……"

Hyoudou Issei hated his own powerlessness.

But that's all he could do.

Anyone lying on the ground now possesses strength far exceeding his.

Faced with an opponent that three of the four great demon kings, plus the fallen angel governor and his officers, and a god uncle who didn't seem simple at all, he couldn't even muster the will to fight.

Even if you want to do something, it will all be in vain.

Jibril, the girl of the Skywing race, looked quite disappointed.

"I don't know why my lord has such high expectations of you. You are so weak, yet you are said to be a very important point... I don't know where to start with you in this situation."

Yes, just lose interest and leave quickly. In the end, he's simply not suited for this battlefield.

Even knowing that this was very disgraceful, Hyoudou Issei still couldn't help but think this way to himself.

However, on the other hand, a strong sense of unease also arose in some corner of his heart.

I have a feeling that a similar situation has happened somewhere before...