Anime Crossover: Starting with an Infinite Dragon God as a Mount

If someone is an angel or a fallen angel, then there is no one who has not heard of her name.

The holy angel named Gabriel is the object of admiration of all angels, while fallen angels are those who have fallen from the angels.

The anger and anxiety of the angels before vanished in an instant.

"Lord Gabriel has finally arrived! That's wonderful!"

"With Lord Gabriel's power, we will surely be victorious!"

In contrast, the fallen angels were more panicked and lamenting.

"Gabriel... what an unforgettable name. How did this gentleman get here so quickly?"

"Lord Gabriel... the brilliance I witnessed in the heavens remains unforgettable. Are we now destined to stand on opposite sides?"

Gabriel's expression was sorrowful. He spread his soft, white twelve wings and floated quietly in the sky, waiting for the commotion below to subside.

Although the angels were excited by the arrival of reinforcements and eager to engage in a fierce battle with the enemy, they obeyed the archangel's command and suppressed their fighting spirit.

After a brief commotion, the fallen angels were ultimately willing to believe the man who had once admired women and listened attentively.

On the cursed mountain of Almon, the first two hundred or so angels, led by eighteen leaders, swore an oath to bind themselves together, and from then on spread their black wings and turned away from God.

"Since then, for thousands of years, war has raged on."

"We have lost many of our companions, with whom we once spent every day. Now, we can only recall their voices and smiles from ancient books."

"And so it is with you, Samyaza, Urakaba, Ramir... Of the eighteen leaders who once guided you and directed your way, how many are left besides Azazel?"

"War is a means for us to obtain what we desire, and not what we desire."

"However, the flames of war have raged for a thousand years, and we have gained nothing but lost a great deal."

Gabriel closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and prayed silently. The two opposing sides below, who were like fire and water, gradually fell silent as well.

"We, who have lived through war, have long been accustomed to separation and loss—but this does not mean that war is the norm we should indulge in!"

Gabriel's expression was resolute as he shouted.

"Whether you are an angel or a fallen angel, please put aside your weapons and sheath your swords for now! What we need cannot be obtained through war!"

"Spreading hatred only yields more hatred. Spreading sorrow only yields more sorrow. Unleashing violence only results in more violence in return!"

"Stop it, stop fighting each other."

“I am deeply attached to my departed comrades, and I resent the loss of my comrades. However, this is not a reason to pursue war and indulge in strife.”

"Because I know all too well that if we act for the sake of our lost comrades, we will surely lose even more. If we wield our swords for the sake of the beautiful things that have been destroyed, we will surely lose even more!"

The angels wavered.

The fallen angels slowly put away their light guns.

War is a bottomless pit of fire, so why keep adding fuel to the fire?

“I swear in the name of the Lord—” Gabriel looked devout as he saw the many angels and fallen angels he had persuaded. “The light will fall upon the angels, and it will also fall upon the fallen angels.”

The tense atmosphere and the smoke of war seemed to vanish abruptly with Gabriel's heartfelt words.

Silently, both sides prepared to leave the area, forgetting the previous conflict.

Upon seeing this, Gabriel breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She was not afraid of war.

If necessary, she would not hesitate to step forward and fight any enemy.

However, she genuinely loathed war.

The beast of war, whether among humans or among fallen angels, angels, and demons, has never been something that its initiators or participants can control.

It will tear apart everything beautiful, everything that people cherish.

May peace remain with us.

Gabriel prayed thus earnestly.

but.

"Gabriel—!"

His roar burned with hatred, completely tinged with murderous intent.

The intensity of the anger contained in that voice was enough to shock everyone.

If I had to put it in words, it would be irreconcilable enmity—as if declaring, proclaiming, that from this day forward, only one of us would survive.

The scorching blade of gale seemed to be roasted by anger far exceeding the critical value, emitting a mournful cry.

A dangerous sword, so broken it looks like it could shatter at any moment.

The female angel named Gabriel was immediately taken aback; the sudden surge of hatred and murderous intent made her tremble slightly.

This most intense killing intent can only be found in the ceaseless battles of ancient times.

Today's events will definitely not end so simply.

His eyes and brows instantly sharpened, and a radiant, azure sword appeared in his hand.

"Almors, I never expected that you, who have long loathed war, would reappear on the battlefield—"

The highest-ranking among the fallen angels.

He was one of the eighteen leaders who first guided more than two hundred fallen angels to spread their black wings, and was an existence of equal rank to Azazel.

It's worth mentioning that this was a former friend with whom I once lived as an angel, but who ultimately went astray.

only--

Why do you harbor such hatred for me?

Holding the azure sword with a stern gaze, Gabriel asked with a serious expression.

Gabriel was confident that his strength was no less than his opponent's.

"Warning: Get out of here. There's no point in us fighting here!"

The battle between the two sides could last for days or even months without a clear victor.

At this juncture, it would be unwise for both Heaven and Hell to be entangled with each other.

However, the other side, who was also fully aware of this, had no intention of backing down.

The other party's killing intent remained unwavering, as if declaring that no matter the cost, they would make her perish here.

We disregarded both the odds of winning and the tactics.

It's as if all the mental preparation needed to deal with this guy has already been devoured.

"Why would I back down before I crush you!"

It was a furious scream that sounded like a lament, like the dying cry of someone being sunk into a bottomless swamp.

A series of sword flashes, sword flashes. The crisscrossing trajectory transformed into dozens of deadly wind cuts in a single breath, attacking Gabriel.

"You utterly immoral and vicious executioner! After committing such atrocities, how can you still stand here and spout such nonsense without any remorse!"

Armorus, wielding the Gale Blade with a desperate air, glared at Gabriel with the same look one would give a filthy object.

"After destroying our homeland, how can you still be so nonchalant and hypocritical in front of us?!"

Chapter 146 If You Live, We Cannot Laugh

Why do you harbor such resentment towards me?

My heart trembled in my chest, a sense of foreboding washing over me.

It felt as if I was being manipulated by some immense malice, by some conspiracy that spanned the entire world.

Compared to this immense malice, the malice of the fallen angel Almors, which was so intense it was almost like a gentle breeze.

"Drink up! Drink up!"

Gabriel gripped the azure holy sword tightly in her hand, gritted her teeth, and uttered a strained sound that was inconsistent with her previous gentle demeanor.

The relentless, uninterrupted attacks, aimed at decapitating her and severing her neck, caused her wrists to go slightly numb.

However, these are all irrelevant.

With a split-second precision, he blocked a potentially fatal attack, and for the first time, a dignified expression appeared on Gabriel's delicate face.

"If you still have even the slightest hope for our future, then stop right now! A.Mormes!"

Gentle advice is useless; this matter has already been confirmed.

Weak pleas are useless; shedding one's strong armor in front of the enemy will only result in being stabbed by swords rather than gaining understanding.

Perhaps the only thing that can stop the other party is a harsh rebuke.

"We are striving to dispel the shadow of war, yet you dare to fight me to the death here! Are you insane, Armorth? Even if the light of the Lord has faded in your heart, the memory of your comrades fighting for it should still reside there!"

In Gabriel's view, even if such a statement could not stop the other party, it would at least make him hesitate.

Because these were once colleagues who served the glory of the Lord together, even if they fell from heaven, some of their deep-rooted essence would not change much.

However, to Gabriel's surprise, upon hearing this, Almors's offensive not only did not ease in the slightest, but instead became even more ferocious.

"Hahahaha—! Glory! Future! What grand and impressive words, quite in the style of the celestial realm!"

The holy angel's words, which were both admonitory and stern, did not cause the furious fallen angel to hesitate in the slightest in his attack.

How could a murderous intent that had been firmly established be so easily shaken?

Or rather, if her advice at this moment could have an effect, then Gabriel would need to seriously consider whether this was a pretense used by the other party to lower his guard.

“This is my final warning—” Her pure white wings fluttered, and Gabriel’s gentle face revealed a resolute determination. “Almors, get out of here right now!”

If Almors or any of her were to die here at this time, it would stir up the already extremely sensitive nerves of the three races.

As the worst possible outcome, this could be the fuse that ignites the powder keg to explode completely.

Realizing this, Gabriel clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

--Yes.

She was prepared for the great war to be started by her.

We have prepared for the worst-case scenario of killing the enemy here.