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

So, please go die.

The murderous intent ignited by this reason is far deeper than any hatred.

In his final moments of consciousness, he saw a raging, bluish-purple hot wind tearing apart the moonlit, starry night.

Please, just die, Gabriel.

"Cough cough."

With a muffled cough, the disheveled blonde woman struggled to her feet.

The pristine white dress-style battle suit was now barely covering her body, but because of the blood and dust covering her, it was unlikely to arouse any evil thoughts.

In front of her, there was a simple, ancient stone slab pressed tightly against her.

If it weren't for the protection of this stone slab, she would probably have died long ago in that hot wind.

Looking at the ancient and simple paintings on the stone slab, one can guess that it seems to be some kind of sacred object left over from a long history.

Or rather, it is a kind of foundation left by the God of the Bible to the heavens, who acted on his behalf.

"Thank goodness I brought this out, otherwise I don't know how I would have survived."

Gabriel managed to stand up straight, a bitter smile on his dusty face.

But the smile aggravated her wound, causing her to cough violently.

The series of reactions caused her to collapse to her knees and vomit large amounts of blood.

"Almors—"

“I will remember your death. It was you who made me realize that so-called peace is never something that a minority of leaders can decide.”

The deaths of high-ranking Fallen Angels may trigger an already sensitive nerve in Hell.

Gabriel smiled wryly.

To be honest, even now, her mind is still haunted by the shadow of death.

Suddenly, anxious shouts came from afar and grew closer.

"Lord Gabriel—!"

The archangel, who had just finished a fierce battle, looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the newcomers were several high-ranking eight-winged angels.

"Lord Michael, are you alright?"

Among these eight-winged angels, one of them was the fastest and landed in front of Gabriel first, asking respectfully.

"Although he was seriously injured, he successfully killed the enemy leader."

Gabriel smiled gently, soothing the tense emotions of the angels before him.

Then, his expression quickly turned serious.

"I have an urgent matter to report to Michael. Send me back to the heavens immediately!"

"Yes!"

The first eight-winged angel to arrive at the scene immediately reached out and took Gabriel's arm.

only--

The archangel, who had shown no fear whatsoever during the life-or-death struggle, suddenly had his pupils constrict in shock.

The soul is still shrouded in the shadow of death—

It wasn't because Almors's resolute decision had left too deep an impression on her.

Rather, it means that the dangerous fog of death never left.

From beginning to end.

"Then, the offerings are complete."

A soft, eerie voice spoke.

"Why don't we just open up your body and take out your soul as a sacrifice?"

A sharp pain shot through me.

Chapter 148 Himuro Reia

consternation.

There was absolutely no time to react.

Having just survived a fierce battle, Gabriel was now covered in various potentially fatal wounds.

If she hadn't brought a trump card specifically to save her life, she probably would have died just now.

Now, caught completely off guard by an unexpected attack, she has no chance to defend herself or respond.

Or rather, even at her peak, she might not have been able to dodge this sneak attack.

The pain exploded rapidly in my chest cavity, and the foreign energy that had invaded my body surged wildly through my internal organs.

Already looking disheveled from the fierce battle, she now had bloodstains with a pale golden glow continuously flowing from her cherry blossoms.

Her once smooth and dazzling golden hair was now stuck together with sticky blood.

So that's how it is. The palpitation that had been lingering in my heart...

It wasn't because the previous battle was so brutal that it was unforgettable, but rather because—

The real danger still lurks in the shadows.

"Lord Gabriel—"

I heard panicked shouts.

However, the holy archangel of heaven was powerless to respond, and his consciousness slowly sank into darkness.

"You bastard—02, how dare you do such a thing!"

Several angels, their eyes blazing with fury, stared hatefully at their smiling "comrade."

As if some outer shell had been peeled off, the appearance of the eight-winged angel slowly twisted and transformed into something else.

He had short, black hair, a handsome face, and a slightly upturned mouth that gave him a cool smile. He was dressed in what appeared to be some kind of human clothing.

He was slowly withdrawing his hand, which had been embedded in the back of the beautiful archangel, from his back. With his movement, blood gushed out, glowing with golden light.

"I will absolutely, absolutely not let you get away with this!"

As the figure revered by the entire celestial realm slowly collapsed as his body lost its support, the angels' eyes widened in fury.

Even the wings on its back faintly revealed a black color that symbolized depravity.

"Hooho-"

Su Mu wore a calm smile, his outstretched hand seemingly grasping something—the soul he had just extracted as a sacrifice.

Doing this seems a bit wasteful.

But it doesn't matter anyway.

In any case, for him, whether it is a soul or a living being, they are essentially the same.

He glanced at the enraged angels present, his words laced with sarcasm.

"Instead of running away, you actually walked towards me?"

"Only by getting close to you can I beat you to a pulp!"

"Interesting, let's get closer!"

As several angels fell in despair and grief, peace was finally restored to the place.

moment.

A massive, purplish-red pillar of light, surrounded by flickering electric sparks, shot into the sky.

The massive array he had set up was finally activated once the first set of offerings was ready.

"With war and the dead as sacrifices, are there seven more nodes to go?"

Walking alone on the now-silent battlefield of Shura, Su Muyu murmured to himself gently.

"It seems that not only biblical mythology, but other forces will also be unable to remain uninvolved."

A massive ritual that could only be completed in eight battlefields of carnage...

You can't be absent.

......

Several months.

Underworld.

"Cangna—!"

"Ok?"

Hearing someone calling her name, Shichiko stopped in her tracks.

At this moment, she exuded an aura completely different from when she was in the mortal realm. No, it should be said that it was also completely different from when she was in the underworld.

His shoulder-length black hair gave him a somewhat handsome look, and behind the glasses perched on his nose, his wine-red eyes exuded a calm and resolute aura.

Despite being a minor, the demon still possessed an undeniable air of authority.

They wore clothing modified from some kind of formal attire, which did not hinder movement and was convenient for combat; it was both gorgeous and lightweight.

Just then, she heard someone calling her name, and she immediately turned around.

Then, a genuine smile appeared on her calm face, and she raised her hand and waved in response.

"Ah, it's Rias."

"Tap tap tap tap".

A tall, red-haired girl, also dressed in combat gear, ran over waving her hands, her face beaming with the joy of reuniting with an old friend.

His arms were still wrapped in bandages, and his clothes had burn marks, which were very obvious signs of war.

"Cangna, it has been a long time since we last met since we returned to the underworld from the human realm."