Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Aaaaaaah!" Just like a Saiyan transformation, the void fluctuations around him became even more intense.

"Take this! Super Hellfall Blazing Fist!!!"

Mr. Dark threw a straight punch.

Raphael blocked him and then swung the holy sword back like a door, slapping it across his face.

"Hmm, the power is surging up!" The surge was a stinging pain from the holy light; Mr. Darkness's face was ablaze with holy flames! Reporter, are you a savior sent by the holy light?!

Unlike the reporter, Mr. Delusional adopted a distraction tactic.

"You birdbrain! Why are you setting off flashbangs in broad daylight? Don't you know it's light pollution and disturbing the peace? Don't you have any public decency? You look so effeminate, why are you brandishing a sword? I'll give you a fan and you can go dance in a skirt! You're rich, becoming a national goddess isn't a dream! Have you ever considered becoming a nun? I have connections! If you put on some glamorous makeup, you'll definitely have a ton of simps!"

Just like the reporter, with each word spoken by Mr. Delusional, the holy light on Raphael's body and the veins on his forehead would grow stronger, and then Raphael would slash at Mr. Darkness even more fiercely.

Raphael forced Mr. Darkness aside and roared in their direction.

"Shut up! You're just George's dog. What right do you have to talk nonsense to me? You just wait. Once I kill George, I'll use your bones to build a toilet for the Guardian Legion!"

The guards were offended.

Just as Lyle was about to fight for his personal rights, Mr. Dark rushed back.

"Shut up! You're just a little brother angel. Even when you beat a dog, you have to consider its owner. How dare you try to hurt my dogs! And you even want to use them to fix the toilet! I haven't even used them!"

"..."

Raphael shone brightly, suppressing the darkness.

“You’re the one who should shut up! Traitor! I’m not only going to kill your dog, I’m going to slaughter you and use your bones as clothes hangers.”

Mr. Darkness laughed loudly, "Foolish, aren't you? I am the void, I have no bones!"

"..." Raphael did not reply, tightening his grip on his sword.

On Lyle's side, the conversation also devolved into a minor dispute.

The reporter's humanity suddenly awakened.

"I was saying, the Dark Boss called us dogs, and I feel so wronged."

Has the reporter finally become a normal person?

"Let us turn our backs on the darkness and turn to the Holy Light."

It's completely broken.

The gentleman had intended to speak and join the group, but his body was already tightly bound by Vera Liz's shadow tentacles. Her claws rested on the gentleman's jawbone, as if caressing him. "If you dare to mess with them, utter a single word, I'll tear a bone off you. It doesn't matter, every piece of Evanrit is family to me."

Mr. Delusional emitted a strange electronic sound, and the ripples on the image flickered.

“I think it’s fine to call us dogs. We are living like dogs right now.”

Mr. Delusional, while living a life of ignominy isn't a good thing, he's not that bad either.

"You're right, it's wishful thinking. I actually had some bad thoughts. The Holy Light must have tempted me. It's true that making up stories about Remontos's romantic encounters with demons has messed up my brain. I need to take a vacation."

The reporter shouted.

"Mr. Darkness, you must win, or dog lovers and animal protection associations will come after you!"

"???"

While resisting Mr. Darkness, he paused for a moment upon hearing his favorite subordinate's words.

With that, Raphael stabbed the Vendit Gun through Darkness's chest, piercing him completely.

"Oh no! During the fierce battle with the angel Raphael, the Dark Lord was pierced through by the angel's greatsword! The Dark Lord is now at a disadvantage!"

Mr. Delusional slapped the reporter.

"Are you an idiot? In a battle of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), the narration is very important! The way you describe it changes the tide of the battle. If Mr. Darkness believes it, we really can't win!"

Mr. Delusional organized his thoughts.

"Was Mr. Darkness really seriously injured by the angel Raphael due to a momentary lapse in concentration? Wrong! Although it may seem that way, in reality, Mr. Darkness used his hidden technique! 100% physical disarming! How terrifying Mr. Darkness is, so meticulous! He pretended to be careless, but actually sacrificed himself to cast a spell and physically disarm your weapon!"

"Now Angel Raphael's weapon is stuck too deep and can't be pulled out at all! How cunning Mr. Darkness is! He's rendered the opponent's weapon useless!"

As Mr. Delusional explained, Mr. Darkness let out a cackling laugh.

"That's right! Raphael, as the weakest angel, your power depends entirely on the Holy Sword! Without the Holy Sword, you are nothing! This victory is mine, the victory of darkness!"

Raphael stared expressionlessly at Darkness, who was still laughing loudly with a sword stuck in his body.

With a wave of his hand, he captured Nogburn, which was hovering behind him.

“Idiot, I have four swords now.” Raphael brandished his sword toward the darkness. “Try your so-called Exterminator again. Can’t do it? I’ll help you.”

"Nogburn? Ha, that trash sword..."

“You should show respect to your dead brothers, George, especially the one you killed!” Raphael roared, stabbing Nogburn into the dark body, stopping again amidst Mr. Dark’s painful screams.

“Dark Knight.” The third sword, a dark red longsword, was gripped by Raphael, pointed diagonally at the Dark Lord who had been stabbed twice.

"Darklight Sword? You actually used my power against me?"

"Using the power of raiders against raiders, how interesting, isn't it? George, you have tarnished the name of Dark Knight's holy sword, feel its humiliation." The third sword plunged into Mr. Dark's body.

Lyle covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers at the Dark Lord, who had been pierced by three holy swords. It was a terrible sight, but the Dark Lord's survivability was also ridiculously strong; he was still standing.

Mr. Delusional was still explaining earnestly from the side.

"A scheme! It's all a scheme! The cunning Mr. Dark has successfully seized the angel's three holy swords, directly weakening the angel's power by three-quarters!"

"That's terrifying!"

"This is so dark!"

Chapter 260 The Victory of Darkness

"The battle continues! Mr. Darkness has gained the upper hand, and now Angel Raphael has only one weapon left. Is he finally going to be defeated?"

Mr. Delusional's explanation continued. Although Lyle couldn't figure out how Mr. Dark, with three swords stuck in his body, had gained the upper hand, the outcome was about to be decided.

The final holy sword floated behind Raphael, its long blade adorned with gold and jewels, gleaming brightly. It didn't resemble a sword; it was more like a work of art. The previous three holy swords, while aesthetically pleasing, still conveyed a sense of sharpness—swords that had seen blood. This one, however, was entirely different, radiating an aura of light and warmth, like a beautifully crafted amulet floating in the air. If the other three holy swords were likened to towering knights galloping across the battlefield, then this one was like a handsome young man playing the lute on the city walls.

Even though its radiance is already as hot as fire.

Raphael did not immediately launch an attack; his eyes were fixed on the light of the holy sword, and the rage and panting from fighting the darkness had vanished.

“You know, George. All these years, I’ve had this idea in my mind that what happened back then might not have been what I saw. I can’t believe that the divine light, our future has become so bleak. Answer me, George, what really happened back then? Why is it like this now? Why did you kill Galaron? Were you really corrupted by the darkness?”

The fanaticism on Mr. Dark's face vanished, his ethereal body showed no expression, and the flames of holy light expanded around him.

“Raphael, you’ve been a fool all along. Justice is just a set of rules we use to bind our inferior kind. We are the leaders; those slogans are just empty words. You’ve always followed that man’s words, you bunch of brainwashed fools. Darkness is the eternal truth! You are just a bunch of pathetic worms struggling in this stupid world. I just did what I had to do, clearing away the idiots who stood in my way. And you are next!” Darkness roared, drawing his dark sword Darknight, its blade a sinister crimson, and charging towards Raphael.

"Sword of Light!" The holy sword embedded in Darkness began to glow, the light from the three holy swords intertwining and forming a cage of light that enveloped Darkness. Mr. Darkness was frozen in mid-air.

"You haven't seen this divine spell before, George. After all, you've only seen me wield the Vendit Gauntlet. Even an idiot would improve after all this time. If you've caused the Holy Light to dim for such a foolish reason, George, dying at the hands of the fool you speak of would probably be the greatest insult I can inflict upon you."

"Turmond." The final holy sword erupted with scorching light and heat.

It felt like Raymond himself was there.

Raphael raised the exquisite holy sword high with both hands, and particles of light, accompanied by incantations, transformed into a pillar of light reaching the heavens, as if connecting to an invisible paradise. In the light, Raphael was bathed in golden light. His face was exquisitely gentle, like that of an angel just awakening. The pillar of light gathered terrifying power.

"George, this world deserves the Holy Light to proclaim justice."

"Turmond, Breaking Army Strike."

Just then, the massive beam of light was about to strike the completely immobile Mr. Darkness.

Mr. Darkness spoke.

“Raphael, this world is far worse than you imagine. For example, do you know that I planted plague bombs that covered the entire holy city of Locarrot?”

Raphael's eyes widened. "Impossible! You absolutely couldn't have done that. You've been in my sight ever since you arrived here. You had no chance to do such a thing!"

Mr. Darkness looked at him mockingly.

"How can you be sure I didn't go to Locarrot first? You know, my men performed a rather complicated summoning ritual. Why did it take so long when a summoning ritual could have been completed in an instant? You should remember that one of my subordinates was the former Plague Reaper, right? Think about it, my level of plague magic erupted in Locarrot, oh, and your Guardian Legion too. How can it be called a true holy city without experiencing real disaster?"

"No, you wouldn't do that, I know you! You would never do something so troublesome, George!"

"Heh heh heh, all you know is George. I am more than just George. I am darkness, cunning evil. What a wonderful choice, to defeat a traitor, to make an entire city pay with its life, and incidentally, to reduce a festival of the Holy Light, three days of fasting, oh, how disgusting. Oh, my foolish brother, the angel Raphael, he certainly wouldn't abandon his followers and citizens, would he? Because he is a righteous man."

Raphael gritted his teeth.

"mean."

"Thank you for your praise. I've decided to shorten the outbreak by ten minutes. There's one minute left. Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven..."

Raphael let out a shout and flew away as a streak of light, the holy sword that bound Mr. Darkness flying away with him.

"Aaaaaaah, George, I'll kill you next time!!!"

The angel's light eventually disappeared into the distance.

"Victory is the result of my cunning and dark schemes! Hahahaha!"

Lyle and the others came out as they watched Mr. Dark succeed through his schemes and tricks.

"That's awesome, boss!"

"Hahahaha, I am the Great Demon King of Darkness! Victory is a piece of cake!"

Unlike Mr. Reporter, Mr. Delusional was not as unconventional. Just like an actor who had finished his work mode, he returned to his original indifferent self.

"Boss, did you really plant a plague bomb in that holy city called Locarrot?"

“No, it’s a real pain. That idiot Raphael wouldn’t dare take the risk. Someone like him, I can make him pay even more next time.” Dark looked at Vera Liz standing next to the gentleman. “You’d better keep my conversation with Raphael a secret, or I’ll be in a lot of trouble. And if I’m in trouble, you’ll be in a lot of trouble. Understand, Sacrifice?”

Vera Liz felt a chill run down her spine. "I understand."

The gentleman was comforting Vera Liz, who was hiding behind him, while the delusional gentleman stopped the reporter from disturbing them.

"Boss, you didn't actually go all out, did you? We completed the most complete summoning ritual this time, and you didn't even exert the minimum level of combat power you would have against Mr. Raymond. A mage playing melee combat, what a ridiculous idea you had, taking a greatsword with your bare hands."

"Delusion! That was clearly you who said it! I was just doing what you said! Don't slander me!"

"Do ethereal beings feel pain? When you were stabbed by the greatsword, your screams were enough to terrify me, a machine."

Mr. Darkness shrugged and bandaged his body. "At least I'll feel it when the Holy Light burns."