The Archangel of Death - Chapter 178
178: Retrun 178: Retrun Chapter 178 In an inn of some unknown city, two old men sat at a table, enjoying their tea.
They conversed about various things before the topic shifted to a certain individual.
“Do you think he would be a danger in the future?” One old man asked.
“I doubt it.
As long as his limits aren’t crossed, he wouldn’t do anything.
That’s the impression I have gotten of him so far.” The other old man replied.
Although the first old man knew about the individual longer, he hadn’t seen the individual show all of his cards.
“And what does Orion think?” The second old man asked since it was kind of his turn.
The way he had addressed the emperor of the sole human empire suggested he was also very powerful himself.
“He has decided to wait and see.
We had tried to use the boy but he turned our game against us.
It was his subtle message that he didn’t like to be played with.” The first old man replied before he asked, “And since you have allied yourself with him, have you received something significant?
You said you did but I’m still curious what a person of his power can give you.” The second old man quietly pulled a vial out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
It was a familiar vial the first old man had seen but the color seemed a little lighter than the one he had seen.
“It isn’t the one you saw.
Its effects are different.
It replenishes mana, completely.” The second old man explained seeing the contemplative gaze on the first old man.
“And he told us he had a shortage of these.” The first old man scoffed.
“You know as well as I do why he did that.” The second old man replied, pointing at the politics of the first old man’s nation.
The first old man couldn’t help but agree internally but he was still a little offended that he wasn’t told personally.
“Don’t worry,” The second old man once again read the look on the first old man and said, “He has promised to provide us with an ample supply of these for the Dungeons of Diamonds.” The first old man was a little taken aback before he let out a short laugh, “And here I thought we would all be heading to our deaths.
It’s good to know we now have insurance.” “He seemed to know that too.” The second old man said.
The first old man paused, confused, he asked, “What?” “He knew about the Dungeons of Diamonds.
And he also seemed to know about the accident that awaits us in there.” The second old man said.
“Then,” The first old man leaned in and whispered, “Does he know of the oracle?” “I don’t think he does.
He knew that on his own.
Actually,” The second old man replied but then paused.
He wasn’t sure of his own analysis so he hesitated to say it but he decided to let it out in the end, “I think he is one himself.” “What?” The first old man was now flabbergasted.
The words didn’t need to be clear for him to understand.
“Are you sure of this?” “No.
But so far his actions point towards that.
For the orientation, at first, I thought he bribed an instructor but he didn’t.
The situation seemed the same for the first and second tests as well.
And some of his actions regarding a few cases, he knew of them beforehand.” The second old man replied.
Once or twice was a coincidence, but the third time wasn’t one, it was a pattern.
Anyone could see that.
“Still, it would be better not to draw any conclusions.” The second old man said.
The first old man knew what that meant.
They decided to keep it among themselves for now.
Just as they were about to continue, the table began to shake.
It wasn’t just the table, the floor, and the building then soon followed.
The tremors were too much for such a fragile building to bear and it showed the signs of crumbling.
The first old man calmly raised his hand and the building stopped shaking.
The second old man turned his attention to the window in front of him, behind the first old man where he could see a pillar of light extending to the sky as far as his eye went.
The second old ma knew where that pillar was.
“Bellator.” He said before he disappeared from his spot.
****** “Is there really no other way?!” A pale-skinned man asked, banging his hands on the round table where other individuals were also seated.
“Calm down.
You know as well as we do what the issue is.
None of us expected the humans to act united and reinforce Quantico.” Demon king, Astaroth said.
An elven woman, the elven queen, Julianna said, trying to placate the pale-skinned vampire.
She could understand his frustration and everyone at the table could, however, the facts could not be ignored.
It wasn’t just that Quantico was reinforced, both by better defenses and an army, but also the fact that the surrounding cities, all those that were connected to the vampire nation were all cleared.
If the united armies attacked from there, they would be nothing but sitting ducks given the distance between them.
The only option left was the sea but none of the races there were willing to go through the sea.
The seas of the Isis were no longer in use for seven thousand years.
Not since three guardian rank beasts had infested the sea along with hundreds and thousands of SS rank monsters.
Even if the Guardians of the united races went with them, they wouldn’t still win.
For one, even though there were four guardians of the united races, two of them were incapable of fighting at sea.
As for the other two.
Although they would be able to hold their ground against the monsters of the sea, they wouldn’t still win because they would be fighting on their opponent’s home ground.
“Can’t the gnomes do something about that?” The vampire asked, looking at the man half his size sitting opposite to him.
“No invention of the ancestors can help us defeat a guardian being.
Don’t speak nonsense.” The short man spoke, irritated by the stupid question.
“And what about the dwarves?” Julianna asked, exploring their options.
“Similarly, no artifact exists that can defeat a guardian being.
In the first place, there have been records of only one guardian being ever slain and even that was a corrupted one.
As for the artifact crafted from the bones, innards, and blood of that monster, no one in existence can wield that weapon.
“But do we even know where that weapon is?” Julianna asked.
Although according to the dwarves, it was a weapon that couldn’t be wielded, there was no harm in having an extra option.
“In the hands of the humans,” Astaroth spoke.
“Then let’s retrieve it,” Julianna said, sugarcoating the word steal.
“Not this one we can’t,” Astaroth replied.
Just as Julianna’s intelligence network was deeply infested in Bellator, Astaroth’s networks were spread out in the Cortum empire.
He had received the news of that weapon being found and the ones to find it were none other than the living human monsters of the world.
Julianna and everyone else at the table didn’t need to be specifically told who held that weapon.
Just the words that the weapon couldn’t be taken were enough to point at who.
There were a very small number of blessed in existence against whom Astaroth couldn’t go.
Even the vampire, who was suggesting to be aggressive couldn’t help but sit back down.
Even though his father was strong just like the human monsters, he was still just one.
Including Astaroth, that was two.
Fighting against three of the beings of the same rank wasn’t something they could endure.
Not to mention the power they practiced made them one notch stronger than their peers.
To sum up the meeting in one sentence, the allied races were at a loss.
They didn’t see any other way around this situation.
Their efforts to invest in a full-blown attack from the vampire nation had also been foiled when the humans stationed an army of ten thousand strong in the same city they were going to attack.
“In the end, we only have one option left.” The vampire said.
The others didn’t need to know what he meant, they knew full well themselves.
“How confident are you?” The dwarf at the table asked.
“If it’s just kidnapping, then I am very confident.” The vampire replied.
“Then we are willing to lend you a hand.
An artifact that we have recently made with the help of the gnomes.
I believe it would be very helpful to you.” The dwarf said.
“Many thanks.” The vampire replied.
The meeting came to an end but just as everyone was about to leave, a wave passed through two of the individuals present.
A wave of fear.
The vampire and Astaroth fell on their knees as their mind began to throb and their heartbeat quickened so much that it felt like their hearts would explode.
But the problem wasn’t with their bodies.
It was something deep within.
The soul.
The soul that held the memories of their ancestors was trembling.
Only one word appeared in their minds again and again, ‘Archangel.’ ******* In a faraway place, in the middle of a dense forest, in the middle of a cave, a man opened his eyes that glowed blue.
It wasn’t just him, but everyone around him woke up.
The only difference between him and them was that they had red eyes.
“The one who cursed our race had returned.
Find him.” The man calmly said to the others in the cave.
Everyone left the cave at a speed inhumanely impossible and began to howl like wolves, relaying the message of the blue-eyed man.
“The archangel, huh?” The blue-eyed man mused to himself.
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