The Archangel of Death - Chapter 342

342: Found you 342: Found you Chapter 342 The man with the disfigured face didn’t say anything.

If he didn’t reply aggressively to my taunt, then he was more composed than I thought.

That only made things complicated.

From the looks of it, that was his only negative point, and even when I pointed it out, he didn’t react to it which spoke volumes of how difficult to rile up he would be.

If I couldn’t rile him up, it would be very difficult to make him fess up.

“That’s it?” He asked, “That’s the best you got?

I don’t even feel anything about this.” I nodded and said, “So it seems.

So,” I paused before I asked, “Why don’t you jog my memory?

I just can’t seem to guess who you are.” “Well, I can tell you.

But then, it wouldn’t be no fun.” The man said, his tone amused by the current situation we were in.

I remained unresponsive.

Even an idiot could tell he was wasting time.

Since that was the case, I didn’t see any merit in wasting time here anymore.

Since I had also stalled for enough time.

[Magic bullet x200] [Sword of the Valiant Knight has been equipped] [You are alone in battle] [The sword effects would be applied] [All stats +10] [Archangel’s blessing has been activated] [All stats +50%] My stamina recovery wasn’t as fast as it used to be.

The effects of the soul damage remained even after it had been repaired.

Stamina’s recovery was just one of those effects.

So after a battle like that, coming here straight using a teleportation sacrifice magic, I wasn’t in the best of conditions.

So, when the other guy was chatty, I only welcomed it.

While wasting time meant I also didn’t know what was happening to Becca, there was no way I could help her in my condition as well so stalling for time was the best option.

Besides, there was one more trick I had up my sleeve.

All I had to do was wait for it to be activated.

I had no doubt it wouldn’t go wrong.

After all, I had nine months to carve it.

Carve it straight on the insides of a pregnant woman.

~~ Becca opened her eyes, her head aching a little.

She looked around, seeing no one else other than her in what seemed like a bedroom.

Red sheets and red curtains, paired with a red carpet and golden chandelier, the room seemed like the perfect blend of gold and red.

Sunlight entered through the glass windows of the room, illuminating the room in its yellowish glow.

The chirping of birds on the outside only added more charm to the atmosphere.

Becca was left utterly confused.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen that scene before, but it was a time so long ago that she didn’t even properly remember it now.

Yet, the current atmosphere made her feel as calm as ever.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Becca heard a voice, making her startle but when she saw the owner of the voice, her voice words were stuck in her throat.

She couldn’t believe what was happening.

The person before her couldn’t be there.

It wasn’t possible for such a thing to happen.

After all… “I buried you,” Becca said, her words leaving her mouth instinctively.

“Sweetie?” The woman, the owner of the voice, a middle-aged woman, with streaks of white hair mixed with her jet-black hair gave her an otherworldly charm, smiled, and said, “What nonsensical things are you saying first thing in the morning?

Come one, get up now.

You need to eat.

It’s good for the baby as well.” Becca remained silent.

She couldn’t understand what was happening.

She looked down, her swollen belly in her sight.

She could feel something from within her.

A heartbeat.

A heartbeat different than her own.

“What is going on?

Where’s Gabriel?” Becca swiftly asked as she looked at her belly, the current situation no longer concerning to her.

She needed to find him.

Only he could help her.

“Who’s Gabriel?” The woman asked, coming closer to Becca.

“Stay away from me!” Becca shouted, getting up and moving away from the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman was startled by the sudden shout and worriedly asked, “Becca.

Honey, what’s wrong?

You’re making me worried over here.” “No!

You’re not my mom!

I buried her with my own hands!

You’re not her!

You’re not her!!!” Becca yelled and yelled as she referred to the middle-aged woman as her mother, the one she had already buried.

“Ge-George!

Come in here!

Hurry!” Becca’s supposed mother worriedly called for someone else.

George, the man she was calling for, was already making his way when he heard Becca shout, so he was close when the mother called for him.

As George, a handsome blonde man, entered the room, Becca froze stiffly in her spot as she was.

Geroge, a man she once knew, a man whom she held fantasies about, and the man who was also the greatest horror of her life, was standing just inches away from her.

There was only one thing she could do.

She broke down.

“No… No… This is not happening… This is not happening…” She fell on her knees, her hands on her ears, her head low as if she couldn’t accept the reality around her but she couldn’t escape from it either, “This is not real… You’re dead… I killed you… You’re dead…” “What’s wrong?” George asked.

“I-I don’t know.

This never happened before.” The woman worriedly said.

Geroge, looking at Becca worriedly, tried to get close to her but just as he moved closer to her, Becca got worse, “NO!

NO!

NO!

Don’t come near me!!!

YOU MONSTER!!!” Geroge stopped in his tracks.

Becca’s mother did so as well.

Whatever this was, it was serious and they had no idea what to do about it.

“No… you’re not real… Save me… Gabriel… Save me…” Becca kept muttering with her head down, too afraid to even look up.

“Well,” Geroge spoke, the earlier worry nowhere to be detected in his voice, “I think the gig is up.

The bit*h isn’t affected much.” Becca’s mother as well, laughed, as if she found the situation funny, “I was looking forward to having this play for a little bit longer.

It would have been so much fun if she thought we were his family and she would have lived here happily ever after.” “Ahhh…” Geroge moaned in delight, “Just imagining her expression gives me chills of delight.” “Hahaha.

It definitely would have been a sight to see.” The woman said.

“Haa…” George sighed in disappointment as he said, “Well, anyway, now that our fun is spoiled.

Let’s just take her.

He is expecting her.” The woman trembled.

The mere mention of the man who was akin to their god was enough to make her tremble in fear involuntarily.

She, along with Geroge, moved closer to Becca to pick her up.

However, just as they were inches away from him, Becca began to glow.

The glow, something which was almost too dim to be seen at first, began to intensify.

Soon enough, the glow became so bright that both the figures in front of Becca couldn’t keep their eyes open.

A pattern began to appear on Becca, a pattern that couldn’t be distinguished instantly because of how bright it was.

However, it didn’t take long before the pattern on Becca, something that was coming from her belly, began to clear up for anyone who could bear the brightness to see.

The pattern formed into a set of words that read like so… Fu*k off, fu*kers.

Boom!!!

“Ahhh!!!!” Screams of pain spread throughout the space as the light that was coming from Becca intensified to the point that everything around her began to melt.

Melt and disintegrate.

The power that was sleeping inside her for months, the power that didn’t go to her baby, the power that was planted a failsafe, erupted at once when her mind was in danger.

Or was it her life?

Unfortunately, no one could tell.

The only reality was that there was nothing left of the space around her.

All that was left in that place was none other than Becca.

And, her location.

~~ “No matter… What you do… You’re already lost.” The disfigured man said as he knelt before Gabriel, who, like always, stood with a look of arrogance as he gazed at his opponent with coldness in his eyes.

He didn’t care one bit about what the man was saying.

Now that he knew who he was, he didn’t care whether he lived or died because he didn’t want to hear another word coming from this man.

He had killed him and he would have no qualms doing it again.

After all, the world was a better place without people like this guy.

Gabriel didn’t think for another second and swung his sword, killing the man for good but before he did so, he also used soul power on his weapon, so that never, ever, could this man come to life again in any way.

With the disintegration of his sword, which couldn’t bear the effects of the ‘Divine Demon sword art’ and his soul power, Gabriel sighed and looked around.

Looking past the throes of dead bodies, his eyes locked onto the single place that could be an exit from there.

The observation room where the man was.

However, just as he was about to move, he felt something.

Something familiar.

He turned to look behind him where a bright white light was coming from.

“Found you,” was all he said before he began to make his way over there.

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