The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 428
Chapter 428: 428
Seeing those eerie, broken teeth exposed from the Archangel’s twisted smile, Michelle’s whole body began to tremble violently. Her legs went weak as if the very ground beneath her had turned to water.
“You… don’t come close to me…” she whispered, her voice cracking with fear.
Her breathing quickened, and tears welled in her eyes. “Stay away from me! Stay away!” she screamed, stumbling backward, her body shaking uncontrollably.
But before she could move any further, an invisible force slammed into her like a giant hand crushing her chest.
BAM!
Her knees hit the ground as blood started trailing from her nose, ears, and even her eyes. The unbearable pressure made her skull feel like it was being squeezed from all directions. She clawed at her own neck, gasping for air, her vision spinning in a red haze.
“Save me… Ahhhhhhh!” she shrieked in agony, her voice echoing across the shattered battlefield.
The Archangel of War lowered her hand slowly and pointed at Michelle, her expression cold and merciless.
“Scream all you want,” she said, her voice filled with calm cruelty. “But no one is coming to save you.”
Those words hit Michelle harder than the pressure itself. Her body froze, and the truth of her helplessness sank in. The realization shattered her spirit, and she screamed again, tears and blood mixing on her face.
“Nooooooo!”
The Archangel raised her eyes toward the sky, her wings spreading wide as she hovered higher. The blood-soaked light from her body illuminated the clouds like a crimson dawn.
“With this, I will bury you,” she declared coldly.
Crebs, barely standing, saw what was happening and roared, “We need to stop her!”
His desperate cry snapped everyone back to reality. Even those half-conscious from the earlier blast clenched their weapons and launched upward with all the strength they could muster.
But before anyone could reach her, a barrier of red energy spread out from her like a dome, violently repelling every attack. The shockwave sent everyone crashing back to the ground.
The Archangel laughed, her voice echoing with a haunting, broken rhythm. “It’s time to finish everyone. Time to finish… hahahaha…”
Her laughter grew distorted, the sound twisting into a sick melody that chilled every soul present.
Then, energy began to gather at her fingertip. The air around her warped as streams of black and crimson light coiled into a single point. The ground trembled as if the world itself feared what she was about to unleash.
The tiny spark on her finger grew into a swirling orb of condensed energy. It pulsed violently, expanding with each heartbeat until it became massive like a miniature sun bleeding darkness. The sphere hummed with unstable power, lightning crackling across its surface as distorted waves rippled through the sky.
Everyone below froze, their eyes wide in terror. The light from the orb cast their faces in red, making them look like ghosts awaiting judgment.
“It’s time to end this,” the Archangel said quietly, her tone almost serene. Then she pointed her finger downward.
The colossal orb began to fall. It tore through the clouds like a falling star, its descent accompanied by a deafening roar. The pressure was so immense that the very air burned, the ground beneath them starting to crack before it even landed.
And then—
SWISH!
A sudden sound, sharp and clean, sliced through the chaos. It was like paper being torn apart, but heavier… deadlier.
The orb stopped midair.
For a second, time itself seemed to hold its breath. Then, under everyone’s horrified gazes, the massive sphere split into two perfect halves.
BOOOOOM!
The explosion that followed was catastrophic.
A blinding flash swallowed the entire sky, turning everything white. A violent shockwave tore across the land, uprooting trees, shattering boulders, and flipping the earth like waves in an angry sea. The noise was deafening—like a thousand cannons going off at once.
The Archangel of War, caught in the center of it, was thrown back violently. Her wings twisted as she was slammed toward the ground like a comet.
CRAAAAASH!
The impact sent a cloud of dust and debris into the air. The shock spread through the ground, creating deep cracks that stretched for miles. Even those watching from afar were thrown to their knees, shielding their faces from the violent gust of wind.
As the dust slowly settled, the Archangel’s broken figure could be seen lying in a crater. Her wings were tattered, feathers falling like dying embers. Her once-perfect face was smeared with dirt and blood.
For a moment, she didn’t move. Then, with a sharp gasp, she pushed herself up, her expression no longer divine but furious twisted in rage and disbelief.
Her eyes darted wildly across the battlefield, searching for whoever dared to defy her. Her voice came out raw and furious.
“WHO IS ITTTT?” she screamed, her tone shaking the air.
“WHO IS THIS PERSON WHO DOESN’T VALUE HIS LIFE?”
Her wings flared open again, and her bloodshot eyes glowed with rage. “COME FORWARD, AND I SHALL OBLIGE… GIVING YOU A GRUESOME DEATH!”
Her voice echoed like thunder, carrying across the battlefield and into the shattered sky. The once untouchable Archangel of War now stood trembling with fury, her aura unstable and her pride shattered.
Everyone stared silently with thier hearts pounding, waiting to see who had dared to challenge a being like her.
“It’s me.”
CRUNG!
The sound was sharp and deep, like reality itself had been torn apart.
BOOOOM!
A crimson pillar of energy erupted into the sky, exploding outward like a storm of rage. The world was instantly dyed red. The air grew heavy with killing intent so strong it could choke the breath out of anyone nearby. Dust and debris floated, frozen midair, as if the atmosphere itself feared to move.
Everyone stopped. Their eyes tilted toward the source of the sound, their bodies refusing to obey their will. Even the Archangel of War hesitated.
She turned her head slightly, sensing a power so dark and ancient it made even her divine essence waver.
A deep, violent hum echoed across the battlefield. Then came the screams low, twisted, malevolent cries that didn’t belong to this world.
Kael’s eyes widened. His chest tightened. “Fuck… it’s here…” he muttered, feeling a mix of dread and wild exhilaration crawl through his veins. For the first time in his life, he felt true fear… and excitement.
GRRRRGGG!
SCRRRR!
The massive blood-red barrier that surrounded the area cracked. The air trembled, and with a final shatter, the barrier tore open.
Through the gaping rift, demons who had seen the person began pouring out. But they weren’t here to fight. They were running sprinting away from something that terrified even them. Their monstrous faces twisted in panic, their bodies trembling as they fled.
“Fuck, it’s him!” one shrieked.
“Run!” another wailed. “Run! He’s going to kill us!”
“He’s here…” whispered a third, their voice breaking into a sob.
Then came the sound.
THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…
Each heavy step echoed like a hammer against the earth. The ground shook with every footfall. The air turned colder with every second.
Behind the crowd of priests and Michelle, the tall shadow grew clearer. Michelle’s face brightened as she turned toward the sound, hoping to light up her terrified eyes.
“You came to save me, right?” she cried, running toward the figure. “You’re sent from the Church, so I order you in the name of the Goddess and light—kill that woman! Tear her head off and place it beneath my feet! Only then can I breathe in relief!”
Her voice trembled with arrogance and false confidence. A smirk even tugged at her lips. But that smirk vanished in the next heartbeat.
“Fuck off, bitch.”
SHNK!
Her head slid cleanly off her shoulders before anyone could react. Blood sprayed across the cracked ground, painting it red. Her head rolled forward, eyes still wide in disbelief, before a black boot came down and crushed it.
The masked man stood over her body, one foot pressing down on her headless corpse.
“What a disgusting piece of shit,” he muttered, his voice low and mocking. “How the hell are you alive, you monster trash? If I were in your place, I’d have killed myself.”
The voice snapped everyone as they saw the man.
The man’s long dark hair fluttered in the crimson wind. He was dressed in black, his mask cracked slightly across the cheek. In his hand, he carried a bundle of severed heads, still dripping blood.
And among them—
“It’s Rein’s head!” Martina screamed, her voice breaking.
Martina’s eyes widened. Rein’s lifeless face hung from the man’s grasp, still frozen in an expression of pure shock, as if even he didn’t know how he died.
“What?”
“Wasn’t he h..”she paused and looked around searching for Rein only to find a headless body rolling around.
The Archangel of War’s eyes locked onto the newcomer, and her wings flared open.
“You dare mock me?” she roared. “One of the greatest warriors of time?”
The man tilted his head slightly. “It seems you’re mistaking the ugliest evil being of all time for the greatest.”
Her voice rose, fury shaking the ground. “Do you even know who I am, boy? I am a being on par with Gods!”
Her wings spread wide, light and shadow swirling around her as her divinity flared to life.
But instead of backing down, the man started laughing. A low chuckle at first—then louder, rougher, until it echoed like madness.
“Hahahahahaha!”
She froze, her rage faltering for a moment. “Wha—”
Before she could finish, a wave of killing intent exploded from his body. The world trembled. The sky turned crimson. The earth cracked beneath his feet.
An eerie smile stretched across his lips, wide and unnatural. His laughter grew darker, twisted, echoing through every heart present.
“Kiekekekekekeke…”
The sound alone made even the Archangel take a step back.
Then, in a voice that chilled the air, he spoke.
“God… Angel… Demon… Devil… Spirits… they’re all the same.”
He lifted his bloodstained hand toward the sky.
“Because, in the end, they all blow up together.”