Sacred, dazzling, magnificent, deadly.
Light surged from behind Iver, dispelling all the darkness before him.
When the radiance of Lost Paradise faded, the Blood Angel had already lost that awe-inspiring majesty no one could look directly at.
The black-haired girl's body was now covered in cracks, like a painting that had been torn to pieces and barely pieced back together. It possessed a breathtaking beauty born of ruin.
This also meant that the Blood Angel's already scant remaining life would be completely burned away here.
Iver had not even used the power of Lucifer's Wings.
He had neither summoned the offensive Great Sin Beast nor called forth the Night Demon, which had already advanced to the Sixth Level... Nor had he fused with the Great Sin Beast to unfurl even grander wings of color.
The most ordinary Lost Paradise alone had been enough to completely defeat the Blood Angel—
The Blood Angel was indeed considerably weaker than the Fallen Angel. After all, she had not fully become a god—she had not completed her own path to becoming a "Perfect Being"—so her divinity was incomplete.
It was just like how the Banquet Master, having lost part of his liver, had also lost the authority over "wine" connected to that part, and thus could never step into the realm of the Celestial Angels. Likewise, the Blood Angel had not fully completed her own proof, so the power she possessed was not especially formidable. This was why Iver had dared to come here directly with only a few people.
It was precisely because the Blood Angel's killing power was not that strong.
Yet from another perspective, the Blood Angel who had descended into the Material Realm was also among the most tenacious of all Celestial Angels in terms of vitality—if she did not