The Space-Time Channel's Guardian (Part 2)

The Golden Arbiter had no intention of wasting time on this Evil Witcher while he was burning his life to gain immense power. With a thunderous boom, his speed and strength nearly doubled, and he charged toward Migro.

"Die!"

Shaken by the power of the great Lord of Light, Migro lost the courage to fight back.

His instinct to hide from the purifying light, honed over a century, made him leap back. One of his spider legs was cut off.

"Explode!"

At his roar, a thunderous blast erupted, engulfing the Golden Arbiter in a cloud of poisonous corruption. But the endless, holy Power of Light within the Golden Arbiter dispelled it in an instant.

Such overwhelming power filled Migro with dread.

Whoosh!

The Golden Arbiter continued his pursuit, while Migro retreated again and again. The sight made the other Witchers assigned to guard the area look grim.

They were the last remnants of dignity in Orora's Dark World.

But...

Just as the Witchers were about to use the terrain to help Migro hold out, the golden nobles of the Holy Knight Order began burning their lives as well, transforming into war machines and summoning angels!

"Damn it! Even here, we can't stop those angels from descending?"

Knowing just how fearsome these war machines were, the guardian Witchers had no interest in helping Migro anymore. They focused their attention on the descending war angels.

"Thankfully, most are only two-winged angels. There are only eight four-winged ones."

The guardian Witcher sighed in relief.

He knew all too well how terrifying these weapons of war were. If several six-winged angels had appeared at once, he would have already fled in the opposite direction through the Space-Time Channel.

Even so, the descending angels put them under tremendous pressure. They could only rely on the