The Emperor had killed people in many ways. Of course, not everything he killed was human. At the very least, what he was killing at this moment was not human.
The Sword of Flame swung, heavenly fire surging forth and throwing his face into a merciless glare. The surface of his gilded armor reflected the flames in terrifying colors, and under such an assault, naturally, no Angels could keep a whole form before him.
The same went even for those corpses dyed green.
The Emperor's slaughter was swift, yet also careful. Even in the gaps between kills, he still had the presence of mind to collect those soul cores.
The mage naturally had no time to tell him about this, but without needing any reason, the Emperor could still see what these so-called Angels, who did not live up to their name, had once been.
He could hear those humans' suffering, and he could see their twisted faces.
Anger surged up from deep in his chest. The Emperor of Mankind said nothing, and the fabricated identity seemed utterly genuine because of his emotions and bearing in that moment.
He continued to swing the Flame Sword, and beside him, a blazing golden meteor roared past, using its enormous mass to smash hundreds of thousands of Angels to pieces.
The flames that burned afterward incinerated The Void completely. But beyond the Emperor's expectations, faint chanting rose from those burning remains.
Deliverance. The word flashed through the Emperor's mind.
So he really was a qualified priest...
The former Priest's voice sounded by the Emperor's ear. "We've already killed a lot of them, but their numbers haven't gone down. That means there must be a Portal nearby leading directly from Eternal Heaven, my friend."
The Priest clicked his tongue irritably.
"This old, worn-out human-wave