Chapter 2225
The despair written all over Fandral's face struck Alvin as a little funny...
Explaining the helplessness of a "god" to an Earthling—however you looked at it, there was something darkly humorous about that.
If Fandral was trying to stir Alvin's sympathy, he'd picked the wrong approach.
Alvin glanced at the angels, silver radiance rising from their bodies, and at the Fallen Einherjar with black wings on their backs, every one of them reeking of evil...
These guys were clearly a cut above those self-immolating demons!
The Einherjar had shed their flesh, and the energy-made wings on their backs made them look far more impressive than the angels some third-rate game Designer would come up with.
Eight high-energy angels with silver wings and ten Fallen Angels with black wings stood in a loose ring behind Fandral, apparently worried Alvin might decide to cut down the last member of Vanaheim's Royal Demons at the drop of a hat.
A tall, handsome angel kept staring at him. Alvin smiled and said, "I think I get it now. You're all high-ranking figures.
"I ran into a guy named Remiel before, and then found another guy named Metatron inside the 'Golden Apple.'
"The rest of you must have names too. Let's hear them..."
Alvin looked at the tall angel and smiled. "Put that look away. I'm about to cut you all down, and every cell in my body is telling me I'll benefit greatly from it.
"But I'll give Fandral a little time, because he has a loyal friend."
The tall angel stepped forward, his expression grave. In a deep voice that echoed with absurd grandeur, he said, "I haven't come to beg for mercy. I only wish to escort Fandral through his final moments."
The tall angel raised a hand to stop