Backup Triggered, Archangel!

Life returned to normal. A whole week passed without anything happening.

"Was it really just my imagination?"

After class that day, Zhang Yang returned to his dormitory. After digesting the spells taught by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts, he checked the backup measure he had left behind. Finding no response, he finally relaxed.

After taking a shower, Zhang Yang had only lain in bed for a few minutes when his backup measure was triggered!

"Just as I thought!!!"

Zhang Yang sprang out of bed. A Portal had already appeared. He stepped through it and emerged within a Holy Realm.

A real Holy Realm!

Here, the power of holy light was greatly amplified!

Angels symbolizing holiness stood everywhere, fully armed and seemingly on guard against something!

The only thing that did not fit with the holiness was the unconscious person lying on the judgment platform at the center of the Holy Realm.

Angela Dawson!

"An enemy has invaded!"

The moment Zhang Yang passed through the Portal, all the angels turned in unison, their weapons aimed at him. "Attack!"

There was no greeting and no pre-battle trash talk. A war between countless angels and a single mortal began.

Zhang Yang did not waste words either. Facing this vast number of angels, he merely cast a glance, and a gigantic tornado that reached the heavens suddenly appeared.

Its immense suction made the diving angels unable to stop. Their trajectories changed, and they hurtled straight toward the tornado.

Under that terrifying pulling force, these extraordinary angels could not hold on for even a second before they were torn apart, their remains merging into the tornado.

"Form ranks and fall back!"

One of the angels with four wings shouted orders. Countless angels retreated slowly, moving like a precision machine.

But was Zhang Yang's attack really so simple?

Of course not!

Three more identical tornadoes appeared throughout the Holy Realm, joining the first to occupy the east, south, west, and north.

Endless pulling force acted upon every angel, making it difficult for them even to remain in place.

Zhang Yang began walking toward the center of the Holy Realm, step by step.

The four hurricanes gradually closed in toward the center along with his movements.

The outermost angels finally could not endure any longer. Their wings snapped, the power of holy light could no longer sustain their bodies, and they were shredded by the endless pulling force, blood scattering through the air.

Once there was one, there came a second, then a third...

Before Zhang Yang reached the center of the Holy Realm, the angel legion had already been annihilated, save for the four-winged angel commander.

"You..."

The four-winged angel watched helplessly as his comrades were torn to pieces one after another. Bloody tears dripped from his eyes. He opened his mouth, about to condemn Zhang Yang's cruelty, when the power within him went haywire.

The price of that chaos was that he could no longer maintain his balance. Like his comrades, those two-winged angels, he was torn into pieces.

When Zhang Yang stepped onto the judgment platform, the four tornadoes had vanished at some point, and the Holy Realm returned to its original state.

Only, those angels were no longer there.

"Wake up."

Zhang Yang came to Angela's side and patted her cheek. "It's time to go home."

"Go home?"

A voice came from behind Zhang Yang. When he turned around, he saw a figure.

The woman who had once tried to steal his kill—Saint Jiali Gabriel!

"Did you do all this?"

Zhang Yang stood up and looked at the saint, who was half a head shorter than him. "Why?"

"For no reason."

Holy radiance erupted from Jia Li's body as a terrifying power continuously gathered. "Everything is for Mother."

"Well done, my daughter."

An ethereal voice sounded beside Zhang Yang's ear. Within the holy white light, Jia Li's appearance had changed.

This appearance... Zhang Yang found it very familiar.

"Very familiar?"

The descended Archangel Gabriel noticed Zhang Yang's confusion and spoke in an ethereal voice. "You should indeed find it familiar."

"That's right. This appearance belongs to the Sorcerer Supreme of your Kamar-Taj—The Ancient One, who just caused havoc in the Heaven Dimension."

"I don't like being bald, so I kept the hair."

Archangel Gabriel walked through the void and arrived before Zhang Yang. The boundless power within her made the entire Holy Realm respond. "Well? Do I look like her?"

"Pretty similar."

Zhang Yang nodded. There was no denying it—she really did resemble The Ancient One. If she shaved off that head of golden hair, they would be virtually identical!

"I think you're very talented."

Gabriel rested her chin on Zhang Yang's shoulder, her breath warm against him. "Why not join Heaven? I can recommend you to become an Archangel."

"The eighth one, and the only male Archangel besides the fallen Lucifer!"

"What do you say?"

Gabriel's voice carried a peculiar power. Her final question echoed endlessly in Zhang Yang's mind.

This was a spell unique to Heaven. As long as the listener's will was not firm enough, they would devote themselves completely to believing in God and become a loyal follower.

Honestly, this method was no different from Hell's power to beguile people.

"This kind of trick won't work on me."

Zhang Yang shook his head. Boundless magic power suddenly erupted. Even Archangel Gabriel could not withstand it and was forced away from Zhang Yang.

"What tremendous power."

Gabriel's gaze at Zhang Yang grew even more desirous, but with The Ancient One's face, Zhang Yang honestly found it difficult to entertain any other thoughts.

"Since you refuse to join Heaven voluntarily, then..."

Gabriel condensed a longsword from holy light and flicked it through a flourish. "I can only resort to force."

"You want to play with swords?"

Zhang Yang raised a hand, and Vishanti's Sacred Sword appeared in his grasp. Under Gabriel's eager, battle-hungry gaze, he flicked his wrist.

Don't misunderstand. He was not performing a sword flourish.

Twelve Vishanti's Sacred Swords appeared in succession and flew toward Gabriel amid her shocked gaze.

As an Archangel, battle instincts were engraved into her genes. Even before she could react mentally, her muscle memory had already taken over, knocking aside the incoming Vishanti's Sacred Swords one by one.

Though the sacred flames had no bonus damage against Hell-type creatures, they were not canceled out by holy light either. They burned solidly upon Gabriel's longsword until it turned to ash.

"Twelve aren't enough?"

Zhang Yang frowned. "Then... twenty-four... Forget it, let's do this properly!"

At a thought, one hundred and eight Vishanti's Sacred Swords appeared in midair, completely surrounding Gabriel.

The sacred flames burning along the blades were so hot that even the space within the Holy Realm could not endure them, twisting and warping.

Gabriel's expression was exceptionally complicated at that moment.

Shock, disbelief, regret... dozens of expressions shifted across her face.

It was rather amusing.

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