Looking Back Fifty Years Later

Whether Gabriel's actions had angered God was hard to say, but Russell's foul mouth had definitely angered Gabriel.

The moment the words "fallen from favor" appeared, Gabriel's mentality exploded on the spot. Her expression turned savage as she let out a furious roar. The Holy Spear became a streak of white radiance and stabbed straight beneath Russell's ribs.

A beam of light pierced the heavens. Only when it turned into a twinkling star at the horizon did the calm sea catch up, erupting into towering waves.

Was this woman insane?

Russell raised his longsword against the flashes raining down from all directions. His dense power of darkness was firmly suppressed by the light. It was not that Gabriel had concealed her strength earlier; she had suddenly gone berserk, burning through her energy without regard for the consequences.

In the past, Russell often provoked his enemies with words during battle, taking the opportunity to find an opening and defeat them.

Later, he rarely did that anymore, because it had become meaningless. As his enemies grew stronger, verbal attacks seemed pale and powerless. At most, he occasionally flipped them the bird.

He had only never expected Gabriel to have such a fragile heart. One sentence—"Daddy doesn't love her"—and she immediately broke down.

Good, break down!

Russell secretly rejoiced. Gabriel might look imposing now, radiance blooming with every gesture, as if she were an invincible God of War.

Once this burst of momentum passed, Russell had plenty of ways to make her cry!

Rumble!!

The gale howled, and a beam of holy light pressed down upon the sea, raising monstrous waves.

Moonlight shrouded Gabriel's three pairs of wings. She left a trail of gleaming brilliance where she stood, speeding across the water as her spear traced a strange arc and thrust toward Russell's