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Amid the endless radiance, a tall, slender figure in white appeared.
He stood in midair like the source of Holy Light, as though every ray in the universe had gathered around him. He was dazzling, his presence sharp enough to cut.
Archangel of Justice Tyrael!
Or rather, what had arrived was only his projection, one that held most of his will.
"Whew..."
Izual and the Elf Ruler let out long breaths. Seeing Tyrael standing before them, they finally relaxed.
Archangel of Justice Tyrael was a living legend in the Divine Realm, more powerful and ancient than even those old relics. Since primordial times, he had appeared only rarely, but almost every appearance had shaken the world. Every being in the Divine Realm knew that the Angel Race had someone unfathomable among its ranks. His likeness was known to all its peoples.
"Oh..."
The Three Demon Gods' low voice rose. It was strange, as if three voices had blended into one, carrying a trace of rasping coldness. It sounded indistinct and muddled, yet somehow perfectly clear.
"That is my spoil of war now. If you want it, trade your life for it!"
The Three Demon Gods' towering body rose higher, as though even the lower half hidden within the Source of Chaos energy was about to emerge. Vast waves of Darkness Power surged out, and the pressure on the surrounding space suddenly soared. Three heads and six pairs of eyes locked onto Tyrael's projection.
This opponent was formidable, and the Three Demon Gods took him seriously. Tyrael was on an entirely different level from the four God Kings before him. This ancient angel could truly rival him.
Even as a mere