Reunion (2)
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Among the angels residing in Elpante, there are many, but among them, the highest-ranking angel is Nungcheon-sa.
In other words, if a gate leading straight to the other world were to open, it means that this side would be the first to be questioned by everyone.
“…How does it work?”
The Primordial Angel asked with a fierce expression, and the Nungcheon-sa, who managed to control his expression somehow, looked at him as calmly as possible.
For her, who was accustomed to desk work, dealing with rough men rolling around on site like this was not a suitable job.
Actually, if you could look into her heart, you would probably see her restless expression as she frantically moved her fingers.
“What is it? I don’t know either…”
If the atmosphere in Pandemonium is one where the weak ones are eaten and only the strong ones survive, creating a strong hierarchy, then the other world is a tightly controlled place with a very strict order.
Either way, it was clear that there was no proper explanation coming from above when something happened.
However.
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The intention could be vaguely guessed.
“…”
“…Angel Nungcheon.”
The faces of both the Head Angel and the angels around him hardened simultaneously.
They must have understood the intention between the lines within her silence.
“We are not fools either. Isn’t this clearly below the level of rational thinking?”
“…”
“Living beings in the material realm are fragile. Even the weakest beings released from the underworld would be catastrophic on this side. What are the guardians of the Gate doing, delaying its closure?”
Although they always spoke harshly and engaged in violent actions, they were individuals who held deep affection for the material realm on which they tread.
No matter how delicate the creatures were, they each had their own lives and emotions, and what they lived for was a collection of precious jewels.
Those who spent time within this realm were individuals who realized this through their own experiences. It could be said that they possessed noble qualities befitting their name, “angels.”
Of course, not all angels were like that.
As the silence of Angel Nungcheon continued to lengthen, the faces of the Chief Angel and the men around him became grim.
“Angel Nungcheon.”
“…”
“Could this be a decision that came from those higher up?”
If the current situation was not simply an accident, but a collaboration with someone else.
The trajectory of the approach would change in that case.
“-Those damn bastards. We should have known ever since they became so obsessed with the chosen ideology!”
Considering the intense hierarchical order in the underworld, this could definitely be considered a curse that staked their lives. However, by merely looking at the expression on the Chief Angel’s face, it seemed that he had no intention of picking up on the words he had just spoken.
Among the lower-ranking angels, such individuals actually existed.
People who openly proclaimed that their mission was to personally take care of and enlighten the “lowly” beings in the material realm.
Perhaps they planned to send down the beasts of the underworld and “cleanse” the material realm according to their own tastes, ultimately reshaping the world as they desired.
Angel Nungcheon knew this too, which is why she remained silent, unable to utter a word.
“…?”
However, the subsequent scene was a moment that made it impossible to continue such silence.
“W-What are you all doing…?”
She looked at the angels around her, who were hurling insults at each other and reaching for their “extensions.”
As can be inferred from the term “extension,” these were not tools originally made as weapons. They were not suitable objects to be picked up in such a situation.
“We have to stop them.”
“…What?”
“We cannot simply leave the people living here to suffer what we caused. At the very least, we should uphold our conscience.”
“…”
The capable angel lost his words and stared at the men before him.
The ‘beasts’ in this hidden world are monsters that even the angels residing there cannot guarantee their safety. If the gates were blatantly opened like this, not just one or two of those creatures, but a swarm of them would pour out.
Everyone will perish.
Yet, the humans here, despite knowing the inevitable outcome, are going to stop them.
“Wouldn’t it be better for you to avoid getting involved over there?”
The main angel with a casual shoulder shrug smirked and uttered those words.
“Master Angel, honestly, I don’t think being trapped at a desk will be of much help either.”
“I will buy you some time to escape, so leave now!”
“But still, as a woman, it was nice to have the fragrance of flowers in this sweaty place!”
No one could object to that absurd statement.
The capable angel looked at each of them with a trembling face.
“…You all…!”
But before she could say anything more.
-!
-!!!!!
Inside the gate, the actual ‘invasion’ had begun.
The gate, emitting a bright light, started shaking like crazy.
What could be heard from inside were deafening roars that could tear one’s eardrums apart. Overwhelming ‘monstrosities’ with colossal ‘size’ that made the surrounding area tremble every time they moved.
Even from a distance, it was evident.
Each and every one of those is a monster that can rival an entire country.
“They’re coming!”
“What the f**k.”
And standing in front of them are a mere dozens of angels at best. They didn’t even wield any weapons.
It’s like throwing eggs at rocks. Everyone knows which side will shatter.
Nevertheless.
“Listen up, everyone.”
“Yes!”
“Isn’t the name ‘Heaven’s Messenger’ meant for moments like this?”
As the Chief Angel spoke while still smiling, the surrounding angels wore similar expressions.
Angels of the heavens.
Symbols of warmth and virtue, watching over humanity.
Even if they roll in the dirt, even if no one knows about their sacrifices.
Their essence lies there.
“…I really crave a drink.”
Saying so, the Chief Angel wore a suit of armor on his shoulder.
And just like that, he leaped towards his impending death.
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-That’s it.
“I’m sorry to interrupt such a heroic scene!”
It seems like you’re directing the scene with a heroic feeling.
No way.
Enter…a blender.
“Blend!”
“I am not a pet!”
With a scream like that, the energy I launched traveled in an arc, forming a parabola.
Indeed, it may be a bit awkward to call them pets.
It would be better to express it as a “portable slaughter tank.”
Just hearing the pitiful screams of beasts pouring out from the open gate wouldn’t be unworthy of that title.
“Why-y-y-y!”
“Squee-e-e-eal!”
“…”
The terrifying screams that came from the gate suddenly turned into the sound of pig grunts as they returned.
Previously, this guy managed to somehow blend even foreign journalists from another dimension once they “stepped into the city” while in the furnace of struggle. It was possible to do something similar with creatures of the otherworld.
As those screams gradually subsided, I pulled back the endlessly extended leash, bringing them back.
After using various kinds of magic repeatedly, I have become adept at controlling the length as I please. It feels like using a ruler when I was young.
“Are they all gone?”
“…There’s still a little left.”
“Then I’ll throw it again.”
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Yuriana, who was dragged out from the gate and had the sticky bodily fluids of beasts splattered all over her body, and the saint who was assisting her from the side, both looked at me with cold eyes.
“…I forgot, this is what kind of person you were originally…”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re trash.”
…”
“Since we’re going to be together for a long time, I decided to be honest.”
…”
Fine.
If I say that, I have nothing else to say.
Anyway, since there’s still a little left inside, I throw Yuriana again.
Along with the sound of tearing and slashing, the sound of pigs squealing reverberates in all directions.
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The only reactions coming from around are from the angels who are looking at me with dull expressions.
More than just dull, their faces resemble some sort of detachment.
It seems they are filled with an expression that asks, “What the hell were we just doing?”
“Is it all shredded?”
“Yes…”
Yuriana opens her axe-like eyes and answers like that.
Considering her timid personality, if she reacts like this, she must have gone through quite a lot.
I’ll console her later. There are more urgent matters at hand.
[Doesn’t this bastard ever think about formality…]
…It’s noisy.
“It’s been a while, Nungcheon-nim?”
I smile sarcastically towards the person who made me come here.
Upon hearing that, Nungcheon-nim’s face instantly turns pale.
It seems like this is a human who has encountered not just one or two things from me.
“…Why, why, what’s happening again…”
“Even if other angels don’t know, at least I should be able to contact the celestial angels in the netherworld, right?”
…”
The face of Celestial Angel-nim turned pale after turning blue.
“I, I can’t say anything…!”
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“I’m not telling you to speak. Just relay my words, and it’ll be fine.”
In truth, whichever side it may be, it would burden Celestial Angel-nim with this story, but there is no other choice.
Originally, that gate was an event orchestrated by those particularly twisted individuals in collaboration with Great Emperor in order to ‘cleanse the material world’ within the netherworld. If we don’t resolve that side first, there won’t be any solution.
“Tell those bastards up there to come out. Tell them I’m calling.”
“That, they won’t listen to a human’s words…!”
“I am not human.”
Yes. No, wait.
Perhaps, since this side possesses a ‘status’ that would make those celestial angels there prick up their ears.
Pointing at the emblem of Other Pillar with his finger, he speaks.
“-It’s the words spoken by the ruler of the ‘Newly Born’ Pandemonium.”
One misconception made by Great Emperor.
There is also a negotiation card on this side that would make the celestial angels somewhat intrigued.