"Attention troops! Support our master at all cost!!!" Three deafening voices rang out.
I shuddered and looked at the ones who spoke.
Death, Lack, and Conqueror emerged, all atop their horses.
I had no idea how, but they had all appeared before me.
'Is this the effect of the (G) Factor?'
Somehow, an unbelievable plot armor had manifested, and it seemed like I was going to win this round again.
I knew it was a mistake, but somewhere... I prayed and hoped that they would win.
Even against Angels... was there ever a time when Demons prevailed?
'Still... it has never failed me before, has it?'
I was referring to the power of the (G) Factor.
It had always somehow saved me from all my near-death experiences.
This time, it wouldn't be any different... right?
I looked at the three Angels, hoping to see some sort of fearful look in their eyes—expressions that told me that I was right.
If I could see some form of danger written on their faces, I would be assured.
No, even the slightest bit of hesitation would do.
However...
"Haa, looks like more trash have gathered," Lemuel said.
There was not a single change in his expression.
"Let's get this over with," Uriel murmured with disinterest.
"Farewell," Raphael said.
No emotion was attached to his tone.
'N-no... No way...'
Did they not feel anything even after staring at an army this powerful?
Even a Grade 7, 8, or 9 Demon would flinch if they saw something as grand as this.
I wasn't all-powerful, but... this force was enough to conquer almost everything up to the 5th Wave of the Apocalypse.
I was certain.
Yet... They weren't even moved.
No surprise or anything of the sort was on their face.
In fact... The Angels actually looked bored.
I knew their emotions quite well. After all... I was the same a while back.
The boredom that came with unbelievable strength.
Not too long ago, I was also basking in its delight. But, now... only certain fear assailed me.
"I can't lose. I won't lose..." Murmuring those words, I managed to muster enough courage to glare at the Angels.
"It's over... For you guys." Clenching my fist, I looked at my army.
Many of them were weak—all of them weren't at my level.
But, without [Subspace] assisting me, it was guaranteed that I would lose to all of them.
Since that was the case, then...
"I'm giving you guys your old gear!" I yelled, summoning the highest Grade Treasures that remained in [Subspace] and equipped them with it.
Even though most of my weapons had been destroyed, I still had quite a few with me.
'With this, they should be able to bring out the set effects of the Treasures, right?'
I couldn't utilize any Skill, Title Effect, Stat, or even Magic.
My System was currently in maintenance, so I knew I was basically cannon fodder.
No, even worse...
'My current state is... ordinary.'
... I was a base human.
No special features at all.
Fortunately, my Army was on my side. With their support, I could probably turn this whole thing around.
With that in mind, I gave the order with a loud bellow.
"CHAAAARRRGGGGEEEEE!!!"
Upon hearing my voice, everyone leaped into action.
Nigharuth and other Mages among my subordinates cast Flying Spells on those who couldn't fly, while the ones who could dive into the sky.
Like a swarm of monstrous bees charging at a single target, these hundreds of thousands—most likely over a million—soldiers of mine moved swiftly.
They seemed more powerful than I expected. Their speed, power, abilities, appearances—everything was overwhelming for me.
'Is it because my Stats have been suspended?!'
Watching them now, my heart raced, and hope reignited in my soul.
I thought to myself that there was no way they would lose.
'They're strong! YES! THEY'RE STRONG!' With this single thought, I watched my flying army ascend to the heights of the Angels.
They summoned their greatest abilities, used the best Magic at their disposal, and conjured the greatest resistance they could.
I felt like shitting my pants just watching the phenomenal display occurring above me.
It was enough to level a large country—no, probably even an entire continent— if you asked me.
There was no way I could have been able to offer so great a resistance myself Perhaps it was because I was plenty strong myself, but... I never realized just how impressive my subordinates were.
Now that the whole thing unfolded before my eyes, I could only watch with a drooping jaw.
>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!<
The crackles and explosions in the sky seemed to shatter whatever concept of reality I had in my head.
My eardrums felt like they would erupt as a result of the sheer noise of the colorful blast, and the pressure was enough to tear every flesh from my skin.
Fortunately, Niggaruth and many other Mages among my subordinates had cast protection Magic on me, so I suffered no harm.
The same didn't apply to my surroundings, though.
I felt the earth rumble.
The quake was violent enough to send me crashing on my buttocks.
Yet, the quake never ceased.
I watched the ground split apart, many debris flew in multiple directions thanks to the impact occurring in the sky.
The destruction spread as far as my eyes could see, dying the sky in multiple colors.
Honestly... I had only ever seen such a level of destruction in the Sacred Hall.
Even then...
"It's over, uh?" My lips managed to give way for words to come out.
The Angels had been buried in the sea of countless clashing energies. I could no longer see or hear them.
If only I had my Skills, I would have been able to sense their presence—if they were still alive amid such destruction—but that was most likely not possible.
Even I... with all my power... would not have suffered such a heavy bombardment.
I would have probably been able to react in time and use [Subspace] to save myself—or my Gift could automatically absorb the blast too.
Still, even with double—even triple my Stats—I didn't see myself tanking anything like that.
"They should be dead, right? They're dead!"
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺