Novel Full Chapter 694: The Six-Winged Archangel!
Chapter 694: 694: The Six-Winged Archangel!
“You’re too late. The Abyss Node Device has already been taken.”
Orson’s eyes narrowed.
A pale-skinned woman with long silver hair appeared, supported by a few adventurers. She waved them off and limped toward Orson with a simple, unimpressive cane.
She was missing her right arm, her left leg, and one of her eyes—her body ravaged as if torn apart by some beast. She looked unnatural, even grotesque.
And yet, the power radiating from her was overwhelming.
White flames burned faintly around her, warm rather than hostile.
But what truly stunned everyone were the six white wings on her back—scarred, feathers disheveled, each one looking like it had endured a thousand battles.
“Orson… former head of the Wise Angels. A God-modified being.”
Bradley’s expression shifted. “That’s her—get ready for a fight!”
He motioned for the others to prepare themselves.
“According to your US customs, once a city is taken, the city lord’s fate is up to the conquerors,” the silver-haired woman said calmly. She raised one hand and saluted Orson with a fist over heart—a respectful gesture.
“Lady Ligal?”
“We’ll fight to the death if we must! Even if it kills us, we’ll protect the honor of the Grey Watchers!”
Four Saint Lord-Class adventurers dropped to their knees, begging Ligal for permission to fight to the end.
“Enough!” Ligal snapped. “My son—Misius—was killed by this man. And what do you think you can do against him? What glory is there in dying for nothing?”
Her tone was unyielding and forceful—but when her gaze landed on Orson, there was a subtle glint of pleading in her eyes.
“Misius… was killed by him?”
“He was the current leader of the Wise Angels! A god who mastered the laws of space!”
The adventurers of the Ninth City were rattled. Many looked at Orson as if seeing a monster.
Orson silently examined the injured Wise Angel before him.
A debuff hovered over her: [Heaven Demon Curse: Hector]
Time remaining: 23 hours, 12 minutes.
Its effect made wounds unhealable and drastically weakened her overall stats—even her domain powers were locked.
“You seem to know a lot about us,” Orson said coolly.
“Know you?” Ligal chuckled coldly. “I know everything about you. I can even sense the energy radiating from the secrets you carry.”
She raised two fingers and pointed directly at Orson’s heart.
Orson’s expression darkened. “Who are you? I mean before the modification.”
Ligal smiled. “I am Nitocris, Queen of Babylon.”
Bradley blinked. “What the hell—am I supposed to go back and study history now? Dammit, I was crap in school!”
Ligal glanced at him with a smirk. “I also have another name—Commander of the Radiant Shuttle Foreign Legion.”
Orson’s heart skipped a beat.
As expected, this woman had a serious background.
Back in the day, Radiant Shuttle swept across the world, uniting top-tier warriors from every major warzone. Many of them came from foreign lands, and this woman had led them all.
That alone proved her terrifying strength—her status was likely second only to the Four Immortal Generals.
“You Americans claimed to fight the gods in the name of rebellion, trying to destroy our faith and enslave us as tools. But I knew even back then—you wouldn’t win. And now, nothing’s changed.”
The temperature in the room dropped sharply.
Bradley’s face turned cold. He didn’t waste time replying—his elemental sword shimmered as he gripped it tight.
Shing!
Behind him, a million adventurers moved in unison, drawing their Infinite Dimensions weapons.
A suffocating killing intent swept over the Ninth City.
Usher stepped forward, gaze icy. He looked down at the battered archangel.
“Being ruled by our ancestors was your honor. Win or lose, it has nothing to do with a corpse like you.”
“Well said! Don’t waste words on this overcooked pigeon.”
Madman clapped and cheered, despite never being fond of Usher—he had to admit the guy had guts.
“Hahaha… a corpse? You who serve Sakan, the Hell Lord—you’ve been blessed by a demon. And you still think you’re alive?”
Ligal let out a chilling laugh.
Usher’s expression faltered. He gritted his teeth and raised his bow toward her.
But Ligal only smiled. “As long as the Hell Lord lives, you’ll always be under his influence. Once your Weaponization reaches 100%, your body will no longer be your own—you’ll become his puppet.”
“You’re no different from a walking corpse, Usher of the US.”
“No need to stall for time, Angel.”
Wedge suddenly spoke up.
Ligal blinked, seemingly surprised, and turned her attention to her.
“A servant of light? What are you talking about?”
“Servant? Maybe. Let’s just say I deal in facts,” Wedge smiled.
“If I’m right, the one who took the Abyss Node Device was Snow Dream.”
“So what if you are?” Ligal’s expression shifted into smug satisfaction. “I told you—your defeat is already sealed.”
“Snow Dream?”
Madman frowned. That woman had vanished ever since Forever City appeared. Her eerie abilities had made everyone cautious.
She had been trained by Orson and was now a walking time bomb no one could predict or control—much to the frustration of the Godslayer assassin squad.
“I thought she was part of your guild. You people in Dragon’s Kiss really need better HR. We need answers,” Bradley muttered at Usher.
Usher looked grim. Snow Dream had clearly broken free of his control.
“I can’t reach her. But I tracked her through my friends list. Her coordinates are updating in real-time—she’s heading toward the edge of the Abyss.”
He pointed toward the deep end of the corridor. The map showed her rapidly approaching the Abyss’s border.
This involved the fate of the entire Abyss.
Usher didn’t dare hide anything and told them all he knew.
“She’s trying to run? Where, outer space? Another Infinite Dimensions world?”
Madman kept ranting, but Bradley gave him a sharp look to shut him up.
After all, Snow Dream’s ties to Orson were complicated, and their history wasn’t for others to judge.
Drunken Dream hesitated for a moment, then asked,
“My friend. Do we give chase? That’s the last Node Device.”
Orson didn’t answer immediately. He looked at the coordinates Usher provided, deep in thought.
Wedge interrupted him.
“Darling, this is the most obvious trap I’ve ever seen. Don’t be reckless.”
“What? How is it obvious? Didn’t we just say this woman was stalling for Snow Dream? If we move now, we could catch her!”
Drunken Dream stammered under Wedge’s sharp glare, flushing red.
“No no—this so-called stalling is the real bait,” Wedge said sweetly, locking eyes with Ligal.
“She pretended to expose herself just to make us think she’s wasting time, so we’d instinctively rush forward to stop Snow Dream. But I’m willing to bet that area ahead is heavily trapped.”
She turned to Orson and smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“See, your little mortal goddess still has her uses.”
Orson chuckled softly.
He’d said before—Snow Dream wasn’t like him. If anything, she was more like Wedge.
Only two women with that level of ambition could think this far ahead.
That’s why he hesitated.
“You’re sharp. Second only to that adventurer blessed by the gods,” Ligal said, giving Wedge a deep look.
“Second best? No, I don’t think so. Not anymore. I chose the winning side.”
Wedge’s voice was flirty, her smile charming enough to distract even Drunken Dream.
“You won’t win,” Ligal said flatly.
The crowd chuckled coldly. No one believed her anymore.
“So are we chasing or what? Dammit, this is annoying!”
Bradley rubbed his head in frustration. This kind of scheming wasn’t his strong suit.
Orson took a moment, then switched to the team channel.
Orgod: “I’ll go. You all return to the Divine Item warship. I have a bad feeling.”
Madman: “Wait—what? You think someone’s about to hit us where it hurts?”
The atmosphere turned tense.
Wedge frowned. “It’s not impossible. There were fewer Heaven Demons than expected along the way. I think the Ninth City Lord’s been plotting behind our backs.”
“Highly likely. Ligal’s been hiding it well, but her wounds look recent. That curse debuff doesn’t lie.”
Orson nodded in agreement.
Sure, nuking the Abyss and dropping Forbidden Curses everywhere looked impressive,
but the actual kill count hadn’t come close to matching their Global Warzone campaign.
Bradley looked concerned. “You’re going alone? You sure about that?”
“What, you don’t trust me anymore?” Orson teased.
Bradley waved him off, but his worry remained.
Madman: “Screw that. Don’t worry about this monster. Worry about your little sister and Vanessa!”
“Oh crap! My wife and kid are still in Celestial Fortress!”
Bradley panicked, immediately checking on Raven’s status.
He relaxed a little when he saw no current threat.
But if Orson and Wedge were right, Celestial Fortress could become the next battlefield.
That said—now they had over a million adventurers, all from other worlds.
They were ready for war.