Gabriel floated in the middle of the air as if he was an Overlord who was looking at everyone from high in the sky.
"I should thank you for getting so many people here to help me." Gabriel's calm voice echoed in the entire battlefield that seemed to have come to a standstill.
For a moment, everyone was so surprised that they even forgot to attack. Gabriel had summoned Raphael, who no one recognized. They had never seen Raphael before, but they could also feel the cloaked man's Strength.
What was even weirder was to hear Gabriel thank them. They couldn't understand the reason behind his thanks.
Gabriel also didn't bother explaining. Ever since he recovered his memories, he realized how important the worldly shackles were for him. These had absorbed the element of death for a thousand years!
Along with the element, the Worldly Shackles also gained all the hate and resentment, gaining something akin to a consciousness that wasn't completely controlled by Gabriel.
If anything, that consciousness hated Gabriel! Unfortunately, it couldn't free itself. No matter how much that consciousness hated Gabriel, it was still trapped in the shackles, tied to a spell that only the caster could break!
Ever since Gabriel recovered his memories, the Worldly Shackles had been restless, feeling its connection with him. It wanted to kill Gabriel to be free of his control, thanks to all the resentment and hate it had absorbed from the beings who died in the last thousand years.
Even Gabriel sensed this resentment. He could feel that his control over the worldly shackles was unstable as if controlling it was getting harder and harder.
If he wanted to refine the Worldly Shackles into an artifact that he could carry with him, it was harder than it seemed. Even he didn't have confidence that he could succeed!
If he was too forceful, he could've accidentally destroyed the spell instead of being able to control the Shackles. If that happened, it was no different than him wasting the resources that took a thousand years to gather.
At the level he was at, it was getting harder and harder to increase his control over the Element of Death since he was reaching closer to the true god level. The closer he came, the harder it was to take another step forward!
He didn't want to fail and waste a Worldly Spell, and the element of death gathered in a thousand years!
Initially, he was planning to drag the Temple of Time to this place and use them to his advantage. Fortunately, he didn't even need to do anything. By the time he came out of the Nether Realm, surprisingly, everything was already in place!
All his enemies in this world had gathered at a place, doing exactly what he wanted!
None of them realized that it was intentional for him to not attack them right away. He wanted them to attack him with their strongest spells. That's why he waited for the right opportunity!
It was only when the others attacked with everything that they had, he broke the Worldly Shackles, only maintaining a minimal level of control!
While everyone thought that the Worldly Shackles came down to help him, in reality, it came down to kill him!
Unfortunately for it, all the attacks weakened the Worldly Shackles, especially the Holy Element of Light that came from the members of the Church of Light. Even Flames and Lightning had some purifying properties that helped him weaken the resentment in the shackles!
He used all the attacks on him as auxiliary support while using everything he had to refine the Worldly Shackles to increase his chance of success. Fortunately, in the end, he succeeded!
Even he wasn't sure how successful he could've been if he didn't have help. Still, he didn't have any intention of going easy on the others.
His targets were ancient beings in the Upper Realm and not the people before him. The ones before him were just a stepping stone! Once he got rid of them, he could truly cleanse this World of all the remnants left behind the traitors who worked with outsiders to kill him!
Not that his refining was successful, the calm expressions on his face disappeared, returning to the cold emotionless face that Karyk was famous for.
He didn't care about the hundreds of thousands of people that were surrounding him. Moreover, the number of people only kept increasing as all the Churches had issued a decree for all Mages to participate in the subjugation of the so-called devil!
Even some spatial Portals were opened in every city to bring the Mages here! It was as if the Temple of Time and the Churches were ready to sacrifice as many people as they needed if it got rid of Gabriel.
In the blink of an eye, the battle intensified. On the entire battlefield, magical spells could be seen everywhere! One after another, explosions resounded everywhere!
Raphael was slightly surprised that he was suddenly on a battlefield. Moreover, Gabriel felt different. He felt stronger... And scarier.
Raphael couldn't understand why so many people were here for Gabriel. It was as if this world really wanted him dead!
Still, no matter what, he had to fight with Gabriel. He joined the battle without a second thought, fighting like a Warlord who was made for the battlefield!
Raphael stood in the middle of the battlefield, his eyes fixed on the two mages standing before him that appeared to be there to not only block him but also to kill him.
Seeing how dangerous Gabriel was, no one doubted the capabilities of someone he would've summoned. That's why, to stop Raphael, the Holy Lord of Flames and the Holy Lord of Lightning stepped forward personally!
They had already suffered heavy damages against Gabriel and weren't confident enough in facing him at the moment, at least until they recovered to some extent. However, they weren't scared of dealing with Raphael.
The air was thick with tension as the three prepared for battle. Raphael knew that he was outnumbered, but there was not a trace of surprise or hesitation on his face.
The Holy Priestess of Lightning was the first to attack. She raised his hands and summoned a bolt of lightning that struck the ground near Raphael. Raphael quickly dodged the attack and retaliated with a burst of flames that engulfed the young woman covered in Armor.
The Holy Priestess of Lightning didn't take Raphael seriously! She had a Numen that made her immune to flames! Moreover, she also cast a spell to protect herself.
There was a mocking look on her face, as if she was mocking Raphael for being useless against her. There was a reason she
came to stop Raphael after all!
The Holy Lord of Flames was obviously safer against Raphael who could only use flames while she had the help of her protective treasure that was most useless against flames. If that wasn't the case, it was doubtful if they would've stepped forward.
