Just as that member of the Silverdawn sect was about to kill Minos and Maximillian, the newcomer, a member of Armhands, defended his two juniors with just one of his hands.
The enemy's attack cracked before exploding under the human hands of that internal member of Armhands, while Stin, the enemy of Minos and Maximillian, realized who had just arrived.
That being narrowed his eyes as he looked at the winged fellow, with a humanoid body and a pair of wings on his back, a member of a race foreign to Zocarro, a Fallen Angel.
"Stadiel!" Stin said as he took some distance from his opponent, immediately changing his demeanor.
"Stin, you have two choices now. One, come with me and explain the current situation to my supervisors. Or two, leave your body here and now." Stadiel said as his aura surged violently from his body, creating his domain, while his red body began to glow a golden hue.
Stin also raised his aura, aware that the Fallen Angels were powerful within their own levels. Most of them could fight against those of higher levels from other races.
"Stadiel, that alien invaded my city and tried to hurt members of my..." That native of Zocarro was about to say it when Stadiel let out a laugh and said, "I know what happened. I saw everything. Soldier Minos transmitted his action to the Armhands groups in the vicinity."
"What?" The Zocarro native gave Minos an ugly look.
If that were true, then it would be impossible for his sect to stop the leak of information about what the young master of their sect had recently achieved.
It would only be a matter of time before the upper echelons of Armhands heard of it, and a Supreme appeared in Misthall to deal with Silverdawn.
"Shit!" He said as he despaired, relaying this information to the men in the surrounding area as he prepared to test the Fallen Angel's strength.
If they didn't want to surrender and Stin still didn't want to do that, the only alternative was for his group to eliminate all the members of Armhands in the Bellowing Garden.
"Oh? Do you prefer the second alternative?" Stadiel smiled as he pointed one of his hands forward, the space in the surroundings rippling like fabric being stretched too tightly.
Stin saw golden tridents of energy emerge from the cracks in the surroundings while his body felt heavier and heavier.
His domain couldn't handle his opponent's and began to shrink in size, quickly causing him to become agitated and feel he had no way of dealing with this opponent.
But when he tried to use a special escape device to escape Stadiel, the angel with red skin and black feathers on its wings crossed the space, appearing behind Stin.
A strange form of energy appeared around Stin, while what looked like three hearts made of red energy appeared in one of Stadiel's hands.
"Wrong choice."
"NOOO!" Stin despaired as he tried to make a peaceful sign to Stadiel.
But it was too late for him. Stadiel laughed maliciously as he crushed Stin's heart, killing a powerful level 110 Sovereign of the same level as himself in the blink of an eye.
Minos had incredible combat proficiency, but he wasn't the only one in the universe capable of fighting above his level!
The members of this race were also very powerful in general!
"Officer Stadiel." Rhett appeared in that area alongside a dozen Sovereigns of varying levels, from the weakest to individuals at levels 108 and 109.
They had all received Minos' message and moved towards him. The fastest had been Stadiel, the only high-level Sovereign of Armhands in the vicinity, who was primarily responsible for resolving the current situation in the area.
Stadiel looked at Rhett and congratulated this furry fellow. "You've got some good members for the sect, Rhett. These two have made a great contribution to Armhands today."
"That's to their credit. I was lucky enough to be the supervisor of the selection exam they joined in." Rhett commented to his superior, a Senior Officer.
"Hmm, take care of your two team members," Stadiel said as he pointed to Minos and Maximillian. He then put the matter aside when he came across the strongest Sovereigns of his guild standing there.
"What are we going to do?" A level 109 being asked.
Stadiel replied. "We'll eliminate those who come after us today. I've already sent a message to the Guild Council to choose what we should do. So, for now, we'll hold our ground and fight if we have to."
Everyone in the group of about 15 people there, apart from Minos and Maximillian, agreed, then left the place to deal with the approaching enemies or return to the wounded camp.
Meanwhile, Ruth was already at Minos and Maximillian's side, using her powers to the full while trying to help them.
As much as they had survived, they were both extremely badly injured. This was particularly true for Minos, whose wings had been heavily attacked by the enemy assault.
Thinking about it, she was pale with worry, imagining the terror he had faced at being attacked by a level 110 Sovereign.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group carried her and them, with Rhett returning with them to the camp.
"Those two did a good job. They'll get a lot of merit points for what they've done," Rhett commented with a smile. "What they've just achieved could be considered Supreme-level information!"
The actions of Armhands members were evaluated according to the stage of cultivation they could influence. If a piece of information could influence Sovereigns, it was Sovereign-level information.
When Rhett said that, the robot and the Spiritual World native, who were carrying those injured individuals, and Ruth, couldn't help but be excited for the group.
That meant that the merit points of those two would be very high!
Rhett looked at Ruth, aware that this woman was worried. "Don't think too much about their situation. The sect should send a mid-level Sovereign doctor to take care of them. They're alive, so they'll soon be on their feet again."
They returned to the wounded men's camp, where several other Armhands members would soon arrive to gather now that it had been proven that this group had not rebelled, but had discovered something important and then defended themselves.
