Michael

Valhalla, the arena of duels.

Three hundred and sixty towering pillars support the golden dome.

Surrounding a huge arena-like space.

Angels usually practice their divine powers and train for battle here.

And now.

On the enormous dueling arena.

There were only two figures.

Black hair, red eyes, a twelve-winged archangel, Lucifer the Morning Star.

Golden hair, blue eyes, an eight-winged archangel, Michael the god...

The remaining angels retreated to the sidelines, watching with keen interest this duel that would determine their future fates...

If Lucifer, with his black hair and red eyes, wins, then perhaps in the future they will never be able to choose what they are good at or like to do. If they don't do it well, they will have to listen to Lucifer's nagging and scolding...

If Michael wins, then there's still a chance to salvage the situation. They can talk to the kind Michael and choose a position they're good at and enjoy, without having to worry about anyone else's opinion, simply by following God's will...

Therefore, most of the angels were silently cheering for Michael...

Hopefully, Michael will win this duel...

However, there were always some angels who were willing to listen to Lucifer. They believed that Lucifer was indeed the first angel and should be respected. Moreover, they were not harmed in the powers and responsibilities assigned by Lucifer; on the contrary, many of them gained even greater power and status than before.

These people also spontaneously began to defend Lucifer.

"Michael can't beat Brother Lucifer..."

"Although Michael was very powerful and successfully completed the Lord's mission, even banishing an incarnation of an evil god..."

"But he only has eight wings..."

"We all know that the more wings someone has, the higher the level of their soul... and the stronger they are..."

"But Brother Lucifer has a full twelve wings!"

"He is the first angel, Lucifer, the Morning Star..."

The angels, upon hearing what these angels, who were biased towards Lucifer, said, were immediately filled with unease...

Did Michael...win?

On the field.

Lucifer, with his dragon-like red eyes, had dark red light swirling around his hands, while his divine longsword constantly emitted a black-gold aura, appearing exceptionally terrifying, as if it were accumulating some unfathomable, abyss-like power...

"If I win..."

"The angels honor me as their king!"

"If you win..."

"This position of angelic dominion is yours!"

Lucifer roared arrogantly...

immediately.

Twelve holy white wings fluttered.

Soaring into the sky.

A dazzling dark red light erupted, causing all the angels to instinctively cover their eyes with their wings...

"Let me see what you're capable of!"

"Glorious Michael!"

The sound came from afar and approached.

The figure atop the dome resembled a giant dragon shimmering with golden and red light.

The longsword in his hand was like the sharp fangs of a dragon...

It crashed down on Michael—

A loud bang.

Endless clouds and mist surged up like waves.

The area was completely covered...

Through the endless clouds, the angel's eyes clearly saw the two figures in the arena...

To everyone's shock...

Michael, with his blond hair, neither dodged nor avoided the attack.

He slashed out with his sword and caught the terrifying blow!

Michael's eight wings emitted a brilliant golden light as they flew in the wind, and his entire being almost transformed into a ray of light.

After parrying Lucifer's attack with a single sword stroke.

He soared straight into the sky...

Upon seeing this, Lucifer's twelve pairs of wings also began to flutter incessantly.

It transformed into a golden-red ray of light and soared into the sky, catching up with Michael.

Entangled among those three hundred and sixty colossal pillars reaching into the sky...

In an instant.

The two most powerful angels fought to a standstill.

Outside the dueling arena, the angels watching nervously could hardly keep up with the speed of the battle, and even the six archangels were astonished by Michael and Lucifer's fighting power, which far surpassed that of other angels of the same rank...

"I'm afraid the Olympian spirits have arrived..."

"That's all there is to it..."

The wise archangel Uriel couldn't help but sigh.

Inside the venue.

The two angels were still locked in combat.

Crimson and golden light intertwined, sometimes shattering a giant pillar; sometimes sword beams pierced the floor, causing clouds to seep in; and sometimes they broke through the golden dome of Valhalla, engaging in fierce battle in the heavens...

"Glorious Michael!"

"Your strength is at least worthy of being called a skilled warrior..."

"But they can never surpass me!"

"Take this sword!"

The voice of the Son of the Morning Star came from Valhalla.

A massive sword beam, accompanied by a dark red glow, ripped through the sky, slashing towards Michael's shadow—

The angels were dumbfounded when they saw this.

That blood-red sword light, condensed all of Lucifer's divine power, was emitted from the divine sword in his hand.

Everything in its path was cut apart.

The 360 ​​giant pillars supporting the golden dome of the dueling arena were successively cut down.

It was as if the entire Hall of Heroes was about to be cut in half by this attack!

A surge of anger rose within Michael, and he roared:

"Lucifer, my brother..."

"Since that's how you are, then I'll have to use my full strength!"

After saying that...

Michael radiated endless golden light, and every feather on his eight wings became crystal clear.

He seemed to be surrounded by light; he was the son of light.

Michael opened his eyes, his godlike gaze fixed on Lucifer...

The Morning Star Child, whose body swelled to the size of a dragon not far away, froze in his tracks...

It's as if all control has been frozen, leaving me unable to move...

No power can be used.

And that terrifying dark red sword light that was unleashed.

And at that moment, it vanished...

Immediately, the golden light shot towards Lucifer like an arrow.

Lucifer was kicked to the ground of the dueling arena, kicking up a cloud of dust...

After the dust and fog dissipated...

The angels witnessed a scene they would never forget—

Then, in the light, Michael's wings folded behind him, and he held a longsword engulfed in flames...

With his feet on Lucifer's head...

Standing on the clouds.

The sound echoed throughout Valhalla—

"Lucifer..."

"My elder brother...I respect you as my elder brother!"

"But you..."

"And when have they ever respected us?"

"..."

The endless clouds of heaven, like wilderness and plains, chase the wind like ocean waves, stretching into the distance, connecting with the eternally blue and clear sky at the horizon...

The spring of creation flows ceaselessly, coming from nothingness and disappearing into nothingness...

However, somewhere in a side hall of that magnificent golden palace...

Shattered and teetering on the brink of collapse in this battle...

The angels will never forget the first battle between the Son of the Morning Star and Michael...

And this...

This will also be the inevitable beginning of our intertwined destinies...

Yahweh opened his eyes from the clouds...

He and the Lord of the Crows.

They appeared in the shattered Valhalla...

Silently watching the two little angels in front of me with their heads drooping, not daring to look up.

"Is it fun to destroy your house?"

......