Nameless King

Whoooooooosh.

Out of the magical circles flew millions of golden threads that quickly formed in the sky the silhouette of some creature with a female figure. The silhouette had two indescribably huge golden wings that seemed to be able to cover the whole world underneath, protecting it or destroying it.

"Though I want to kill you, I must admit that you are actually strong." Amitiel said in an arrogant voice, "The last time I used this skill and my Form was when I fought against the Nameless King. No matter how strong you are, there's no way you can reach his level."

Ezrin said nothing, he just looked up, studying the golden silhouette that looked like an empty shell from Angel.

"Ignoring it, right? Well, it looks like you've already accepted your fate. Even though you are about to die, remember, until the very last moment, that it is a real honor to die from such an attack." Amitiel said with a calm look before waving his hand.

At the same time, the silhouette folded its palms together like a prayer and a bright glow appeared over it, growing more powerful by the second.

The space next to it trembled, as even the Lands of the Gods could hardly withstand such incredible power.

The scene made everyone else freeze. Angels from both sides stood on the islands and stared at the shining island as if mesmerized. They all felt that this was the moment when the fate of all Angels was to be decided.

"This actually looks dangerous..." Ezrin muttered with a strange look as if he didn't believe what he was saying, "But... Is gold the true color of light? To me, it's just a pathetic parody of pure power."

Whoooooooooooooosh.

As the silhouette prepared to attack, Ezrin also decided to make his move. He wasn't going to give up, no matter how strong his enemy was because he was absolutely certain of his victory and new future.

A stream of darkness erupted from his hands and headed toward the ground. The darkness was so dense that it gradually turned into a massive, sword, the hilt of which Ezrin wrapped his two hands around, then the entire island trembled as Ezrin tried to pull the sword from the ground.

"What is this strange power...?" Alia muttered with a dazed look while goosebumps ran down her body.

"Huh, that's actually quite impressive. It's the first time I've ever seen someone have so much power that it's hard to control." Gael grinned as an exciting smile appeared on his face, "Look at his sword. It's like it's trying to swallow the whole island and won't get out of it. Ahahaha, it looks pretty ironic."

"But... At the same time, it's frightening." Krakos muttered, staring intently at Ezrin, "How could a mere Angel achieve such power...? Even for a Progenitor, it would be unique..."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The entire island trembled because of Ezrin's power as the golden silhouette already prepared to attack. Above the island appeared a golden flash that was like a small sun that fell directly on Ezrin, literally burning everything in its path, even space. A dark trail was left behind the sun, which immediately recovered as space could not afford to collapse.

The heat was incredible, so even though the sun was still far away, the skin on Ezrin's body began to burn while the water in the nearby ponds was rapidly evaporating.

"Hah, this was harder than I thought, but... can I screw up at a moment like this? It's unacceptable." Ezrin whispered as a slight smile appeared on his face.

Crackling.

The veins in Ezrin's forehead swelled as the sword finally emerged from the dense earth. At that moment, darkness covered everything around as if it were the only force in the world. In the midst of the darkness, only the sun was visible, rapidly burning it away.

"As far as I know you couldn't defeat Nameless King, on the contrary, you ran away since you didn't stand a chance, so... There's no way I'm going to lose to someone like you since I'm not going to run away!" Ezrin exclaimed with his sword raised above his head, stepped forward, and swung his sword from top to bottom.

The sword moved very slowly, but it wasn't because Ezrin was weak, no, he was making a mad effort to move that weapon out of place as some veins on his arms exploded and opened many small wounds from which blood gushed out, as if his body could not withstand such pressure.

Whoooooooooooosh.

A massive blade of dense dark energy erupted from the sword and headed straight for the sun. The sun should have easily burned it, but as soon as the blade received damage it immediately absorbed the darkness from its surroundings.

"What...? Isn't that an endless supply of power...?" Amititel muttered in disbelief as his eyes went wide.

Crackling.

The blade swallowed up the last shred of darkness as it collided with the sun, causing a surge of enormous amounts of energy. The shockwaves rippled for tens of kilometers around it, and even Alucard's bloody barrier shook violently. Then, the blade went through the sun cutting it in two just as the golden silhouette behind it.

The blade used up all its energy, so it dissipated into waves of darkness that were carried away by a powerful wind current.

"Unbelievable... Ezrin was actually able to withstand such a powerful attack... Our leader can win!" The Angel with the black wings exclaimed with an excited expression while the Angels with the white wings turned pale as hope slowly left them.

"Ezrin won...?" Alia muttered with a trembling look as she touched her lips.

Whooooooooosh.

Ezrin pointed his sword at Amitiel and with an ice-cold look spoke, "Is all you have left gold?"

"Hey, Alia, do you know what Title Amitiel has?" Alucard asked with a serious expression as his gaze was fixed on Amitiel.

Alia shook her head.

"The full name of the Progenitor of Angels is Amitiel, the Shining Star. Alucard uttered in a deadly voice.

Then, the space next to Amitiel began to collapse, but the cracks were not dark but light as though there was a real star.