Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 1008-  Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (5)

"Wait!" Vaylen almost stumbled forward "By Vincent… do you mean that legendary warrior? One of the Conquerors? That guy is?".

The crowd was in a state of shock. There was no one here in this room who hadn't heard about the legendary stories and deeds of one of mankind's strongest warriors, Vincent.

It was a name that was too famous and too big across the Central Continent. Heck, even children know about the stories of Vincent, one of the handful few to ever become a Conqueror.

To think that Vincent was standing in front of them right now, what's more, as their backup even… was unthinkable.

"I-Is he really fighting from our side?" Someone questioned.

"Of course, that's why we are here. With him on our side, its possible to buy enough time for the reinforcements to come" Rotyhgard answered.

Probably because of the way he framed it, Vincent couldn't help but voice out his discontent.

"Hey, what do you mean by buy time? Don't you believe that I can defeat the entire demon army myself?" He was only voicing out his disgrunt and wasn't expecting any reply.

"I can answer that for you. You are way over your head"…

Suddenly a voice rang out of nowhere. All the people in the room looked around in confusion as to where the voice came from. To contradict Vincent's words not to mention mock him like that, who in the world had the guts?

Vincent narrowed his eyes and stared at a space not far away from the throne.

"If you are here, then why not show yourself? Could it be that you are ashamed of your appearance?" He shot a silver energy at that exact space.

A fraction of a second later, the silver energy was caught in hand wrapped in pure white light and disintegrated. At the same moment, a figure fully covered in a flowing white light appeared in the room.

Their appearance made it impossible to know whether they were men or women; however, one distinctive feature that stood out about them was their big majestic white wings.

Those wings that were a divine marvel in itself, each feather shimmering with a radiant white glow that seemed to refract light into a spectrum of soft, heavenly hues. There was only one race in the entirety of Althaea who possessed wings like this.

The identity of the being need not be even introduced, their wings were a telltale sign of who they were.

"Hmph, how can a human be worthy of seeing the divine appearance of someone as high as I" the figure in light snorted. The five pairs of wings behind them stretched out majestically behind them.

"Oh, I am sorry, I didn't know Your Highness the mighty Gallus Gallus Domesticus was also here" Vincent gave a humble bow in derision.

His choice of words instantly infuriated the angel and they retorted back "Hmph, as expected of a race as ignorant and vulgar as the humans, even your breath stinks"…

"Hoho, then why don't you come closer and take some more whiff of my bad breath"…

"You will regret your action"...

The atmosphere in the throne room became tense causing the entire palace to tremble and cracks to run through the walls.

"Um… Sir Vincent…"

Vaylen and the other looked a little uncomfortable and lost. On one side was the human's mightiest hero, the person who had stepped into the realms of legend and on the other, one of the angles whose help they needed the most right now.

They didn't know why the two were bickering like kids the moment they met, nor did they have the guts to step in between their arguments.

"Haha, don't worry, the two know each other" @@novelbin@@

Rothgard pacified, trying to keep a straight face himself. Vincent wasn't called an anti social for no reason. With Itherion not here, it was very difficult for him to handle his friend.

"It looks like your shepherd is not here which is causing you to run your mouth so freely, Vincent" the angel quipped.

"Huh, I am the one who should ask you that. Where is your farmer? Is he too busy to show up for the destruction of the mankind?" Vincent retorted back.

"That's Lord Barachiel for you and he will naturally show up when the time is necessary. That's why he sent me.. hmph"…

"I hope he makes it before the end. No, guess what it's better he doesn't show up. That way I'll defeat the demon lord myself. You can also take it as me doing a favour for you lot"…

"You!!" The angel huffed and puffed, enraged. Though in the end, he did not comment any further refusing to stoop to the level of the humans.

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"Um… how should we address this lord..?" After the mood settled down somewhat, Vaylen and the other officials approached the angel.

Still levitating a few meters above the ground, the angel answered "You may call me Cherubim Jumeirah, the first of the three to drink lord Barachiel's blood and the first commander of the Three Star Scripture".

He looked at the humans, his superiority undisguised "I know what you want to say. I have indeed received all of your reports and have come here as your reinforcements. The rest of the heavens army should arrive here before dawn".

Although dawn was still a couple of hours away and the Demon lord's army could arrive here at any moment, all Vaylen and the others could do was nod their heads and accept his reply.

Still, the situation looked far better than before when everything was covered in a mist of darkness. Now with Vincent and Jumeirah here, they at least had a fighting chance, there was a ray of hope.

Hours passed by in tense anticipation, Vaylen and the capital of Orlandos did everything they could to resist the enemy. And finally, the moment that every soldier in Orlandos feared came.

The already dark knight, seemed to darken even further, growing oppressive by the second. The moons hid behind an ominous blanket of clouds, denying the world of its light.