Chapter 150
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"It turned out like this... no wonder I killed the Demon King back then," Finn muttered, gripping the hilt of his blade. "But I didn't expect it to reappear today."
Doctor Stephen Strange turned to him, nodding in understanding.
"If the Demon Faction was really that easy to deal with," Strange said grimly, "the Angel Faction wouldn't have struggled for so long."
"Then what should we do now? Just stand here and watch them break through?" Wanda Maximoff's voice was edged with frustration as her eyes remained locked on the demon army just beyond the energy barrier.
The shimmering magical dome strained and pulsed violently with each relentless impact. If even a corner of this defense fell, the entire Divine Domain—this critical interdimensional buffer between realms—would be compromised.
Even the Angels couldn't afford that kind of catastrophe.
"Don't panic," said one of the Angels, identified only by the codename "Angel," one of the legendary members of the celestial group known as Section 613. Her voice was calm but authoritative. "We need to observe. If they hit the sides next, we won't have time to reposition."
The other Angels nodded in agreement, their wings twitching slightly, ready for battle. It wasn't the first time they'd faced an overwhelming demonic surge. At this point, their priority was maintaining control and minimizing chaos.
With their combined strength, the Angels could resist the Demon incursion—at least for now.
"If they keep pressing, this barrier won't hold for long," Finn said, his tone grim. The golden runes on his blade pulsed in sync with the fluctuating magical field. "But with us here—nothing gets through. Trust us."