Chapter 110: Flaming Sword of Retribution
Herforao smirked, finally able to get rid of the annoying group. He then turned his head at Razael, who was staring at him with a face contorting to anger. "How dare you! I won’t forgive you! You will be punished!" He was saying something along those lines and honestly, Herforao was already growing tired of hearing it.
Hence, another round began. Obviously, Razael was at a disadvantage. Due to the lack of buffs supported by the choir, his speed decreased and even his attack could only scratch at the scales of Herforao. Herforao also began not to restrain himself, shaping the liquid form effortlessly–to cold sharp weapons and bullets, limiting Razael’s movements.
Razael was clearly distracted, peeking at the state of his fellow kin from time to time. Suddenly, his golden eyes flashed. Then, Herforao was startled to feel the sudden outburst of mana in the direction from the other angels.
He turned, though continued to bombard Razael, and narrowed his eyes, staring at the ball of purple liquid, boiling. Bloodline Awakening? They all have it? Damn it. Do they possess the same foreparents, or what? The prerequisite of bloodline awakening was possessing the bloodline of an ancestor, who attained the ancient rank, at least–hierarchy set by the Tower. Herforao could clearly perceive that all the angels under the ball of purple liquid activated their bloodline awakening simultaneously.
Herforao continued to observe the changes happening on the ball of purple liquid while distracting Razael with his precise manipulation of the purple liquid. Even Razael was startled by how easily Herforao managed to entertain him while his attention was on somewhere else. It frustrated him somewhat, but since he had already spent most of his mana points earlier to deliver his strongest, deadly attack, he had to be recovering now while occupying Herforoa.
Who knows? Herforao might have delivered another ball of purple liquid to his fellow angels.
In fact, Herforao could activate the magic skill twice, but, as always, it would cost mana points. In addition, he was entertained on how the current angels in the trial perform. Will it be enough to fight against her? However, he shook his head in pity inwardly.
As he was lost in his reverie, the ball of purple liquid was suddenly pushed away by the blinding golden light. Intricate, ancient symbols enveloping a barrier appeared, seemingly pushing and cleansing the ball of purple liquid. The choir’s voice was not blocked anymore, thundering, as though they were celebrating.
Surprisingly, the shield of the sentinels suddenly disintegrated, but a tangible shield was being held by each one of them, solidifying and expanding, mainly driving the ball of purple liquid away.