Angels, according to Earth's mythology, are the mortal enemies of demons—locked in eternal conflict, light against darkness.
But in the Abyss, angels are merely annoying adversaries to demons—nothing more. They hold no special status.
They may be enemies, sure—but "mortal enemies" is giving them far too much credit.
After all, the number of demons that have perished at the hands of angels is barely even a fraction compared to those who die from infighting among demons themselves. It's not even worth mentioning.
In Orsaga's inherited memories, angels were classified more as a special species than anything else.
One with countless subspecies and factions.
The "gods" they serve are many—and Jehovah, as recorded in Earth's religions, is just one of the more well-known ones.
As for Satan—the so-called Lord of Hell, enemy of God, master of the Abyss...
In the true Abyss, he's a joke.
No one really knows whether that "Satan" is just the ruler of some offshoot abyssal world, or merely a pseudonym for some random abyssal creature.
Unless it's a branch-world, neither demons nor devils have ever been truly unified.
Just as countless parallel worlds exist across the multiverse, the endless Abyss also spawns infinite variations.
Its limitless branches span across infinite dimensions. Occasionally, due to unique circumstances, certain branch worlds become isolated and develop as standalone abyssal realms.
Their growth paths might have little to no connection to the true Abyss.
Because they are merely offshoots, their energy supply is limited, and the number of abyssal lifeforms within them is strictly constrained.
Even though the creatures born in these branch realms may bear some abyssal characteristics, their power levels are often extremely low.
To make matters worse, these backwater corners of the multiverse are so closed off that they rarely produce anyone exceptional.
Their so-called "Demon Princes" might barely be equivalent to nuclear-level threats—maybe even missile-grade at best.
Orsaga could kill an entire reinforced battalion with a single punch.
If he ever wandered into one of those lesser realms, he could easily take the title "Lord of the Abyss"—not that it would mean much.
He could erase such a world by himself.
Given all that, most Earth mythologies are better taken with a grain of salt.
In the context of the true multiverse, who knows what those stories even mean?
As for angels, the so-called archenemies of demons—
Don't take that too seriously.
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At this moment—
Though surprised by Raiyaglen's sudden burst of angelic power, Orsaga didn't bother dwelling on it for long.
After a few seconds of thought, he shrugged it off.
'Two flavors in one meal—why not?'
Killing Raiyaglen would not only earn him new knowledge on creating evil spirits and anomalies but also give him a taste of what angelic energy felt like.
As for the natural counter-effect of holy energy? He wasn't concerned.
Those kinds of attributes cut both ways. They enhance damage on both sides.
Victory still comes down to raw power.
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Having fully converted his energy,
And after familiarizing himself with the new flow, Raiyaglen—guided by the residual instincts of the angel he once devoured—quickly grasped how to wield it.
Looking down at the towering "plain" below, he didn't hesitate.
He waved his hand—and a wave of pure white radiance fell from the sky.
The angelic power seeped into the land like intangible mist,
Turning it into holy ground.
A domain that inflicted continuous damage upon any evil being standing within.
As that sacred power began to seep downward, Orsaga reacted instantly—throwing a punch that disrupted Raiyaglen's control over the terrain.
Using a technique similar to striking through a mountain, his energy transmitted through the ground—
Until the angelic power, now tangled with earth and stone, was suddenly reshaped into a thousand-meter-long lance, which shot upward and pierced toward a completely unprepared Raiyaglen.
Boom!
A deafening blast rang out as the lance shattered upon impact, its force dispersing violently.
Raiyaglen was launched backward—slammed into the air.
Seizing that moment of disorientation, Orsaga erupted with force once again.
He forcibly melted away the holy power trying to encircle him, then tore open the surrounding sealed space.
In an instant, he crossed vast distances—
And appeared directly behind Raiyaglen.
Without a word, he threw a punch with full force.
This was a strike far stronger than anything he had delivered back on the Planet.
It was further enhanced by dozens of supporting enchantments—each one layered with debilitating effects like debuff, erosion, suppression, anti-magic, penetration, paralysis, illusion...
The resulting impact made Raiyaglen's protective shield tremble violently.
He was knocked away like a baseball—
Accelerated to thousands of times the speed of sound.
If that shield hadn't been part of Raiyaglen's innate racial defenses, it would've shattered completely. That single punch could've cost him half his life.
And before Raiyaglen could recover or even decelerate,
Orsaga appeared once more—this time directly ahead of his trajectory.
Another brutal punch followed.
Boom!!
Raiyaglen was sent flying again—this time smashing through multiple asteroids.
But Orsaga wasn't done.
His form vanished again, reappearing right in front of Raiyaglen, preparing for a third round of celestial baseball.
Seeing this, Raiyaglen was consumed with rage.
Waves of white radiance burst from his body, manifesting as countless feather-shaped phantoms.
One by one, they transformed into white energy blades, stabbing toward Orsaga from all directions.
But Orsaga's expression didn't waver. He didn't even consider dodging.
His fists, moving at superluminal speed, created countless afterimages—
And met the blades head-on in a furious collision.
Explosions. Shockwaves. Bursts of corrupted and divine energy.
Their powers clashed and annihilated each other—wave after wave of overwhelming force.
In mere moments, the surrounding stretch of space had turned white and crimson.
Energy, matter, even space-time itself—
All warped, all twisted in their wake.
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Meanwhile, several light-years away—
A colossal starship, thousands of meters long, suddenly dropped out of its warp-jump.
The spatial tunnel around it rippled like disturbed water.
On the bridge, the captain—a green-skinned being resembling a mix between a dwarf and a werewolf—frowned in confusion and turned to the pilot.
"What's going on? Why did we suddenly drop out of warp?"
The pilot, staring at the flickering readings on the control panel, replied grimly, "Captain, the ship detected an intense spatial disturbance nearby. For safety reasons, the navigation AI forcibly disengaged the jump. We—"
BEEP BEEP BEEP!!
Before he could finish, a shrill alarm blared throughout the ship.
The ship's onboard AI spoke with its usual stiff monotone:
[WARNING: Level 6 energy fluctuation detected in distant sector. Based on energy signature, one entity has been identified as Special-Class Hazardous specie – Teryusa Eye. Immediate evasive action is recommended]
Every crew member's face turned pale.
"Level 6?! Special-Class Hazardous specie?!"
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