"Damn you!" Creuserey screamed.
His voice cracked with fury and desperation, echoing across the ruined battlefield.
I regarded him coldly.
"I'll give you one chance," I said calmly. "Run away. Take what remains of your pride and never come back."
Shalba opened his mouth to retort.
"We'll never lose to a human—"
His sentence never finished.
A holy sword pierced straight through his skull.
There was no dramatic scream.
No final curse.
Shalba Beelzebub, descendant of the Devil King Beelzebub, vanished into pale dust that scattered in the wind.
The battlefield fell deathly silent.
Creuserey's pupils shrank.
Katerea froze mid-step.
Behind me, dozens of golden ripples bloomed open in the air.
The Gate of Babylon.
From each portal protruded weapons of every conceivable kind—swords, axes, spears, daggers, halberds, maces, glaives, and countless shapes that defied simple classification.
They hovered silently.
Yet the pressure they emitted was overwhelming.
These were not ordinary weapons.
These were artifacts that had rewritten history.
Blades that had slaughtered devils and gods alike.
Axes that split mountains and tore open skies.
Spears that pinned Primordial beings to reality.
Shields that once stood between humanity and extinction.
Demonic blades that felled seraphim.
Sacred swords that executed Devil Lords and Satans.
Treasures forged at the dawn of civilization.
Weapons that had crushed Primordial Gods.
Weapons that had challenged Heaven itself.
Every surviving devil felt it.
Their knees buckled.
Their hearts seized.
Absolute fear flooded their souls.
Katerea suddenly flared with magic, her form dissolving into a teleportation circle.
She fled.
She abandoned them.
The realization struck the remaining devils harder than any blade ever could.
I smiled.
And with a simple gesture—
The rain began.
Thousands of weapons descended like divine judgment.
There was no resistance.
No counterattack.
No escape.
The battlefield became a slaughterhouse.
Devils were erased in mid-scream, pinned to the earth, impaled through barriers, vaporized by holy constructs.
No matter their rank or bloodline, they were insects before the King's treasury.
Within seconds, it was over.
What remained was a sea of corpses, pierced and buried beneath countless legendary weapons.
I waved my hand.
The portals closed.
The weapons dissolved into golden motes and returned to the vault.
Silence returned once more.
"It's your turn, Enkidu," I said.
The Weapon of the Gods nodded.
He stepped forward and placed his palm against the shattered ground.
A gentle pulse spread outward.
Then something miraculous happened.
The land responded.
Roots pushed through fractured stone.
Grass burst from scorched soil.
Trees regrew in seconds, their branches weaving together as they absorbed residual magic from the corpses, drawing the remains underground.
The earth healed itself.
What had been a wasteland moments ago became a living forest once more.
Enkidu had not only watched my growth over the years.
He had learned as well.
Among the many disciplines he mastered, one resonated deeply with him—magic that governed nature itself.
Through his innate connection to the world, Enkidu had perfected a unique art:
[Natural World Magic].
He could command forests to rise, rivers to flow, and land to recover.
Nature answered him as readily as Zenith Tempest answered me.
He turned back toward me.
"So," Enkidu said lightly, "are we going inside… or greeting our new visitor?"
I nodded.
"Let's meet her."
A few seconds later, the sky brightened.
A soft, radiant light descended from above, accompanied by a vast but gentle presence.
Unlike my power—which crushed and dominated—
This one soothed.
When the light faded, she stood before us.
Calling her beautiful would have been an insult.
Her presence was overwhelming in a completely different way.
Curly golden hair framed her delicate face.
Her figure was voluptuous, wrapped in a flowing dress of luminous fabric that did little to conceal her generous chest.
And from her back unfolded ten immaculate white wings.
She looked as though God Himself had sculpted her by hand.
I smiled faintly.
"You're hard to find," she said warmly.
"And to think I'm being hunted by Heaven itself," I replied with amusement. "I'm honored."
She returned the smile.
"The strongest woman in Heaven," I said smoothly. "Seraphim Gabriel."
Gabriel inclined her head.
........
Some time later.
We were seated in my mansion.
I occupied the central sofa, Sebas and Enkidu standing quietly behind me. Regulus lay in lion form on the floor, observing everything with narrowed golden eyes.
Across from us sat Gabriel, holding a porcelain teacup Sebas had prepared.
Despite her composure, she couldn't help glancing at me occasionally—and each time she did, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
Even angels weren't immune.
"Sebas," I asked casually, "how is Valerie?"
"She's sleeping peacefully," the butler replied.
"You two may rest as well," I said.
Sebas and Enkidu raised eyebrows but obeyed after a nod, retreating to their rooms.
Regulus remained.
So did my readiness.
Facing a Seraphim alone was never something to treat lightly.
Gabriel possessed power on par with a Maou.
But she was also Heaven's most innocent angel.
Still, my Gate of Babylon waited just beneath my thoughts.
And Regulus was coiled like a predator.
I activated God's Eye.
...
[Name: Gabriel]
[Lineage: Pure Angel]
[Title: Strongest Woman in Heaven]
[Level: 87]
HP: 80,000
MP: 90,000
STR: 2,500
VIT: 8,000
INT: 9,000
DEX: 2,400
LUCK: 2,550
Status: Curiosity
Story: One of the Four Great Seraphim created by the Biblical God. Guardian of Heaven's throne. Veteran of the Great War. Co-architect of Heaven's restoration system.
...
She was powerful.
Very powerful.
But not beyond me.
Levels meant little compared to abilities.
"So," I asked calmly, "to what do I owe this visit?"
"Oh—right," Gabriel said, tilting her head adorably. "Sorry for appearing so suddenly."
"No problem."
She straightened slightly.
"A few hours before we located you, Heaven detected an abnormality in the Sacred Gear System."
My eyes sharpened.
"What kind of abnormality?"
"The Longinus began reacting."
She paused.
"Specifically… Zenith Tempest."
My pupils contracted.