My Space-Time System

612  Raining Angels

In the Synder Empire throne room, the arrangement of individuals during meetings was totally different and there were even more.

The first was the founder of the Empire, Synder, who had descended in his physical form. He embodied the essence of divine combustion and radiated an aura of unquenchable white flames. His stiff face was decorated with fiery white eyebrows and a thick white fiery moustache.

Adorned in an intricate ensemble of shimmering golden armour, Synder's regal attire seems forged from the very essence of molten gold, each plate and ornamentation intricately detailed. The armour, embellished with ornate patterns reminiscent of dancing flames, moulds seamlessly to Synder's form, embodying strength, resilience, and an otherworldly elegance.

Standing to his right was Emperor Cinder and at the left was Prince Bryon, while the councillors stood in their normal positions with their heads bowed in fear of angering the god of flames and destruction.

Apart from the presence of the founding father of the empire, there were three new people in the room. The first was his beloved grandson, Luciano, who hadn't changed much. The next was Castiel, who now had dark purple hair with a cruel smile spread across his face while his diabolical aura slowly diffused from his body.

He had just stepped into the angel realm not too long ago and was the second to the weakest person among everyone present. However, he was the most comfortable with his head raised high even in the presence of Synder's oppressive aura. Even his countenance felt like everyone else in the room except for Synder was beneath him.

The last but definitely not the least was the God of Light and leader of The Crusaders, Solarael. Seated on a floating hard light construct, Solarael was the embodiment of radiant splendour and the light element. Solarael possessed an eternally youthful countenance, with chiselled features that reflected an otherworldly beauty. His eyes, akin to twin orbs of glistening sunlight, shimmered with an inner glow that mirrored the cosmic radiance of stars. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Solarael's hair cascaded like liquid gold, flowing in waves of shimmering brilliance that caught and refracted the light around him. Each strand seems to radiate its own soft luminescence, adding to his divine allure.

'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'. This was the first thought that came to the God of light when he heard about the involvement of the masked man of the league in the war of both empires. Immediately, he made a decision to contact and join hands with Synder to enact his revenge.

Once they formed the alliance, he got to know about Synder's plan with the 'All-Father'. However, he wasn't told the full story all he was told was that the former All-Father had a way of breaking them out of the dimension if he was to return to the Deity realm.

Knowing that this dimension that they were banished to was nothing but a cage that limited their growth. This made him quickly accept the deal.

"How was your evaluation of the 3rd sea lord?" Synder asked in a calm tone that would make an outsider not believe that he was on the losing end of the war.

"When it comes to a real fight, I am certain I would defeat him," Prince Bryon said with unwavering confidence in his eyes.

Contrary to what people believed, the battle at the city of Calton served a different purpose. It was an evaluation of the Tigerian empire's true strength. As soon as Prince Bryon had acquired the information necessary from the Sea lord and the battle at large, he ended the battle quickly and ordered a retreat.

"Good…" Synder said with an evil grin spreading across his face.

With the collaboration of the empire and The Crusaders still hidden from Tigeria, they had the element of surprise on their sides. Since the Tigerian empire had shown the full extent of their strength in this war, Synder planned that every Siege laid by the enemy from now on would be a trap to kill masters of the Tigeria.

Since the top masters of the Synder empire were monitored, no one would the Crusaders to appear during each siege and ambush the top masters of the Tigerian empire. That was how their counter was meant to start, but then an unexpected issue arrived at their doorstep, taking the entire room by surprise.

Siren sounds erupted in the room, one signalling the arrival of an intruder. A frown spread across the faces of everyone in the room because they believed anyone bold enough to attack the capital was not simple. Immediately, a screen lit up and the image of Cassius seated on his mana crystal throne appeared, by his sides were the masked man and Blake. Standing behind the trio were the masters of the Tigerian empire and masters of the League of Assassins!

The room fell silent as everyone was shocked by this new development. They never consider this possibility, leaving them with so many unanswered questions. Amongst everyone in the room, Castiel was the one most shaken up by the sudden development, seeing Cassius, the man who defeated him in the past and also foiled his plan to take Blake's body, left a bad taste in his mouth.

If he couldn't win against Cassius in the past when he was the All-Father, how was he meant to stand up to him now he was in the body of a mere angel?

Everything associated with Cassius gave him nothing but nightmares.

"I guess the war will end sooner than expected," Synder said, his initial shock had faded and was now replaced with a grin. His words drew the attention of everyone in the room. Even the councillors raised their heads, gazing at their God with expectant eyes. Even Prince Bryon and Emperor Cinder couldn't help but look in Synder's direction. They all believed If someone knew how to get them out of this mess, it was Synder!

"It's time to unveil our surprise." Synder said calmly in response to the expectant gazes.

Upon saying this, the throne released a bright light, engulfing everyone in the room. As soon as the light faded, everyone was gone except Solareal.

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Above the Synder empire capital, Cassius' gaze casually shifted from below to the area in front and in response to his actions, Blake, Dorian and the other masters of Tigeria and the League traced his eyes. At the spot where Cassius was looking at space seemed to twist and turn violently and the next instant numerous figures appeared at that spot.

"I didn't know you were so eager to die," Synder taunted as his figure came into view with his subordinates.

In an instant, a fiery and malicious aura exploded from his body, washing through the entire area. The presence of the God of war and destruction was boundless and fierce. As if in response to their master's aura, Angels of the Synder empire began rising into the air from the capital, their murderous gaze pinned on Cassius and his crew.

At this point, the masters of Tigeria and the League felt pressured. The sheer number of the enemy forces was simply overwhelming, it was clear they were badly outnumbered. 'Why the fuck were we brought here?' Zyvexin cursed under his breath as he wondered why a man he knew nothing of, seated on the crystal throne, brought just a few of them to fight Synder and his entire forces.

"We do not need these small fries disturbing us, do we?" Cassius said, clearly unperturbed by Synder's taunts or the staggering number of angels rising against them.

Upon saying these words, the atmosphere turned heavy as an ominous feeling rippled from the crystal throne. It seemed as if time had slowed down as the feeling of death washed over the area and the crystal throne turned black. A terrifying pulse of dark energy rippled from the black throne, covering the entire area.

There was silence for a second but what happened next left many shaken. Hundreds of angels began dropping from the skies, unconcious! To those above, such a display of power has never been seen before. Even Zyvexin and Xeros couldn't help but give Cassius another questioning look as they wondered who the hell this man was.

For those below, walking on the streets of the capital, they watched with their mouth left wide open due to shock. Angels which are considered the main fighting force of any empire were disabled in an instant! It was raining angels! That was the only way they could describe what was happening.

Unmoved by the outcome of his attack, Cassius gently grabbed the armrest of his black throne and pushed himself up. As soon as he was standing, the throne was consumed by a fog of darkness, blocking it from the view of everyone. A cool breeze blew across the battlefield, blowing away the fog while revealing a black reaper's scythe levitating by Cassius' side, just within reach of his right hand.  _______________________________________________________________________________________________

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Killing God: Wrath of the First Nephilim

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