Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 231: War Angels in the Fifth Epoch
It was supposed to be a great day for William Augustus I.

As the retired founder of the Kingdom of Loen, William I usually didn't have much to do. After all, as a Sequence 1 Hand of Order, there weren't many things in this world worth William I's personal attention. The only thing that concerned William I recently was probably their cooperation with the Witch Cult and their contact with the Aurora Society.

After all, these matters are related to the deification ceremony of George III's promotion to the Black Emperor, which can be said to be the most important thing for the Augustus family in recent years.

If George III can become the Black Emperor, it means that Augustus can break free from the control of the Seven Gods this time, truly become one of the rulers of this world, and increase the survival rate of the Augustus family in the doomsday.

Even if the war with the Feysac Empire goes smoothly, he may be able to make further progress as the Hand of Order - the only way to become an arbitrator lies in the Church of the God of War in the Feysac Empire.

Therefore, even though he knew that the actions of the Loen royal family would trigger the targeting of the three major churches once exposed, William I still acquiesced and even promoted everything to happen.

Augustus needs a Sequence 0; they must survive the apocalypse.

As for the mortals who died as a result - how could William I, an angel, care about these ants?

"Hmm?" William I, who was enjoying afternoon tea, looked up in a certain direction and was suddenly stunned.

Because He saw a person who should have died, a being who had fallen many years ago.

——Red Angel, Medici.

That's right, before today, Medici had never directly appeared in contact with Augustus, and he left all the contact work to other people.

"Should I say it's been a while? I never thought you'd become a Sequence 1, and even built such a kingdom with the support of Night and Storm. Haha, I guess even Trunsoest didn't expect that the final winner would be you."

The Angel of War emerged from the shadows, looking down at William I not far away. He greeted him verbally, seeming very intimate, but his body language was very casual, as if he did not take the Hand of Order in front of him seriously at all.

"...Mr. Medici, long time no see." William I looked at the war angel not far away, but the more he looked, the more frightened he became, because he found that the war angel in front of him seemed real.

But how could this be possible? Medici had clearly fallen long ago. Even if he were resurrected, he couldn't have quietly regained his unique status as a Red Priest… Various thoughts flashed through William I's mind, but his expression remained calm. He asked, "I wonder what you are planning with your sudden visit?"

"What? I thought you should know very well." The war angel sneered. He glanced at William I and then looked away. He seemed to be looking at the palace belonging to Augustus. However, no one noticed that there was a trance in the depths of his eyes.

For the war angel, today was a day full of hellish jokes. He closed his eyes and opened them again, and arrived in the future more than a thousand years later. He saw his future self who was disabled and weak. He was also told that he would die soon and become one of the hot pot ingredients for Tudor to be promoted to the Red Priest. Moreover, the person who helped Tudor cook him was Adam.

Even the war angel knew that Adam was not Adam, but the divine incarnation of the Lord.

To be honest, the War Angel was still in a trance. He wanted to treat all this as a clumsy illusion, a provocation, but everything the War Angel came into contact with told him - this was real, this was really the future, and everything he told him in the future was also real.

But how could this happen? The war angel couldn't understand. He couldn't figure out how the eldest son of God could suddenly become the Lord's incarnation of divinity, nor did he understand why the Lord chose to do that.

In the future, he mentioned some possibilities, such as that he was contaminated by the City of Disaster and would become a war-spreading machine as long as he became Sequence 0, but this still could not dispel the War Angel's doubts.

Because the War Angel was not puzzled by the fact that the Lord prevented him from becoming Sequence 0. The War Angel was puzzled by why the Lord refused to tell him his true identity, why he didn't just tell him the truth - it was obvious that as long as the Lord told him all this, he would choose to give up becoming a Red Priest!
The War Angel is indeed very strong, so he wants to become Sequence 0, but he has never had to be Sequence 0.

When there's a compelling reason to give up, for the sake of the Lord and to prevent himself from being further contaminated, the War Angel doesn't mind giving up the fight for Sequence 0, and even temporarily giving up uniqueness and the characteristics of Sequence is not out of the question.

Then the war angel suddenly realized that the reason why the Lord did not tell him all this and chose to cook him like a hot pot was because he did not believe in Him.

Adam didn't believe that Medici would give up being a Red Priest, giving up his uniqueness and Sequence 1 characteristics out of loyalty to Him, or out of some ridiculous love for this world.

When he realized all this, the War Angel suddenly felt like laughing, so he raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically, "Ha! That's really funny." He didn't know who he was laughing at.

"...What?" William I, who was wondering whether the war angel in front of him was real or fake, looked at him with some doubt.

"Isn't it ridiculous? You're so shy." The war angel looked up at him, his smile becoming even more mocking, and said:
"Let me guess what you're thinking right now. You're doubting, hesitating, and questioning my authenticity because the war angel in your memory is dead."

"...I do have some doubts about your arrival." William I hesitated for a second, but did not completely deny it. He simply said, "After all, according to the intelligence I know, you have indeed fallen. Of course, I don't mean to question your authenticity. I am just curious about how you..."

"Enough! After saying so much, you still doubt my existence." The War Angel suddenly interrupted William I. He looked at the Hand of Order in front of him and smiled wantonly, saying:

"Whether I am a war angel or not, we'll know after a fight."

"What?" William I's pupils shrank and he said, "Wait..."

However, before He could finish His words of resistance, the war angel had already taken action.

For a moment, flames filled the area.

At the same time, in the different space created by Mr. Men——

Rowling and Medici were eating melons. As for Bernadette, she was of course not here. She had been sent back long ago.

"To be honest, you used to be very hot-tempered!" Luo Lin commented as he looked at the two angels who were already fighting in the projection.

(End of this chapter)