So I'm a sheep.

"..."

The girl kept her eyes closed and did not respond to what he said.

Still dreaming?

It must have been a very important dream, otherwise I wouldn't have been so completely absorbed in it.

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, but decided to go up and wake Sasha.

There was no other way; the Titans had already deployed their forces and were about to attack. It was time for the Holy Angel Sariel to go into battle.

Just as he reached out his hand, the class monitor suddenly noticed that the girl had a black crown of thorns on her head.

Has the Titan King started a war?

Without opening her eyes, Sasha asked calmly.

"Yes"

"Okay, class monitor, you go ahead. I need to make some final adjustments."

"..."

Sensing keenly that the power of the Holy Angel was beginning to expand inexplicably, the class monitor nodded and decisively walked out.

'Sasha has gotten stronger again. She used to be an evenly matched opponent (never having won against her), but now the gap between them is widening.'

'Damn it, I must break through as soon as possible!'

The sounds of war drums, battle cries, and lamentations were all so melodious.

Cleos rushed to the battlefield with great excitement. He was fully prepared and ready to carry out the act of slaying the saint today!

“Saliye—”

He shouted provocatively, but received no response for a long time.

Titan King's face darkened. He wasn't afraid of anything now, except that the holy angel might sense something and slip away beforehand.

But with so many angels fighting and the three legion commanders not leaving, Sally could not possibly leave!

"Saliye, come out and fight me now!"

Crios said in a deep voice, "Now that things have come to this, you mustn't..."

The Titan King's provocation came to an abrupt halt as he saw an angel flying towards him in the distance.

But was that really Saliye?

........................................

Her unfathomable dark eyes were captivating, and her waist-length hair swayed slowly like a snake.

Her snow-white skin appeared eerily unsettling against the backdrop of her black dress, and the holy angel's exquisite face inexplicably exuded a sinister charm.

Wearing a crown of thorns, Sasha slowly made her way to the battlefield.

He didn't speak, but the holy angel looked at Crios as if he were looking at a dead object!

On the battlefield, it was always the Titan King who oppressed the Holy Angels, but this time, the situation was completely reversed.

"..."

What does this feel like?

'Inescapable fate'

In an instant, such a thought popped into Crios's mind.

My calamity, so this is what my calamity is like.

Good, very good!

"It has to be done this way, it has to be done this way!"

Crios was filled with fervor; his fighting spirit almost solidified into a tangible form.

"I used to be very confused."

"How could such a 'weak' Sally become her own calamity?"

"Can destiny be so easily transcended? If so, what do my hesitations, my resolve, and my fears amount to?"

The death knell was finally summoned by the Titan King, who roared with laughter: "Hahahaha, excellent! My doom, you have not disappointed me after all!"

clang--

The thirteenth bell tolls!

clang--

The fourteenth bell tolls!

clang--

The fifteenth bell tolls!

The power of the death knell had no effect on the holy angels, but Sasha's expression changed.

Why did Crios suddenly become stronger?

With each toll of the death knell, the Titans grow stronger.

After the bell rang three times, his strength had surpassed that of Heimla!

.....................................

“Saliye!!!”

With a roar, the Titan King transformed into lightning.

"Come--"

Without opening the Wall of the Heart, Sasha transformed into a beam of starlight and crashed straight into Crios.

The starlight and thunder collided, and Titan King sensed something was wrong.

The power of thunder has been weakened; if I exert ten parts of my strength, I might only hit the Holy Angel with eight parts!

"Humph"

The starlight suddenly intensified, and before he could think further, Crios confronted him directly.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was no room for any skill to be used; this was a battle of power between the holy angel and the divine king.

"Thunder, tear apart our enemy!"

Titan King roared, his blood boiling, his life burning.

We must abandon everything for today's battle!

'Devouring the thunder, giving birth to new light!' Sasha cried out in her heart.

Crios's trump card was indeed unexpected, but that was all.

I, wearing the black crown, will not lose. How could I, who has regained the power to devour and nurture, possibly lose?

"Finally!"

As the light of the end appeared, the death knell in the Titan King's hand began to shake repeatedly.

After the bells rang three times and forty percent of the Titan pantheon's fortune was sacrificed, the remaining fortune of the Titan race was no longer enough to completely suppress this forbidden artifact.

Sensing that its 'master' was right in front of it, the Death Knell began to backfire.

Crios, who was already at a disadvantage in the battle, was now even more vulnerable.

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, the girl reverted to her true form as a holy angel.

He used both hands to block the lightning bolt that was striking him, and with force—torn it in two!

"Well"

Crios stumbled backward, his left arm torn apart, along with the death knell clutched in his left hand.

......................................

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

"Crios, this is the consequence of your insistence!"

The girl kept rubbing the death knell with her palm, her eyes filled with joy.

Forbidden artifact, it's mine.

"..."

"If it doesn't belong to me, then let it be destroyed!"

His left arm was torn apart, and the death knell was lost.

It's alright, it's just a minor predicament.

I can still throw a punch! I'm not giving up!

"clang!!!"

Titans, my pantheon, sacrifice yourselves for me!

With a single punch, the Titan pantheon's fortune was completely devoured by the God-King.

"what!!!!!"

With a furious glare, Crios's eye was split open, leaving a bloody mark on his face.

The bell has already rung sixteen times.

The prophecy foretold that he would perish after the bells rang eighteen times, therefore, therefore...

A desperate, all-or-nothing strike!

"I may fall, but I will never admit defeat—"

"Oh my gosh, Sally!"