Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

My drawing skills are poor, please forgive me!

——(Bonus Content)——

A world map of the continent of Lolan was spread out on the stone table. The group gathered around it to look at it.

"Hmm? How come the Zorro Empire's territory has grown?" Mikayi asked.

"No, no..." Neil Hawke leaned his head forward guiltily.

"The original 'Ais Federation' and 'Zorro Kingdom' combined wouldn't have been this big, would they?"

Mikayi glanced at the black dragon suspiciously.

"That's because...that's because some neighboring countries voluntarily requested to join...that's why the territory..."

"Are you sure it was 'voluntary'?" Mikayi asked again.

“Absolutely, absolutely proactive!” Neil Hawke patted his chest confidently.

"I swear, if those countries are not united in their own free will, may I be struck by lightning..."

Crash—

As Neil Hawke was speaking, a black bolt of lightning struck him directly on the head.

"Your Majesty! This doesn't count! This is black lightning magic!"

Mikayi smiled and asked him, "Really?"

"I can see the magic circle, Your Majesty!!"

"Dragon horns! The dragon horns are on fire!!"

"Help! Your Majesty!!!"

Volume Three, <The Saint and the Angel>

155 The Angels, Barely Existing

(The opening is written in the first person, telling the story of an angel who also comes from the continent of Garan.)

Similarly, she is also a main character in this volume.

(Will end in first person at chapter 166)

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The continent of Garan, a land protected by the angels for tens of thousands of years, was now ruled by a demon that appeared out of nowhere.

That man, that man is simply not fit to be a ruler!

Demons are all evil, even demons that are mutated from humans!

After tens of thousands of years of rule by the Demon King, the once prosperous continent is now devastated. As the continent faces imminent destruction, I lead the remaining legions of angels in a final act of resistance.

I knew how powerful that man was; he was evil and violent. But I knew that my faith told me that evil could never triumph over justice.

Even so, when I led the angelic army to the Demon King's lair, that man didn't even bother to look me in the eye.

This is absolutely infuriating!

Well, I guess I can at least be considered the strongest Seraphim among the Angel race!

No matter the race, even a human king or a dragon leader, they must bow down and pay their respects when they see me!

That man, however, wouldn't even glance at me.

But none of that matters anymore; the world faces destruction. Previously powerful races are on the verge of extinction, barely clinging to life.

I stood on the first level of hell, the scorching heat waves pressing against my face.

My angel soldiers had their wings broken by the hideous monsters, who trampled on the angels' backs like victors.

They were indeed the winners, and I was the loser.

My longsword pierced the ground, supporting me as I barely managed to stand upright.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? As the strongest six-winged seraph in existence, I can't even get into the Demon King's lair.

The first level of hell was enough to stop me. But I know all too well that there is a ninth level of hell.

"Damn it! That Demon King is a bastard!!" I stomped my foot in anger.

I'm not reconciled, I'm so not reconciled. This is the only way I can vent my anger now.

You know, when I came down from the floating island, I solemnly swore to those elders, "I will bring back the Demon King's head and offer it to our great God."

"Istonia," someone called out.

This is a voice I know all too well. This innocent voice awakened my childhood memories, beautiful and wonderful recollections.

A black figure appeared in response, its childlike feet standing before me.

I managed to pull the sword out of the ground, staggered a couple of steps, and managed to steady myself.

“A traitor to the Angel race.” My voice was very soft, almost squeezed out from between my teeth.

I can no longer describe my feelings for her as either hatred or love.

She was stronger than me, that's undeniable. As the pride of an angel, embodying glory and magnificence, the entire angelic race wept for her at the moment of her fall.

Her followers fell into depravity along with her, and the paradise on the floating island even extinguished its holy lamps in mourning for seven days and seven nights.

I watched her warily, every nerve in my body taut. I smiled sarcastically, "Long time no see. You must be doing well by the Demon King's side, my dear sister Renee."

Renee Neal, my half-sister. From birth, her background destined her to be stronger than mine.

"The Demon King sent Reni to check on the situation. The Demon King does not want the Angel race to be wiped out."

Renee clearly ignored what I said; with a casual wave of her hand, she sliced ​​away the magma monsters that were lunging at her.

It split in two. Perhaps only a demon race like this could so ruthlessly annihilate its own kind.

"You keep calling me Demon King, you've really been corrupted by demons, sister."

I mocked her, trying to provoke her.

However, I underestimated the composure of this former Archangel; she showed no sign of anger whatsoever. After annihilating all the magma monsters, she walked towards me unhurriedly, a round object dangling from her palm.

"The Demon King does not wish for the extinction of the angel race. Therefore, Istnia Loxta, the current Archangel, please protect the angel race."

That condensed holy water was enough to heal all the wounded angels on the field. But how could I possibly accept something from the Demon King?

The agonizing cries of the angels echoed in my ears, and waves of heat rolled around me. I clenched my fists and looked down at the holy water.

"Rennie, come back with me..."

Perhaps the wind and sand blew into my eyes, blurring my vision. I could barely see even this shimmering holy water.

As an archangel, my sole mission is to slay the demon king. But as Ishtarnia, my selfish desire is to bring my sister back.

The angels abandoned her, but that doesn't mean I will. Even if she's branded as the Demon King's lackey, she's still the sister I love.

I hesitated for a long time before taking the holy water from Renee's hand; Renee had probably lost patience. She tossed the holy water into the air and shattered it with a flap of her wings.

Like fine raindrops, the wounds touched by the holy water were instantly healed. My legion has regrouped.

The newly transformed angels quickly reorganized their formation, awaiting my command for the second attack.

"The Demon King said that if the angels are so eager to come and die, he would not mind imprisoning the floating island along with the angels."

My angelic army was clearly unmoved by the fallen angels' intimidation; they gripped their weapons firmly, ready to strike.

But I know best. With such a disparity in strength, it's impossible for us to defeat the Demon King on our own. But I can't tell my army; that would extinguish their last hope.

The Demon King is capable of imprisoning the entire angel race. At that time, we were the Demon King's caged birds, and the floating islands were our prisons.

I shook my head and ordered my army: "The demons of Hell are far more numerous than we imagined. Withdraw and go back to regroup."

My orders are absolute. They were puzzled, but no one disobeyed.

As I prepared to leave, Renee was still standing there, as if watching us go.

"Rennie..." This was the first time I'd seen Rennie Neal in a thousand years, and I felt a pang of reluctance at having to leave so soon. "You and I..."

“This is Renee’s own choice, Istnia.” Renee’s six black wings fluttered as she stood atop a massive rock, looking down at me.

I have seen those wings at their most glorious moment, their flawless white surface filled with dazzling holy light.

At this moment, only ominousness and darkness remain.

I couldn't force Renee to leave after she explicitly refused. After a few reluctant glances, I decided to depart.

No one knows what methods that demon king used to make Renee willingly fall into depravity. With a silent sigh, I spread my wings and flew away in the direction I came from.

156 Demon King Extermination Battle

Later, I went through a terrifying training session.

The angel race is supposed to rest for 12 hours a day, but after ten thousand years of intense training, I only need 6 hours of sleep a day to be full of energy. I've sacrificed half my time!

When I rebuild my army and lead them back to hell, that will be another me!

Finally, through everyone's tireless efforts, we defeated the black dragon leader on the first level. The angel's longsword pierced the black dragon's back; these swords possessed the power to sever souls.

Therefore, even a demon king who can control souls cannot resurrect that evil black dragon.

Now I am finally qualified to look the Demon King in the eye. I imagine the Demon King will look at me with a hint of annoyance after I defeated the Black Dragon.

Before we could even step into the second level of hell, the Demon King's voice came from above:

"I still want to remind you that the next level is a maze filled with poisonous gas. If you insist on going down now without any precautions, you will all be wiped out without exception."

"Retreat. It's just a three-eyed black dragon; angels, there's no need to worry about it."

Only?! I was shocked.

You have to understand, killing that black dragon came at a huge cost!

I looked at all the angels. Many of them were injured, and although they didn't say they were tired, their eyes were full of exhaustion.

The Demon King's words should not be easily believed. However, under these circumstances, advancing to the next level is clearly unwise.

Everyone was exhausted, and besides, the weapons were badly damaged.

After a moment's consideration, I decided to return to the floating island first, and then prepare to set off again.

Before leaving, I pointed fiercely at the sky above my head: "You stinking demon king! You are not allowed to add any new leaders to the first level before we get back, do you hear me! Even in a game, there's a save point, right? I'm saving! Next time we'll attack the second level directly, understand?"