Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 609

Clang, clang!

The battle with Metatron intensified.

Seun and Blake.

Though the two were pushing Metatron hard, the situation was not in their favor.

“The more I see, the more I regret your skills. If you had accepted glory as it was, you could have reached even greater heights.”

The master of Diablo, Seun.

The master of the Black Wings, Blake.

Even with the two guild leaders pressing him, Metatron showed no signs of tension. He simply deflected their attacks with a casual wave of his flame sword.

‘A gap!’

Seun, who had moved behind Metatron unnoticed, swung his sword.

The power of the ‘Little Devil, Azoth,’ which he had used first, was already spent, and he was now using the power of his artifact for the third time, trying to cut off his wings.

– The rock-splitting sword, Durandal, unleashes the energy of the goblin dormant in ‘Daitouren’ [a magical artifact or skill].

– The Manjusri Sword is recreated through ‘Daitouren.’

Clang!

The joint of the wing, where armor didn’t cover.

Despite the precise strike aimed at that spot, the wing was not cut.

Metatron tried to react immediately, but Blake swung his daggers in both hands, blocking his movement.

In the meantime, a strong gust of wind erupted from Seun’s sword.

– According to the mysteries of the Black Tower, the power of ‘Despair of Wind’ is amplified.

Swoosh!

Finally, he cut it.

Thinking so, he gripped the sword in reverse to cut off the remaining wing as well.

“Indeed, impressive.”

Flames exploded from Metatron’s body.

Both Seun and Blake, who were trying to maintain their momentum, were pushed back by the force of the flames.

Regaining their senses and looking up, Metatron was still standing there, spreading his massive wings as before.

“Seun, did you fail?”

“No.”

“Then…”

“To cut off my wings. I am surprised.”

Twelve wings fell from Metatron’s back, turning into flames and scattering as ashes.

Seun had succeeded in cutting off Metatron’s wings.

However, Metatron’s wings were not just one pair.

What was visible was a single pair of massive wings, but those were made by overlapping the thirty-six wings he had shown at the beginning.

In other words, Seun had only cut off twelve of the thirty-six wings.

‘That was the best attack I could muster right now.’

It was also the weakest part of Metatron, as indicated by the journey’s guide.

Yet, he couldn’t even cut half of the wings.

It was truly an absurd defense.

“Seun, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, but… I don’t think we can defeat him like this.”

“Indeed, he’s tough. That guy.”

It wasn’t just Seun. Blake hadn’t been able to inflict any significant damage on Metatron either.

The only fortunate thing was that Metatron’s attacks were simple.

If Metatron’s attacks had been strong as well, the battle might have already been decided. In the name of Seun and Blake’s defeat.

“…Seun.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“From now on, leave it to me.”

“Leave it to you? You have a way to fight Metatron alone?”

“I do.”

“…”

“But, don’t interfere.”

“Don’t interfere?”

“Even if I’m in a dangerous situation. Even if my life is at risk, never interfere.”

Blake said with a stern face.

He made eye contact with Seun as if receiving a promise, and only after Seun nodded did he turn his back.

“You’re thinking of facing me alone?”

“Yes.”

“That’s arrogance.”

“Maybe.”

“Knowing that, you’re still rushing in… Do you want to die here?”

“Maybe… I don’t know.”

Blake raised his twin swords. Spreading his red wings wide, he burned the remaining divinity.

Watching that, Seun could realize one thing.

The power Blake had been using with Lucifer’s divinity, Reversal [a power that reflects damage].

He hadn’t used that power even once since entering the spire and the battle began.

* * *

Whirr!

The flames spewing from Metatron transferred to Blake’s wings.

He had been dodging well so far, but it was impossible to perfectly avoid the flames that spewed out in all directions without any blind spots.

“It’s no different from a moth flying into a flame…”

Blake ignored the fire on his wings and rushed at Metatron.

After all, his flames wouldn’t go out even if he blew wind or rolled on the ground.

Blake dug into Metatron’s chest and swung his burning wings like a knife.

The spreading feathers shot out like sharp daggers.

A desperate strike, sacrificing half of his wings.

Clang!

All of those attacks collided with his heavy armor and fell powerlessly.

In that chaotic scene.

Stab!

“Even if I am a moth.”

Blake finally succeeded in stabbing a dagger into his body.

The heavy armor covering Metatron’s entire body.

Among them, the joints that inevitably existed to allow movement.

A black dagger was embedded in that spot.

“Flames like yours cannot burn me.”

A clear provocation.

Blake swung the white dagger in his other hand towards the dagger embedded in the joint.

An attack like hammering a chisel.

No.

Blake’s attack was not like that.

White and black.

The moment the two daggers met, they merged into one, and the blade of the dagger lengthened.

Naturally, Metatron’s shoulder was cut open, and blood splattered from the gap in the armor.

“Even if I’m not a flame.”

However, Metatron was not idle either.

As it became difficult to wield his sword due to the cut on his left shoulder, he grabbed Blake’s ankle with his empty right hand.

“You are just a pathetic moth.”

Bang!!

Blake’s body was thrown out miserably.

The wound he inflicted on Metatron’s left shoulder.

That was the best strike he could leave behind.

One wing was twisted abnormally from rolling on the ground, and half of the opposite wing had already been blown away by the previous attack.

With both daggers stuck in Metatron’s armor, there was nothing he could do.

A completely defenseless state.

Now, all he could do was wait for death.

“Do you still have no change of heart, challenger?”

“I… came to seek the key. By the order of Lord Lucifer. I don’t need anything else.”

“Lucifer, Lucifer. Lucifer… I see. You are…”

Metatron grabbed the sword of fire with his right hand.

No more mercy could be seen in his eyes as he raised the greatsword above his head.

“A minion of a cruel fallen angel.”

“Everything is for Lord Lucifer.”

“Lucifer. Even if he has already crossed the path of corruption, a path of purification still awaits you, who were merely whispered to by the fallen one.”

“Everything is…”

“It seems you will not abandon your distorted beliefs until the end.”

Whoosh!

The greatsword of fire blazed.

It was on a different level from the flames he had shown so far.

The huge flame, blazing so brightly that it seemed to touch the high ceiling of the spire, emitted a dazzling white light.

A sacred flame that seemed to blind anyone who looked at it.

A sacred flame that made anyone who looked at it bow their head involuntarily.

That flame.

Slash-

Cut Blake’s body.

Flames erupted from the sword mark that ran diagonally from his left shoulder.

A sacred flame that burned not only the body but also the soul.

The shock of the soul burning would be accompanied by pain incomparable to the burning of the body.

Yet, Blake did not scream.

Instead, he stared straight at Metatron and muttered.

“For Lord Lucifer.”

It was then.

From Blake’s stigmata [marks of religious devotion], the red divinity, which could be said to be Lucifer’s symbol, blazed fiercely.

The red divinity soon swallowed even the flames that were burning on Blake’s body, amplifying its power.

“What…!”

Blake stood up from his spot. Then, he raised his right hand high and took a stance.

It was not the stance he usually took to wield his daggers.

It was the same stance that Metatron had taken a moment ago to swing his sword to attack Blake.

That was not a simple illusion.

Whoosh!

A greatsword of fire soared from Blake’s hand.

It was not the same sword as Metatron’s.

A greatsword of fire even stronger than that.

The flames of the greatsword that soared from Blake’s hand did not just burn as if to reach the ceiling, but raged so fiercely that they seemed to burn down the entire spire even after reaching the ceiling.

“Fallen angel, are you finally committing even greater blasphemy…!”

Metatron’s feet did not move.

Lucifer’s power, Reversal (逆轉) [a technique that reflects damage].

Among them, the power to return the damage the caster received itself to the enemy. No, it was a power that returned the attack to the enemy, amplified several times over with Lucifer’s divinity added to it.

Because it reversed the situation the caster had been in, the enemy could not escape or avoid it.

This was the final strike, betting one’s life.

It was the final hidden move that had defeated Metatron before Seun’s regression.

Slash-

The greatsword of fire was drawn downwards.

Metatron’s body was cut diagonally, and a pure white flame erupted violently from that spot.

“Lord Lucifer…”

Blake gasped for breath.

Thanks to the wound being cauterized by the fire, blood did not flow, but his body was not only cut diagonally but also wounded in the soul.

He was in a state where it was amazing that he was even conscious, let alone able to move his body.

“The key…”

However, Blade moved. He did not stop his steps towards the throne that Metatron was guarding.

“I will offer it…”

Each step seemed to shave away at his lifespan.

Just a little more.

If he took just a few more steps forward, he could reach the throne.

On his shoulder.

Thud.

“I acknowledge it. You are strong.”

Metatron’s hand was placed.

It was just his shoulder being grabbed, but Blake could no longer move.

He bit his lip tightly, trying to move his body somehow, but as ‘hope’ disappeared, his body no longer moved.

“If you were the only challenger, I would have wielded my sword with all my strength in respect for you.”

In Blake’s eyes, who had turned his head with difficulty, stood Metatron.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t inflicted any wounds.

Metatron also had a large wound carved into his body to the point where his heavy armor was torn off, and one wing was split in half due to the flames that had spread to the back of his body.

“If so, I would have fallen to that strike as well.”

However, Metatron did not fall.

His strength was exhausted, and he had suffered a serious injury for the first time in his life, but.

“But, I have not fallen.”

In the end, he did not fall.

“And even with your injured bodies, it is impossible for you to defeat me.”

Blake lowered his head.

That was right.

Although they had succeeded in inflicting serious injuries, Seun had only cut off one of the thirty-six wings even after unleashing a strike.

Reversal, the last resort. He was facing an opponent who had not fallen even after reversing his own wound, a wound that was directly connected to his life.

Unlike before Seun’s regression, Blake had managed to save his life even after using the final Reversal, but he had ultimately failed to defeat Metatron.

There was no longer a way to defeat this monster.

Just as he was thinking that.

Kwaaaaa-!!

A tremendous pressure was felt from behind.

It was not the power felt from Metatron.

In fact, Metatron himself was taken aback by the pressure felt from behind and turned his head.

“This is…!”

Naturally, the source of the pressure was Seun.

Seun, who had not interfered until the end as Blake had requested, no matter what danger befell him.

The power felt from his body was.

“How can such power be felt from a human body!”

– The Treasure Warehouse of Greed has been opened.