How unbelievable this was!
They simply could not imagine that the rebellious angel of the past could have grown to such a powerful level.
Metatron stood within the Starry Chaos of the multiverse, his golden wings snapping and billowing violently in the storm.
He took a deep breath, feeling that long-lost aura.
Boom—!
Achir and Shahrat arrived together. As they gazed at that unruly, untamed figure, countless emotions instantly surged into their hearts.
"Achir! Shahrat!"
Metatron looked back at them.
Achir and Shahrat grinned.
"Stand back. Let me deal with these two hypocrites first."
Before his words had even faded, Metatron's battle robe fluttered wildly.
The wings behind him suddenly burst open in all directions. In the next instant, countless holy shadows appeared at once.
"Die!"
With a fierce shout, Metatron charged toward the two archangels with the divine spear of sacred flame in hand and smashed it down.
