Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

By the time Loren's attack faded, the angel had already spread its wings, revealing its once again riddled body.

In that brief span, its injuries had nearly fully recovered.

"Who are you? Did you kill Fein?"

Loren guessed Fein was the name of the angel who had died by his hand, but he still didn't admit it right away:

"Who's Fein?"

"The name of the angel who fell before."

The angel held its sword in both hands, the tip aimed at Orianna, and began to gather power.

Loren hadn't expected it to honestly answer his question, which gave him another chance to mock:

"There's no need to remember the name of an ant."

"Arrogant!"

The angel turned into a streak of light, instantly appearing behind Orianna, still holding its sword with both hands, a residual image left in its original spot.

This move was so fast that Loren almost failed to see it.

But even if he truly couldn't, it didn't matter. From the moment Orianna started charging, she had already activated Void-walking.

Loren didn't need to worry about whether this move would damage the soul; after all, Orianna had no soul.

"Remember who you die by—Great Archangel of Light, Uriel."

Uriel didn't feel anything off about the strike. Its attack was so overwhelmingly powerful that against any opponent, it would feel no resistance at all.

"I told you, there's no need to remember the name of an ant."

Just as Uriel heard those words, Blood Moon Condensed Light crashed down on it. This time, Orianna used a full two thousand five hundred points of mana.

The terrifying crimson light even eclipsed the sunlight. A thick beam of light smashed Uriel straight into the ground. Everything the Blood Moon Condensed Light touched began to split and disintegrate—including Uriel's flesh.

Loren had deliberately raised his voice when speaking, so everyone could hear their conversation. And now, Orianna had truly one-shot Uriel.

Loren knew he couldn't kill it, but the people didn't.

In an instant, fear reached its peak.

When the Blood Moon Condensed Light faded, a bottomless pit appeared on the ground. Orianna didn't press the attack; instead, she landed and stood beside Loren.

"Now it's my turn to vent."

Loren cracked his neck. Fighting through a puppet and doing it himself felt completely different.

"You've angered me."

Uriel slowly floated out of the deep pit. Most of the eyes on its wings had closed, and the light around it had begun to dim.

"What can you do? Go tell your mommy?"

Before he even finished speaking, Loren swung Requiem. Orianna's orb slammed down on Uriel, who had tried to fly away, forcing it back down. Loren's blade landed precisely on Uriel's wing.

Blood light flickered on Requiem. Loren coated its edge with Blood Moon Condensed Light, enhancing its cutting power. With one strike, he severed one of Uriel's wings.

At the same time, Orianna kicked the back of Uriel's knee, forcing it to kneel before Loren.

The crowd was already numb. Even an angel kneeling couldn't make them more desperate.

"You—!"

Loren didn't give Uriel a chance to speak. A knee to the face shut it up. Orianna casually kicked its back, completely throwing it off balance.

Loren slashed Uriel's longsword away. Orianna smashed her orb into the back of its head. Together, they ganged up on Uriel like street thugs. Loren even had time to take a picture.

Whenever Uriel tried to stand, another Blood Moon Condensed Light slammed into it. It was beaten for a long time, until everyone had run away.

"Almost there."

Loren kicked Uriel away. Then, the orb and Orianna simultaneously released Blood Moon Condensed Light, smashing it back into the ground.

By now, it was shattered, but its authority remained. It couldn't be killed completely.

The sky suddenly cleared. Intense sunlight overpowered the starlight, driving away the wandering souls in the air.

"Amy's finally here..."

Loren stood within the Nameless Darkness, letting out a quiet remark.

Amy was the true name of the God of Light and Fire, and Loren casually spoke it, committing blasphemy.

"God of Fear, The Myriad-Faced Visage of Terror, Ignafas!"

Loren spread his arms, calling out the God of Fear's honorific and true name.

"Please feel the plummeting of hope and courage, and savor this ultimate fear!"

The fall from hope to despair, the turn from courage to fear—these were the things the God of Fear loved most.

And such things were everywhere now. Loren had shattered their faith entirely. The fear was so thick it had already reached the level where an Outer God could descend.

"I use the Nameless Darkness as a vessel, and hereby beseech your arrival..."

Screams erupted around him. People's fear was being extracted, converging into the Nameless Darkness, causing it to swell continuously.

Originally, Loren had only planned to summon some powerful monster. But he had unexpectedly run into Uriel, an angel he had long wanted to kill.

Its defeat had doubled people's fear. The plan was going too smoothly—much smoother than Loren had imagined.

So, Loren decided to directly request an Outer God's descent.

The sky instantly dimmed, then brightened again. The authority of the God of Fear clashed with the authority of the God of Light and Fire, locked in a stalemate.

"Ignafas! In the name of the Perpetual Observer, I grant you permission to descend here!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the sky instantly darkened. The God of Fear immediately gained the upper hand.

The Orthodox Gods were no match for the Outer Gods to begin with; they could only rely on the world's rules to resist them.

Now, Loren had invoked the authority of the Perpetual Observer, opening a gap in the world for Ignafas, allowing it to dominate in an instant.

The Nameless Darkness beneath Loren's feet began to writhe. Ignafas was truly about to descend.

"The God of Fear isn't like the Goddess of Love. Its vessel won't just stand there and let itself be killed. Good luck."

Loren looked at the sky, which had turned into a living, writhing entity, and smiled.

This was the second time an Outer God had descended into this world. The first was the Goddess of Love, but her vessel was Noah's lover, who simply stood there and let Noah kill her.

This place was getting too dangerous. Loren grabbed Orianna and jumped into the sea, swimming away as fast as he could.

...

When Uriel dragged its mangled body out of the deep pit, it saw a sky that had completely gone mad.

"What... is this..."

The oldest of all angels felt fear.

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