8 Forced Confrontation

He had heard that some researcher in heaven made an invisibility cloak.

Too bad he didn't have one.

Apparently it would "diminish the dignity and image of the Legions of Heaven" so it wasn't implemented into their equipment.

So instead he had hidden behind a building and watched the human through the x-ray function of his incongruent high tech helmet.

With caution, he followed the man through the concrete jungle of the human city.

Eventually, he ended up in the outskirts of the city, where a small, inconspicuous condo lay. The windows were shattered and replaced with colored paper. The door also looked like it had been hastily fixed after being kicked off its hinges. Likely leftover purge damage.

The man went inside. Soriel landed lightly on the roof and continued to watch through the extremely convenient x-ray function.

The man cautiously peaked under the makeshift curtains, before breathing out the breath he had been holding.

Soriel watched him walk around the house aimlessly before opening an inconspicuous closet.

At this point there were too many obstructions to observe with x-day vision.

Soriel first swept the area for signs of life with the infrared function. Concluding it was safe, he entered the house boldly, in a manner befitting that of an angel.

Unfortunately, his wings caught in the door frame.

His head and torso could go no further but his legs moved unaware of the upper body's plight.

Unsurprisingly, his feet walked on nothing but air as he tripped. He fell on his back and his wings were forcibly folded, resulting in a concerning crack.

Not only that, he made quite the large thump.

He soon heard a flurry of footsteps.

He was unable to get quickly due to the weight of his wings causing an imbalance due to his position, making it difficult to upright himself.

God gave him no miracles as the closet door was kicked open and a dozen men holding knives and guns walked out in double file lines.

There was obviously some sort of underground shelter in there.

They looked at him in shock.

"Old Fang was right! It's an angel!" An uproar flew up amongst the crowd as they all trembled heavily. A few curious children and other residents of the shelter had also come out to see the commotion.

It was not surprising as the swarm of angels did exterminate 90% of the human race in a week.

Some of them had personally seen the seen of helpless slaughter.

One watched as one man was swarmed with half a dozen angels, and within seconds, the body was in several pieces.

Another had watched an angel throw a spear from 30 meters away to pierce someone's heart.

Another one said he saw angel shoot someone with a gun. Although no one believed him.

The others had never seen angels, and had hidden during the entire ordeal. Even when it ended, the few angel corpses were returned to heaven. Not by turning to dust or anything, they were just carried back by a comrade so the body could be reused or recycled.

Though they never saw an angel before, to see a living myth before them left them speechless.

In all their eyes, angels were immortal and invincible. Humanity was annihilated because they willed it so.

By this time Soriel had already gotten up, his shield was close to his side and his hand over the hilt of his sword.

"What are you waiting for?! Kill it!"

All of a sudden, a strong looking man walked out of the closet. His frame was big and his head was bald.

His body pulsed with muscle and several scars could be seen on his face and exposed arms. There was a tattoo of a dragon raising along his shoulders, looking as if it was roaring at every movement.

"I said kill it! These things can die! There's only one of it and ten of us! It's just another walking bag of experience!" His face held no fear as he looked at the angel greedily. He evidently did not fear the angels.

The other men looked around nervously and gripped their weapons tightly.

Soriel knew that in time, they would gain the resolve to fight back, so he must take the initiative.

He drew his sword and lunged toward the man at the forefront. He did not use his spear as the space was too narrow.

The unlucky person lost his head in an instant, the delayed spurt of blood made several people scream. Some of the men even dropped their weapons and ran.

Soriel has actually wanted to strike the obvious leader of the group, but he stood at the very back. Contrary to his appearance, he seemed to be rather cautious.

The more fearless men fired their guns at him. His shield was raised immediately seeing the raised guns, and sparks showered the area as the shots were blocked at near point blank.

A man was actually hit by a bullet's ricochet, and he fell to he ground bleeding profusely.

Soriel took the opportunity to dive into the pack of men and swing his sword wildly.

Even if they had light armor, the blade of unknown material severed their bodies wherever it landed. They tried to fight back, but most of their fighting experience came from fighting helpless people, ambushes, and cowardly tricks.

Blood dyed the walls red, giving it a free paint job, and 5 men died in the chaos.

Soriel thought that he had it in the bag, as the humans could barely resist. He just watched his level grow periodically.

Lvl: 23>24

Str: 33>35

Agi: 38>40

Def: 18>18

Res: 20>21

He honestly thought the levels were redundant, as he felt invincible with his overwhelming superior equipment.

He was just severing another man's torso when a he suddenly felt a chill behind his back.

He immediately turned and held his shield before him.

A machete with a razor sharp edge, stained with spatters of blood, landed on the shield heavily.

Soriel felt his knees buckle slightly. What was this strength?

"Hehe~! Little angel, my level is 47! What's yours!"