10 Running Away

Upon flying off, he immediately released an emergency signal. The signal would be sent to every angel on the planet. If anyone was nearby, they could come to help.

The signal he sent was a yellow tier one, meaning he had found humans, but they could not be handled alone. There was also a green and red signal. Green was an all clear signal, meaning hat there were no humans in his vicinity, so that other angels wouldn't search the same area more than necessary.

Red was a danger requiring the Legion Of Heaven again. The danger levels were far different, but that was all that was necessary.

An alert would be marked on a minimal installed on the high tech helmet, so they could know wherever the problem was at anytime.

But his heart sank.

There were no other angels within a hundred miles miles of here. It seems they had left the region to him while spreading out.

And now, even if help did come, it would take quite awhile to arrive, even with their wings.

By the time they arrived, it may very well be too late.

His wings were already faltering. The previous damage and forced use had aggravated their injuries, and he could now barely lift them, as they began to feel heavier and heavier over time.

He knew they would fail eventually. He took a pill from a pocket on his waste and downed it in one gulp. He could feel his pain alleviating and his wounds visibly heal.

This was another bit of Heaven's craft. As the higher plane, it was top notch in every aspect, whether alchemy, medicine, or technology.

This was a pill that supplied his body with nutrients that fueled his natural healing factor, which was already higher due to being an angel, and accelerated the healing process.

After taking it, he landed on the ground. Though it was a miracle medicine, in the end, it was only a field medicine. So if he kept aggravating his wings through flight, the injury would not heal, and instead become worse. So he landed to let it heal. To receive proper treatment, he would have to go to a hospital. I

He also only had one of these, as Heaven wasn't willing to use their budget on medicine for immortal souls that would return to heaven and pick up a new body after death.

In short, their life was cheap, and medicine expensive. If they were hurt, it was basically cheaper to replace their body.

This wasn't a lack of rights thing though, just a fact. The only risk in dying was losing your levels, as the life force dissipates upon death.

Though bodies didn't sound cheap, they were. A dead body was easier to fix than a living one, and the only ones who used them were the Legion Of Heaven who would frequently venture into the mortal world for patrol and stuff.

He hoped he had flown far enough. With flight, he was certainly faster than them, though not by much, as he was flying with a wounded wing. Even less could be said about on foot, as that scarred man had a higher level and strength, he was definitely faster than him.

He knew they could definitely see where he was going, it would still take them awhile to arrive.

He decided to make preparations.

He called the Angel Spear and sword, and after some time, the spear arrived first, flying into his hand.

Some time after, a dangerous whirring was heard, and he saw the now boomerang shaped blade spinning at dangerous speeds on its return flight. It was constantly cutting into trees, bouncing off and get right back to flying. The science behind the summon was that one utilized the Heaven aura connection of the weapons with the armor, and like two magnets, they were drawn to each other.

If he was lighter than the weapon, he would be flying instead, rather than he dangerous blade.

He hurriedly canceled the summon and leaped out the way.

The sword immediately rushed past his body and imbedded itself into a tree on the side.

Sighing, he retrieved it and tried to straighten it out as much as he could. Without using the Heaven aura, it became malleable.

Eventually he barely struggled it into its sheath. A part of the blade still stuck out, as he couldn't perfectly straighten the blade. He would not be using it anytime soon.

He then climbed a tree and prepared to do a surprise attack with the spear. He shrouded his body and wings in leaves and branches the best he could do it would not be found quickly, but the wings, not to mention hiding, had trouble even moving, as the branches poked and prodded it everywhere, making him very uncomfortable.

Eventually he got himself as comfortable as he could, and readied his spear.

Within minutes, footsteps could be heard.

"He stopped flying around this area, he couldn't have gotten far, spread out! Search!" Shouted the scarred man. He seemed used to ordering them around, and the way the orders were structured suggested army training.

Soriel waited. Waited until he was closer. Until it was impossible for him to avoid the attack.

In the search, the moved around a lot, and the scarred man went in random directions as well. It was by chance that he finally approached near the tree.

20 meters.

15 meters.

10 meters.

5 meters.

He hoisted his spear, rolling his shoulder in a semicircle.

Then he let the spear fly.