Clash

Kabriel surged ahead, leading his army with unwavering determination as they rallied behind him, united by their mission to rid the world of those who defied the divine.

Angel's forces prepared for battle. This time, Azrael donned her helmet, her movements purposeful as she sealed the mask with a chilling finality.

"It's time," he muttered, his voice tinged with a cold resolve. "We must show them the consequences of their blasphemy."

Silent yet resolute, Samkiel advanced alongside him, gripping his longsword tightly.

As they approached, murmurs rippled through the opposing ranks. Charlie cursed under his breath, frustration evident.

"Are they insane?" he grumbled. "They think a few words are more than enough to start a war?"

The original plan had been to encircle Angel's forces, negotiate, and assess the possibility of forcing a surrender. But faced with such brazen defiance, the decision was made to strike first and deal with the consequences later.

"They're beyond reason," Stakar remarked coolly. "We target their leader, eliminate them, and then decide our next move. If Angel proves too formidable, we retreat without hesitation."

With Stakar reluctantly assuming leadership, the order was clear: no mercy, no hesitation.

"Attack!" the looters cried, their voices echoing with bloodlust as fighter planes and energy cannons locked onto the Angels in the vanguard, poised to unleash their fury.

Kabriel found himself in a tight situation, his three high-level Angels under relentless attack. The battlefield was a spectacle of aerial combat, with fighters, beams, and Angels weaving through the air. Trails of fire and smoke painted a mesmerizing dance of life and death.

In the midst of the chaos, the Ravagers were relentless, trapping the middle and low-level Angels in a deadlock, halting their advance against the enemy ships. The sheer numbers of Ravagers overwhelmed them, making it impossible to break through.

Despite their bravery, the combined forces of the middle and low-level Angels only totaled two thousand and eighty. The high-level Angels, with their immense power and speed, proved unstoppable against regular spaceship weaponry. Missiles and fighters were useless against their might, effortlessly slicing through them.

As the battle continued, several massive spaceships met their end in dazzling displays of fireworks, relieving some pressure on the Angels below. But the situation remained dire, with the Angel Legion still posing a significant pressure.

Feeling the urgency, Stakar took command, leading the charge against Kabriel himself. Other leaders followed suit, each engaging one of the high-level Angels in combat.

Among them, Stakar confronted Kabriel head-on, his powerful physique and honed skills proving to be a formidable match. With a mix of firearms and hand-to-hand combat, he, along with Taserface's support, managed to keep Kabriel at bay.

Meanwhile, Charlie a giant warrior wielding a heavy sword faced Azrael directly, ready for a clash of titans.

The battle knife sliced through the air with fierce intensity, its blade gleaming in the dim light, but it seemed futile against Angel's icy demeanor. Instead of harming Angel, the giant found himself covered in jagged gashes, blood oozing from his wounds.

With the resilience granted by her physique, Azrael stood strong against the onslaught, her determination unwavering. "Too weak," Angel remarked coldly, landing another blow on Charlie's already battered body.

Meanwhile, Samkiel's expression remained as cold as ice as the Aleta opposite of him manipulated icy energy, slowing Angel's pursuit. With a wave of her hand, she directed a barrage of attacks from their subordinates, effectively ensnaring their adversaries.

On another battlefield, Samkiel squared off against the formidable Ravager. The Ravager had undergone extensive technological enhancements, making his body incredibly tough, powered by a potent internal energy source. Despite his speed and deadly claws, the Ravager found a worthy opponent in Samkiel.

While the Ravager boasted impressive abilities, Samkiel, a high-ranking Angel, proved to be evenly matched. Unlike some who relied on external enhancements, Samkiel's strength came from within, without any obvious weaknesses. His speed surpassed that of the Ravager, and his blade, wielded with precision, sliced through even the toughest defenses.

Their clash sent metal shards flying with each strike. Other Ravagers hesitated to join the fray, watching the lightning-fast duel unfold before them.

As the battle intensified, the higher-ranking Angels maintained their control over the Ravager Leaders. However, the lower-ranking Angels found themselves increasingly overwhelmed.

"Stakar, lend me your aid!" Charlie cried out, his energy fading.

Stakar even though willing to help, struggled to break free from Kabriel's assaults. He looked back at Charlie, eager to assist but unable to do so in time.

With the enemy gaining ground, Stakar made a critical decision. "All units, concentrate on the lower-ranking Angels! Once they're dealt with, we'll regroup and tackle the lower-ranking ones!"

Above them, the looming spaceship adjusted its main gun, targeting the height ranking Angels.

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