Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha

Chapter 117 Cost Of Betraying A Woman

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The taste of victory filled the air, intoxicating the minds and bodies of all who had fought valiantly. The creature's imprisonment within the golden bottle brought a momentary break for everyone who was exhausted in battle.

However, their precious break was abruptly shattered as a divine symphony pierced the heavens. A holy divine circle, radiant and resplendent, materialized in the sky with an electrifying buzz.

And Like ethereal beings from another realm, multiple figures adorned with metallic silver bodies and majestic wings emerged from within the circle. Their facial features concealed with a helmet and their presence exuded an enigmatic aura, leaving all onlookers afraid of the divine energy they were emitting .

The sky became their canvas as they hover like mighty beings, their silhouettes blending seamlessly with the beautiful night sky. Their arrival was both mesmerizing and unsettling, like an intrusion upon the mundane world. 

"Artifical Angels!" The collective gasp escaped the lips of every member of the DSAS team as they laid eyes upon these summoned divine beings. Artificial Angels, as they were commonly referred to, manifested before them in all their ethereal might. Standing at an imposing height of ten feet, each angel possessed an awe-inspiring presence.All of them equiped with resplendent metalic wings and white heavy maces which made them more intimidating .

This was the undeniable truth that had granted the Vatican its unwavering power and influence throughout the ages. Their individual fighters might not possess unrivaled strength, but it was their profound mastery of summoning these extraordinary beings that set them apart. The awe-inspiring presence of the Artificial Angels demonstrated the Vatican's formidable command over both ancient mysticism and Divine powers.

But Denise did not back down. She understood the need to halt the Angelie's momentum before her team's morale waned further. Despite the imposing presence of the Artificial Angels, she recognized their true strength to be no more than B-Rank at most.

"Do you really think you can take on two organizations with just this?" Denise's voice cut through the tension, her words laced with a mixture of defiance and bravado. The challenge she presented hung in the air, daring Angelie to overestimate the strength and resolve of her team. Her intent was clear: to rally her people, to remind them of the alliance they had forged with Larry and the Ministry of Magic

However, Denise's attempt to bluff her way through the situation seemed to fall flat.

Angelie, hovering gracefully in the air, met her gaze with a cunning smile. 

"Two? Oh, Denise, you seemed to overestimate your own capabilities," she replied, her voice dripping with confidence. "You should checked your numbers first before talking" she giggled with a hint of mockery in her face.

"What are you implying?" Denise's eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into her voice.

"Let's just say I have my ways," she teased, her words filled with a deception.

Denise turned her attention to Larry, seeking answers from her supposed ally. However, Larry's focus seemed unbothered, his eyes fixed on the golden bottle in his hands. He had a satisfied and relaxed expression, as if he had already anticipated this turn of events.

Her frustration bubbled to the surface, tinged with a touch of indignation. She felt a sense of betrayal in Larry's nonchalant demeanor. Was he disregarding their deal?

Larry scratched his head after sensing Denise scary gazed, his smile tinged with awkwardness.

"Denise, I apologize if it seems that I'm betraying you," he began, his tone a mix of apology and dismissal. "Our agreement was centered around the creature, and now that it's taken care of, our deal was done. The ministry wont intervene in your personal matters with the Vatican" 

Denise's eyes hardened, her face laced with frustration after hearing his reasons.

"The Iron Maiden remains a threat," she asserted firmly. "Our alliance was built on facing challenges together. Are you betraying me? "

The tension between them crackled in the air, unspoken words hanging between them. Denise's defiance clashed with Larry's detached stance, creating a rift in their partnership. 

Larry did not reply and simply signaled his group to back down .

"So you finally showed your true color. Fine , I'll just kill all of you !" Denise words echoed with hatred .

The atmosphere crackled with tension as her voice thundered with pure anger, reverberating through the battlefield. A wave of darkness surged forth from within her, enveloping her form and casting an eerie shadow over the surroundings. Her eyes, once filled with determination, now gleamed with an ominous darkness that seemed to draw in all light around them. The very air quivered in response to her unleashed power, as if acknowledging the dark forced that had been awaken.

In that moment, her alter ego rose to the surface, unbridled and free. The walls that held her back crumbled under the weight of her unleashed potential. It was a revelation that struck fear into the hearts of those who stood against her, for they had underestimated the true extent of her power.

"I'm going to make you regret ever crossing my path," Denise's voice dripped with wicked contempt as she chuckled sinisterly. A transformation swept over her, distorting her face into something truly grotesque. She embodied the epitome of a terrifying witch, her features twisted into a hideos spectacle.

Even Angelie, the embodiment of unwavering but flawed faith, found herself taking an involuntary step back as she bore witness to Denise's horrifying transformation.

The sight before her resembled something straight out of a horror movie, a chilling manifestation of evil that sent a shiver down her spine. The sheer malevolence emanating from Denise was enough to unsettle even the most devoted believers.

"Eliminate this heretic!" Angelie's voice rang out with fervent conviction as she commanded the artificial angels to launch their assault.

Her subordinates, their faces contorted with fear and determination, began to pray fervently, seeking divine intervention to combat the unholy force that stood before them. With a singular purpose, the summoned angels propelled themselves towards Denise, their divine weapons poised to strike her down.

"Dont forget about us!" Lyka's voice rang out, carried by the force of the wind she commanded. With a swift motion, she propelled herself towards the oncoming artificial angels, her presence like a gust of defiance amidst the chaos. The winds whirled around her, forming a protective barrier that shielded her from their divine weapons.

Following in her wake, Enferno ignited with an infernal blaze that engulfed his entire being. Flames danced across his body, casting a fiery glow that painted the battlefield with shades of red and orange. He became a living embodiment of elemental fury, his power unleashed without reservation or restraint.

Their combined assault was a perfect mixture of wind and fire, an elemental combination that echoed through the battlefield.

Lyka's winds guided her with precision, enabling her to maneuver swiftly amidst the angels, her attacks striking true with each gust. Meanwhile, Enferno unleashed torrents of flames that consumed the artificial angels, their divine forms flickering and faltering under the relentless assault.

Denise, on the other hand, effortlessly dispatched anyone who dared to approach her. With swift and precise movements, she unleashed her dark winds, cutting through her adversaries as though they were mere tofu. Their feeble attempts to challenge her were swiftly met with defeat, as she moved with an almost supernatural grace and precision.

"Summon more angels!" Angelie ordered, well aware that Denise's team would eventually succumb to exhaustion.

She felt elated just imagining how she had orchestrated this scheme flawlessly.

Unbeknownst to her, there was another group far more dangerous than Denise's team, patiently biding their time for an opportunity to strike.