Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 489: Curiosity Killed The Cat [Part 2]

As the three Archangels neared the island, they immediately sensed the ripples of magic in the surroundings.

It didn't take them a lot of time to pinpoint its location, so they quickly headed there.

The Archdevils, the Fae, Elves, and Beastkins, who were holding back the Shadow Worlders, the Fomorians, and the Demons could not divert their attention, making them feel helpless.

If they went after the three Archangels, then their enemies would be freed and would also head toward the island, making the battle more complicated.

They could only hope that the three Archangels were only curious and would not attack Cliodhna, who was maintaining the barrier as well as the ceremony that would allow Ethan to attain an Origin Magic.

The Archangels weren't their enemy, but they weren't their friends either.

Knowing this, the beautiful lady could only hope that the three wouldn't attack her and simply watch from the side.

It didn't take long for the three Archangels to enter the Invisibility Barrier and see the two Humans inside another protective barrier.

The leader of the Archangels glanced at Ethan and frowned.

He could tell that the young man was only an Astral Body and seemed to be undergoing some sort of ritual.

'What do we do?' one of the Archangels asked. 'Are they a threat to us?'

Before the leader could answer, a purple flame briefly erupted from Ethan's body, making all three Archangels back away at the same time.

'We should leave,' the Leader of the Archangels said. 'This is not our battle.'

The two Archangels nodded and left the invisibility barrier alongside their leader.

Although the eruption was brief, all of them felt the power of a Progenitor. This was not a being that they could handle on their own.

Seeing that the three Archangels left peacefully, Vincent and the others who were blocking their enemies heaved a sigh of relief.

But this relief didn't last long because several more Demons and Fomorians arrived at the scene.

They, too, had felt the magical fluctuations and had come to see what was happening.

The moment they saw that their allies were fighting against their enemies, they didn't hesitate to offer assistance, pushing the defenders back.

'Vincent, we're sorry, but we will not risk our lives for you,' the two Archdevils hastily retreated after seeing that they were at a great disadvantage.

'Sorry, Cliodhna, there's just too many of them,' the Fae called out to her ally. 'We can't hold them back. Sorry!'

Just like the Archdevils, the Fae, Elves, and Beastkins hastily retreated after the enemy reinforcements had arrived.

They were already hard-pressed to defend against the foes they were fighting earlier, and when the enemy reinforcements arrived, they knew that they had no chance of surviving if they stayed.

Vincent backed away and stood between his wife and the enemies, who all started to laugh at him.

The Archdevils, Archangels, the Fae, Elves, and Beastkins watched this from a safe distance with grim looks on their faces.

"You will die here, Human Conqueror," the Balor, who had fought Vincent, declared before laughing heartily.

With a wave of its hand, the invisibility barrier that was hiding Cliodhna, and Ethan, dispersed, allowing everyone to see them.

"I knew it." the Balor sneered. "The Queen of Banshees is also here. It seems that today is our lucky day. We caught two big shots. I'm sure our Masters will be pleased."

The Shadow Worlders, the Demons, the Fomorians, and the Balor all eyed the three Humans with hostility.

Victor and Cliodhna were among the humans who were on the top of their kill list, and whoever managed to bring their heads back would receive a generous reward from their respective Masters.

Vincent glanced at his wife, who was also looking back at him with a determined look on her face.

Both of them were now facing a choice.

Either they leave Ethan and survive, or they stay and fight to the death.

Both choices were hard, and the two didn't want to make either of them.

"Just run!" one of the Archdevils shouted. "Will both of you sacrifice yourselves for a single Human child?!"

"He's right, Cliodhna!" the Fae cried out from a distance. "You are important to us. Leave that soul alone!"

"Vincent…" Cliodhna muttered.

"I know," Vincent replied, not even letting his wife finish her words. "I wouldn't be able to face them if anything happened to their child."

The Balor laughed when he realized that Vincent and his wife had no intention of escaping. Although many of them would die today, they would make sure that the two annoying pests would accompany them to the afterlife.

"Get them!" the Balor ordered.

Immediately, the Demons, the Shadow Worlders, and the Fomorians all attacked at the same time.

But just as they were about to descend on the island, countless lightning bolts descended from the sky and vaporized the Lesser Demons, causing the enemy forces to scatter.

"Who?!" the Balor shouted as he looked in the distance.

There, he saw a woman, who seemed to be in her early thirties, riding on a flying broomstick.

Right beside her was a man, who was just as handsome as Vincent. His crimson eyes looked at the Balor as if he were an insect that he needed to crush no matter what.

"Catherine!" Cliodhna shouted in surprise when she saw her sister coming to her rescue.

"What took you so long?" Vincent asked in relief as he looked at his brother, whose long black hair fluttered in the wind.

"I owe you one," the man replied before glancing at Ethan, who was on the ground.

After confirming that his son was safe, his gaze once again landed on the Demons, who had raised their guard.

If Vincent was hailed as the Conqueror, then the man with long black hair in front of them was known as the Executioner.

After seeing him, the two Archdevils, who had decided to play safe earlier, immediately hovered beside Vincent and crossed their arms over their chest.

"Don't worry, Vincent," one of the Archdevils said. "We got this."

"Just rest at the side," the other Arch Devil commented. "We'll make short work of these small fries."

The corner of Vincent's lips twitched because the two bastards had suddenly become brave after seeing his brother arrive on the battlefield.

They were like two soldiers who didn't care if they were fighting entire armies and stood there like true heroes who could take on the world together.

The Fae, Elves, and Beastkins weren't as shameless as the two devils, so they decided to stay where they were.

"Catherine, look after him," the handsome man said.

"Yes!" Catherine didn't hesitate and flew toward the barrier, inside of which the Astral Body of her son lay.

Tears blurred her vision because she didn't expect that she would be able to see Ethan in the Lands of Saraqael.

She had left him in the Human lands to keep him safe.

But it seemed that Fate had other plans for the young man, who had no idea that a great battle was taking place while he was talking to the Purple Mist inside his mind.

"Since you dared to hurt my son, none of you will leave this place alive," Ethan's Father said coldly.

The man's eyes glowed purple as four pairs of Purple Wings appeared behind his back.

A second later, countless black swords appeared on the battlefield, blocking out the light of the sun and covering the world in darkness.

"Grand Aria."

As soon as the man spoke those words, countless deadly swords descended from the sky with fury.

Each blade hummed the song of death, trapping their enemies in a slaughterhouse that would not disappear until all of them had perished.