"Die!!"
Julian shot into the air like a dark comet, leaving a trail of dark energy in his wake. He appeared instantaneously before the vanguard Angel, and with a ruthless, horizontal swing of his supreme broadsword, he slashed him cleanly into halves. There was no resistance, no clash of divine steel—only the sickening sound of armor and flesh giving way.
"Huh?"
Julian was stunned. His combat instincts, honed over centuries of slaughter, misfired. He turned his gaze to his dark soldiers, who were butchering the angels. The heavenly invaders simply stood still, their wings locked, their weapons lowered, none of them moving an inch to defend themselves.
"...Is this a stun or paralyze skill?" He muttered to himself, genuinely confused by the absolute suspension of an entire divine legion.
The next moment, an undeniable, commanding voice shattered the silence of the battlefield:
