SWDnovel Chapter 215 The Arrival of Metatron
Chapter 215 The Arrival of Metatron
The void outside the world in Bright God Realm No. 49.
"Familiar?"
Looking at the little bat that was flying towards her with its wings flapping in the distance, Azrael raised her eyebrows, who jumped out of the world immediately after feeling the strange aura.
I haven't seen this kind of inefficient means of transmitting information since she was promoted to a superior god.
Looking at the bat familiar parked in front of her, Azrael, who was completely unimpressed by the breath on her body, pondered for a while, and reached out to receive the letter brought by the other party.
Although she didn't have the slightest impression of the aura on this bat familiar, she noticed a familiar aura in this letter.
"Has Xiaoji become interested in familiars again recently? 35
"Strange, why didn't I hear her mention it before...
Glancing at the feather in the envelope, Azrael, who regarded this familiar as Jibril's latest achievement, tilted her head, then opened the letter to check the details.
The other party had just left with Archangel Uriel from the Bright God Realm not long ago, and it was almost time to reach the target location.
At this time, I wrote back, 80% of them came to ask for help.
Jibril had done this before, so Azrael was not surprised.
At best, the means of conveying information is a little strange.
but..……
Although Azrael guessed the beginning, she did not guess the ending correctly.
This letter was indeed a letter of help handwritten by Jibril herself.
But the content inside was not what she expected Jibril to ask her about the weaknesses of her vampire clan and the means to deal with the power of fate, but a letter of help in the true sense.
【Azrael, I overturned. 】
[The other party's condition is to let Master Artixu come over in person, you can decide. 】
Lost?"
Looking at the three lines of words written in bright red blood in the letter, Azrael, who had thought that her little sister had just suffered a small loss, froze, and the expression on her face stiffened.
what's the situation?
When Uriel came to ask for help before, didn't he say that the opponent was at most the strength of an ordinary superior god?
hum~
"Uriel that trash! 39
Azrael's expression darkened as terrifying magic power suddenly appeared on her body.
been pitted.
It was her only thought at the moment.
She still understands Jibril's strength.
Although the birth time was the shortest, the opponent's talent and combat power were the top existences among them.
If the strength of the vampire named Masefield is really only the level of an ordinary superior god, then Jibril can't lose so fast, and he can't even escape.
That is to say...
Uriel's information is wrong!
Taking a deep breath, Azrael, whose face was full of anger, calmed down again and returned to the world below.
She went back to the Bright God Realm to settle the account.
The most urgent thing is to ask Arto-sama's opinion first.
"Oh?"
After hearing Azrael's report, Artosh, who was sitting on the huge throne, was not angry, but laughed instead.
"Somewhat interesting.
Since he was promoted to a higher-level god and provoked the consciousness of the void, his abilities have almost spread throughout the void.
In this case, the other party dared to name him and let him be present, which means that there is no need to say more.
"It seems that I can move my body after a long absence.""
"With all due respect, Lord Artosh.
Azrael, who was standing below, said with a serious expression:
"The other party is not qualified to let you do it yourself. 99
"Being able to defeat Jibril in such a short period of time, I admit that the vampire called Masefield has some strength.
"But that's all.
"You don't have to do it."
"As long as you send me over, this farce will soon come to an end.
"What if you lose too?" Artesio asked.
"You should understand, that vampire called Masefield is just a bait.
"The person who is really eyeing me is an unknown guy hiding in the dark.
"It's just a hidden person!"
Azrael replied without fear: "As your servant, Lord Artosh, I will not...
hum~
"Who?!
Halfway through the sentence, Azrael, who suddenly noticed something, suddenly turned around and looked at the door behind.
.....for flowers 0
I saw that under her gaze, a stranger in a black cloak passed through the gate and entered the hall.
"Don't pretend to be a ghost! Give you three seconds to report your identity!
Azrael, who suddenly had a terrifying aura in her hand, scolded: "If you can't do it, you don't need to speak!
"Don't be nervous, Azrael, President of the Eighteenth Wing Council."
As if Azrael's warning had an effect, the stranger figure stopped his steps and looked up at the two in front of him.
"You should know better about who I am, don't you.
"...Metatron?"
Looking at the face under the cloak with a frown, Azrael's eyes flashed with a look of doubt.
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"How did you come?"
Didn't the rumors say that the other party was seriously injured and it would take at least a month to return to the front line?
Now that the other party is not doing well in the rear to recuperate, what are they doing here?
"I'm here to help run errands."
After taking out a red cross that Azrael was familiar with, Metatron spoke slowly.
"Not long ago, the latest information came from Michael, and the top gods of the Dark God Realm were dispatched on a large scale, ready to test the details of our Bright God Realm.
"In order to prevent accidents, Michael asked me, the wounded, to come to the front line ahead of time, and run an errand to ask you for help.
"Ask for help? I don't think you know what good things your Bright God Realm has done.""
Azrael, who was still thinking about the reason, froze, and a sneer appeared on her face.
"Just because you provided a wave of wrong information when you asked for help not long ago, Jibril's life and death are unknown now."
"You still want to ask for help in this situation? I think you are dreaming!"
"Even if you say that, I, who just came to the front line, don't know what happened.
Metatron shrugged indifferently, and then turned his gaze behind Azrael.
Looking at the huge figure who had not spoken, he calmly asked, "Artreus, what's your decision?"
"I agreed to ask for help and sent someone to help.
"Or rather reject our call for help and prepare to do my own thing."