2: Underneath A Thousand Skies

277 This Pyschopathic Demon Is Psychic (29)

Shuu—

A great explosion of light rocked the air, sending both the angels and the demons to become temporarily blind. A lone figure, looking like a rocket blasting off, shot forward from the smoke.

"Die!"

Chuljang roared in anger, before her flaming whips danced in the air. Azrael, the angel that ruled over the virtue 『Patientia』, caught her whip made of flames without blinking. In her hand, the flames sputtered and died.

"Leviathon, you cannot win against me."

"My name is Chuljang!"

Chuljang let go of her whip and instead yanked her sword out. Her sword blazed in the air, like molten lava that had taken a solid form. Her aura of wrath covered her from head to toe, forcing the angel to retreat.

Azrael lightly sighed. "Then, you leave me with no choice."

"Stop saying hypocritical words like that, you bastard!"

Azrael released her own aura, which bathed her in golden rays of light. Magical energy rose up in her body, and as she unsheathed her own sword, Chuljang began her attack.

Their swords clashing together echoed loudly in the air, the two figures blurring and appearing seconds later, a few feet away from their original position.

The two of them were very different in their approach to battle. Chuljang was aggressive and fast, while the angel was more slow and deliberate, carefully planning her every move.

『Ira』 and 『Patientia』, the sin and its opposing virtue, fought by the lords that ruled over them. With their every move, wounds tore apart their body.

Chuljang roared and powerfully swung her sword. In the next instant, a long wound was seen in Azrael's shoulder.

Huā huā!

Azrael didn't lose to her either. Her sword strike slashed against the demon lord's arms and penetrated into her thigh. Chuljang coughed out a mouthful of blood, her red eyes blazing.

"You...!"

"Leviathon...no, Chuljang. You were always too impatient. While you were out there throwing a temper tantrum, what do you think I was doing behind the scenes? Patiently training day and night, and raising up my power little by little."

"I don't give a damn about your stupid backstory. Shut up and fight, you bastard!"

Despite her wounds, Chuljang dashed forward without a care for the pain that was coursing through her body. The angel's sword was imbued by holy power, which acted like a poison for the demon lord of wrath.

Pēng!

One of Chuljang's wings got torn. She felt the time slowing down...no, it didn't actually slow down. More accurately, she had sped up. She could see Azrael's eyes opening wide.

"You crazy..."

"Yeah, I'm a crazy bitch. So what?"

Her speed began tearing off her wings, but Chuljang didn't care. Her body shot forward, her sword bursting into flames with enough heat that it could melt down everything that was blocking its path.

Shinnng—

Chuljang swung her sword. Azrael had mocked her, saying that she was doing nothing while the angel was training hard everyday.

She was doing nothing? What a joke.

The underworld she was living in was chaotic, completely unlike the heaven where these bastards lived a calm and organized life. If you weakened just by a little bit, other demons would devour you and use you as their stepping stone.