Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 4)

Chapter 738: Value (4)

The way they showed hostility toward each other didn't even seem like they'd known each other for a long time.

'Ah, where is the popcorn?'

Seraphim vs. Cherubim, Cherubim vs. Seraphim, there had never been a confrontation like that before.

Needless to say, the atmosphere was very serious. It was so fun to watch internal conflicts, hurting each other's feelings, something like that. That was exciting. Like the Power Rangers, the fight between red and blue was always entertaining. It was a dream showdown.

Personal curiosity also arose.

'Who's the strongest among pigeons?'

Thronus seemed to be the strongest in terms of brute strength, but that wasn't necessarily the case

'In terms of physical abilities, Cherubim seems to have the upper hand. Seeing the fight with Cha Hee-ra, he'll be hard.'

Well, combat couldn't be judged by physical ability, but...

It was clear that he had an advantage. On the contrary, the advantage that Seraphim had was his absolute special skill. I didn't know how much his power worked against another angel, but it was probably better than nothing.

As if living up to my expectations, Seraphim had already begun to pressure Cherubim. The sounds were so loud that I couldn't even focus properly.

'Hang in there, Seraphim. The future of the small world is in your hands. You can't lose. We must capture the future with our hands.'

"Cherubim!"

"You stupid bastard!"

Wasn't the way they called each other and hit at their weapons similar to scenes from great movies?

There hadn't been any damage that could be called a critical hit yet, but it seemed that both bodies were getting dirty.

Baaaang!

Along with that sound, Cherubim was embedded into the wall. After a while, making the same sound, Seraphim was the one buried in return. As they clashed against each other several times in the air, sparks and light continued to flash.

As the blue angel wielded his scythe, the platinum-colored angel protected himself with a huge veil. It was a fight that wouldn't end easily. They knew very well what the other could do.

"You must get away, Seraphim. Don't you know you're still haunted?"

"I told you to shut up, Cherubim."

"Remember what you really were like. Is this who you really are? No one has ever forced you to change, Seraphim."

"You're talking bullsh*t."

"You have to get out. It's not just you. In order for us to move forward... we have to get out. You have to get out of that damn haunting."

"This is what I am, Cherubim. It's you, not me, that need to back off. You really have to get away from those narrow thoughts. If you did, we could climb to a higher place."

"It's not a narrow thought. I just want to protect us."

"You are rotten, Cherubim. What remains unchanged is bound to rot. You can't flow, and you're still standing in the same place. You don't even think you want to flow in the first place. That's more comfortable, after all, and it feels safe. You don't risk things like this. Luckily, I tend to do that."

"..."

"It's easier to choose what doesn't change, so you don't move. No, you have changed at least a bit. Enough to carry out this crazy plan."