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[Archangel of Death: Zerachiel]
[HP: ■■■■■■■■■■]
The one that emerged from the Celestial Gate was the Archangel of Death.
“It’s been a while since I last came here… to the Middle Realm.”
Surprisingly, Zerachiel looked so calm and composed as if he had just stepped out for a casual stroll, which was not one would expect after hearing his intimidating title.
He was around one hundred sixty centimeters tall at most. His youthful face had soft, rounded features, and his glossy golden hair swayed gently with the wind.
The Archangel of Death, Zerachiel, looked like the textbook definition of a beautiful boy.
“This one’s quite powerful,” he muttered with interest as he glanced at the +16 Vanquisher’s Grasp in his hand.
Woooong!
The +16 Vanquisher’s Grasp was still brimming with the immense energy of Touch of Death, but it looked so helpless in the hands of the Archangel of Death.
“Dangerous things like this shouldn’t be flying around,” Zerachial said nonchalantly.
And with that, the Archangel of Death casually tossed the +16 Vanquisher’s Grasp far away.
BOOM!
The +16 Vanquisher’s Grasp crashed into the town hall, obliterating it in an instant without leaving any traces of it. It was as if nothing had ever existed there to begin with. It was like the place had always been uninha...
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