Strongest In DxD - Chapter 93

But in the very next instant they regenerate as if they were nothing.

"What the fuck?" cried Azazel without understanding.

Since the battle began Azazel had already destroyed dozens of these shadows, but soon they regenerated as if they were nothing, and this was bothering Azazel greatly.

Before Azazel could react a wave of demonic power sent the Fallen Angel reeling.

Looking forward Azazel had seen another shadow, it was of a man with spiky hair and his aura glowing.

In his hand was a green magic circle that reminded Azazel of Ajuka Beelzebub's [Kankara Formula].

In fact, the very aura of this being was identical to that of Ajuka Beelzebub.

"What a shit indeed, these powerful beings and on top of that an immortal Army" said Azazel grumbling before turning to the sky, "Besides that monster."

Azazel's eyes focused on the sky above where the battle was taking place while a being was overseeing everything, the most powerful being on the battlefield by Azazel's analysis.

He was a very tall man, equal in height to Imperius. He is covered by armor from top to bottom, even his face is not visible. The main color of the armor is steel gray with gold ornaments on it, although the gauntlet, elbow armor, helmet and knee armor are blue. Twelve light ice-blue wings sprout from his back and spread proudly, like an eagle soaring above the clouds.

The winged being flew calmly across the battlefield while analyzing the situation.

To him the outcome was already set, it was a landslide victory for his master.

As one of Ren's greatest creations he had been trusted to attack the Grigori Faction, although he had not been ordered to exterminate his enemies, only to wreak havoc.

For him there was no doubt of victory, his master had granted him control over a portion of the Army of Death and with that victory was guaranteed.

"You bastard!!!"

Turning his attention, the Angel saw dozens of Fallen Angels advancing against him with light weapons in hand.

"Worms" said the Angel as he narrowed his eyes towards the beings.

The Angel's holy aura increased slightly as a cold aura exploded from his body and all the beings that were approaching him were instantly frozen.

An aura of purple and blue ice froze everything in front of him as the Fallen Angels were trapped in ice before being annihilated.

Seeing his enemies dead, the Angel sighed as he uncrossed his arms.

Slowly his right hand slowly a cold aura spread from his body as his power manifested.

In the sky dozens of blue spears of light appeared in the sky as they glowed with the power contained within them.

"I am Gravel, the Archangel of Abstinence, for daring to stand against God you deserve death" said the one named Gravel seriously.

The one in front of everyone was Gravel, one of Ren's greatest creations with Longinus [Annihilation Maker], a creation with a mind and personality of his own, just like Imperius.

But unlike the Archangel of Bravery who possessed the power over [Fire Devil Slayer Magic], Gravel possesses the mastery over [Ice Devil Slayer Magic].

With a wave of his hand all the thousands of lances of light rained down against the battlefield.

The lances of light tore through the air as they fell onto the battlefield piercing and annihilating everything in front of them.

The cries of pain and agony could be heard from those who received the onslaught of power from the Archangel who simply watched everything with indifference.

"I hope Diablo and Satan are not causing trouble" Gravel said sighing, but it was possible to feel the venom in his voice at the mention of the two.

Sighing, Gravel turned his attention back to the battlefield as he stood at attention to successfully accomplish his mission.

Vatican City.

Vatican City, a city-state surrounded by Rome, Italy, is the headquarters of the Roman Catholic Church.

At least that is what humans unaware of the Supernatural world know.

Actually, the Vatican is not only that, but it is also an affiliate of the Angels Faction, the base in the mortal world of the Angels as well as the home of several exorcists.

There are several important sites in the Vatican such as St. Peter's Basilica, a Roman Catholic basilica in Vatican City. Built in the 16th century on the site of a structure erected by Constantine at the supposed site of St. Peter's crucifixion. It is the largest Christian church. The Obelisk and the Piazza Pio XII only added to the grandeur and beauty of the square.

But this was only a few hours ago, for now it was but a shadow of its true self.

The majestic buildings and the city that surrounds them. The glory and the tall buildings, the strong steel, cement and iron that stood firm. Collapsing under the heat of the burning flames that burn them all.

The landscape, wide, firm and still, is no longer there. They split apart, cracks and craters were everywhere, separating houses, buildings and everything from each other. If one were to see the condition of the Vatican from a very high position, one would see the cracked landscape itself, almost like children dipping their little finger into the fragile surface of the sand.

You could see people pleading for help, begging to be saved, and their desire to survive, to live, and to see the next sunrise together with their family. Only for those who beg to be extinguished by the flames that eat them as if they were nothing more than ants.

You could hear people comforting themselves, trying to find a small ray of light in this very dark moment, hoping that a miracle will come and help them. Only for those hopes swallowed up by the darkness coming from the hole in the earth that has broken beneath them, plunging them into darkness.

They pray. They cry. They cry out. They beg. They even offer their souls. As long as they can all survive and see the next day.

But they are never answered. It is not the Devil, the Angel, the Gods or the monster that comes to them, but the wrath of nature itself. The earth opens their bodies, swallows them whole, and crushes them into a pulp of blood within. Fire burns and devours them as if they were made of oil, reducing their flesh and bones to nothing but black objects and ashes.

How could this happen?

In the morning everything was normal, everything totally normal and passive, the human beings went about their lives with normality while the exorcists who were in their base prepared themselves mentally for a possible war. But still it was a normal day like any other.

Then suddenly, at night, an earthquake came out of nowhere and wreaked havoc in the area and spread throughout the city like a plague, devastating the city, tearing and splitting its territory like a volcano erupting with the wrath of the gods themselves.

No warning, no alarm, no alert. Somehow it just happened! The earth beneath them opened up, broke and split, then from it they came.

Worst nightmare for the followers of God.

Demons.

Many of them. They burst out of the crack in the earth, under the city and rise like evil creatures taking over the sky. Their number obviously exceeds hundreds, it is safe to say that they reach a thousand or even more. Their demonic auras blended with the darkness of the night as their power wreaked havoc throughout the region.

At the same moment that the demons appeared from the ground, the exorcists quickly moved in to try to protect the humans and defeat the demons.