Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 70 - 67 "Artificial" Fallen Angel

Raymond, backed by the Demon Race, and Mr. Thunder, supported by Andrey, started their standoff.

With Bigby’s shout echoing throughout the arena, the duel began.

Even before Raymond made a move, a ferocious lightning serpent struck him, the aftermath of the explosion stirring up dust, obscuring the battlefield.

But that didn’t affect Mr. Thunder’s arrangements, as he floated up into the air, gripping the long needle that had been plunged into the ground in his hand.

It was his staff.

No one can easily defeat a well-prepared magician, and Thunder started casting his spell while keeping a close eye on the rising dust.

Before the dust could settle, his spell was complete.

A vast expanse of lightning-streaked clouds enveloped Mr. Thunder.

The audience could only hear his laughter, accompanied by the booming within the clouds, resembling the wrath of the heavens.

The dust settled, revealing an unscathed Raymond, gazing at the thunderclouds entirely engulfing him.

"It’s over, Raymond."

Mr. Thunder descended from the clouds. He was not hiding himself anymore, his long needle connected with the lightning in the clouds as one entity.

"I will show you the most ferocious power in this world, who would have thought, with only a slender, needle-shaped metal, I could channel this force."

Wrapped around the long needle was condensed lightning, a large amount of energy coalescing into plasma, with occasional tiny sparks striking the ground, creating deep pits.

Thunder raised his weapon high above.

"I call this spell, Zeus’s Wrath."

The plasma spear was thrown, at a lightning-fast speed. The air sparked with friction, breaking the sound barrier in an instant. Before any sound could emerge, it headed straight for Raymond.

Thunder kept his gaze fixed on his target, wanting to see him shattered into dust.

The dazzling light was the last thing Thunder saw.

A flash of light deflected the plasma, the needle lost its momentum, twirling and slanting into the ground. The spear of light continued unabated, piercing through Thunder’s chest. The holy flames consuming the remnants of his body through the large hole in his chest finally allowed for the sound to be heard.

"Longinus!"

As the cheers of the Demon Race and the boos of Andrey arose, Raymond secured the final victory.

In the last moment, Raymond created a shining spear of holy light, thwarted Thunder’s offensive move, and defeated him instantaneously, a feat as effortless as a giant beating a child.

"Facing an attack from Thunder as daunting as the divine wrath, Raymontos had a serious expression, he knew he couldn’t withstand this blow, yet he had to. At the final moment, he remembered the name of his beloved. It was love, it was love that brought victory to our Fallen Angel, let’s cheer for the beloved of Raymontos, Longinus!"

"Ohhhhh."

Listening to Bigby’s impassioned fabrication, Lyle fell silent.

"Mr. Gentleman, they don’t know who Longinus is, do they?"

The soldier who executed Christ, Longinus, who pierced Christ’s body with his spear, his spear becoming holy from the blood of Christ, became one of the relics of the Church. Clearly, the Demon Race did not recognize it.

"You can’t expect the Demon Race to appreciate the Bible. A made-up love story always inspires people, and moreover, Raymond’s partner Longinus—Bigby is truly talented, to improvise so well on the spot. I could record this and I believe soon, the literature club will publish the 149th installment of the Fallen Angel Raymontos series."

"Mr. Raymond is definitely going to give you trouble for this."

"No, no, he won’t. Fallen Angel Raymontos has already become a household figure among the Demon Race and now that we are unharmed, this little additional setting naturally won’t cause any issues." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Lyle frowned, something having clicked in his mind—the sensation was like a flow of water rushing into a parched canal, the epiphany sudden and complete.

"All those fabrications about the Fallen Angel, and the love story, it’s your literature club’s doing!"

Mr. Gentleman tilted his head slightly and straightened his top hat.

"Mr. Dark’s overall supervision and guidance, Mr. Delusion’s character design, Mr. Reporter’s promotional channels, coupled with my networking skills, and the concerted efforts of the literature club and all entertainment lovers across the world."

"We, created the legend of the Fallen Angel Raymontos!"

"And you Black Raymond dare to be so righteous about it?"

"Plague Doctor, don’t you feel anything? To depict a holy figure as something else, to make holy light beloved by the Demon Race—this is the charm of literary creation!"

"Knowing full well the consequences of exposure, yet continuing to do so, Mr. Gentleman, your literature club truly deserves a lesson. Mr. Raymond really spared you all." He let you wretched people live.

"Don’t worry, we’re fully prepared. See the dome over the arena? That’s support from Andrey’s Illusion Creators Association. In Raymond’s ears, Bigby’s commentary has a different face."

"The Dean, the Executive Committee, and the majority of Andrey’s Association tacitly approve our star-making plan. It’s our common secret."

"You won’t snitch either, right, Plague Doctor?"

When Mr. Gentleman said this, Lyle felt all the surrounding gazes turn towards him. During Bigby’s commentary, he indeed heard the joyous laughter from the people around.

When a wrongdoing is committed by the majority, you won’t be punished. This is the idea that there is safety in numbers.

"Of course, this is all good, being popular is always good. I believe Mr. Raymond will appreciate you all as well." He’ll send you to meet God.