Exiled Prince: I'm the Unexpected Extra in the Novel-Chapter 180: The Crimson Night [8]

The War for The North [67]

Chapter 180: The Crimson Night [8]

The deadly dance in the sky continued without slowing.

Cassian barely slipped between four holy blades descending like a guillotine, escaping with a reflex measured in milliseconds.

Twisting his body at an unnatural angle, he found a narrow opening between the Archangel’s many arms and mercilessly drove his black sword forward. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

But the Archangel neither felt pain nor hesitated.

One of its free arms swung with incomprehensible speed and struck the arm holding Cassian’s sword. The disgusting crack of bones breaking was audible even through the roar of the battle.

The black sword embedded in the angel’s flesh was instantly swallowed and dissolved by radiant holy mana, and the wound closed smoothly before a single drop of blood could fall.

The same simultaneous cycle applied to Cassian. Dark mana spilled from his shattered arm, stitching crushed bones and torn muscles back together instantly.

Before Cassian’s broken arm had fully recovered, the Archangel lunged again.

Its six wings spread wide, tearing through the sky, and each began releasing streams of holy mana from different directions. The light wove through the air like thin but lethal threads, forming a net around Cassian.

The moment Cassian realized this, his dark mana exploded outward.

His body split into three separate shadows.

Three Cassians leapt in different directions at the same time.

The Archangel did not hesitate.

Four blades swung simultaneously.

Two shadows were instantly shredded, dispersing into black smoke.

The real Cassian had already slipped into the Archangel’s blind spot.

He stepped into the empty air, twisting his body while concentrating dark mana into a single point. The newly formed black sword in his hand swung like it was tearing the sky apart.

KRAAASH!

The blade severed two of the Archangel’s wings from their roots.

Massive white feathers burned as they scattered across the sky.

For the first time, the Archangel was pushed backward.

But only for a moment.

Holy light burst from the severed wings, and the wounds began sealing themselves within seconds.

Four of the Archangel’s arms attacked Cassian at once.

Two swords swung toward him.

A spear of condensed light shot toward his abdomen.

The last arm descended directly toward Cassian’s head.

Cassian gritted his teeth.

The Heart of the Storm pounded violently in his chest.

Time slowed for him.

He caught the first sword with his bare hand.

The holy light burned through his palm down to the bone, but he did not let go.

The second blade grazed his cheek.

The spear of light pierced his abdomen.

But at the same moment Cassian lunged forward.

He deliberately erased the distance between them.

He slammed his head into the Archangel’s chest.

BOOM!

The holy armor cracked.

For the first time, the Archangel’s head snapped backward.

Cassian gathered dark mana in his mouth and released it directly into the angel’s face.

Black flames erupted.

They spread across the sky like a dark sun.

The sacred mask covering the Archangel’s face cracked for the first time.

A thin fracture ran from its forehead to its chin.

At that exact moment, both of them jumped back in the air, creating distance between them once again.

The Archangel spread its wings and prepared to attack again while Cassian gathered swirling dark mana around himself, taking his stance.

Just as both of them were about to launch their next attack, a blinding light erupted from below the battlefield.

From the ground, a massive radiant arrow shot upward like a falling star, locking directly onto Cassian.

When Cassian noticed the arrow, his eyes widened with danger.

He pushed the Heart of the Storm to its absolute limits and tried to perform a sudden maneuver in midair.

But the arrow was too fast to escape.

The devastating energy grazed past his chest and cruelly pierced the edge of his heart.

Below, standing in the center of the battlefield, the Elf General lowered his bow with a proud and arrogant smile while already drawing another glowing arrow.

Cassian’s body convulsed violently as his chest was torn open.

Sensing this brief weakness, the Archangel lunged like a storm.

Its blades descended upon Cassian from every direction, cutting him relentlessly.

Cassian tried to escape the slaughter by dissolving his form into black smoke.

But before he could disperse, a dome of blinding white light formed around him, trapping him inside.

As he gathered dark mana to break the barrier, the real catastrophe descended from above.

The clouds in the sky split apart, and a colossal divine blade of light crashed directly onto the dome, striking Cassian.

The force of the attack was not physical.

Cassian felt his soul shattering, his very existence trembling.

His half solid, shapeless dark body began falling from the sky toward the ground like a lifeless mass.

Every second he tried to recover in midair, magic arrows launched from below and the relentless Archangel continued tearing into him.

Finally, Cassian’s shattered body crashed into the battlefield with a thunderous impact, slamming into the rubble.

Smoke rose from his shoulders and chest.

Before he could even stand, the Archangel descended like a meteor and pinned him to the ground.

At that moment, the earth trembled.

Massive spiked roots burst from the depths of the ground, launching upward to impale the Archangel.

But just centimeters away from the angel, the roots suddenly froze in midair.

A short distance away stood a High Elf with a glowing green stone embedded in the center of his forehead.

He struck his staff against the ground while chanting an ancient melody.

He had drawn the will of nature itself to his side, neutralizing the nature magic that had come to aid Cassian.

The Archangel drove its holy swords directly into Cassian’s chest, aiming for the Dragon Heart.

The Dragon Heart resisted fiercely, corroding the invading blades like dark acid.

Darkness and light clashed violently inside Cassian’s chest, trying to annihilate one another.

But this time, the light was winning.

Just as the Dragon Heart began cracking and giving way, everything suddenly went dark.

An absolute darkness enveloped Cassian and the Archangel, so dense that even light could not escape it.

The Archangel instantly sensed the sudden environmental shift but did not deviate from its target.

It had no intention of leaving the task unfinished.

Yet in that moment, a strange crushing fatigue and an unexplainable unease began spreading through its perfect divine body.

The Archangel knew what this aura was.

It was the aura of a god.

Still, it did not stop.

It continued forcing its sword deeper into the heart.

At that exact second, the surrounding darkness took shape.

From within the shadows, a massive pitch black silhouette burst forth, swinging an enormous sword directly at the Archangel.

The Archangel barely reacted in time and leapt backward.

It seemed to have escaped.

But the two severed arms that fell from the sky proved how lethal the attack had been.

"You seem to be in a difficult situation, partner."

The familiar silhouette within the massive black armor spoke.

His voice was relaxed and mocking even in the middle of the chaos.

With the angel forced away, Cassian’s body rapidly began recovering.

The shapeless darkness around him condensed again, restoring his form.

But the pierced Dragon Heart throbbed with unbearable pain.

Cold sweat poured from his black scaled skin, and the magnificent horns on his head were cracked and worn.

He pushed himself up using the ground for support.

There was no trace of gratitude on his face.

"You’re late," Cassian said coldly, his voice completely emotionless.

Fredrinn shrugged casually, his enormous sword resting against his shoulder.

"You’re the one saying that? Whatever. We can argue later."

Fredrinn gripped his massive sword with both hands and took a deadly attack stance.

Across from them, the Archangel had not yet regenerated the two lost arms, but the six remaining swords in its hands were crossed before it in a flawless defensive posture without the slightest opening.

Just before lunging forward with his broken horns and bleeding chest, Cassian glanced sideways at Fredrinn.

"Try not to die."

And the two partners charged together into the darkness, ready to shatter the absolute light.