While his voice was quite calm, Riser panicked inside as he knew he was almost dead from that attack.
The might of the beam of light was more powerful than he had thought.
Riser might have "Light Resistance" and "Holy Resistance," but he wasn't completely immune. Moreover, as a devil, the light and holy were his greatest nemesis, so the injuries he received were worse than he had thought.
Fortunately, he couldn't die, and most of the abilities he gained from the system focused on his survivability.
Still, it might seem stupid for him to accept such a dangerous attack, yet he decided to do it as he wished to become a Desperado.
As he had said before, inside his body, there was a new trait known as a Blazer.
When a Blazer hit their limit, they would be able to see the black chains of fate that tied their bodies tightly, but if they could break those chains, they wouldn't be tied down by fate, and by training, they could increase their Magic Power.
Still, in his case, it was a Demonic Power.
Being attacked by that enormous beam of light, Riser almost broke those chains.
Frankly, if he didn't have the "Light Resistance" and "Holy Resistance," he should be able to break those chains and become a Desperado.
However, while he hadn't become a Desperado, the door was right in front of him.
As long as he gave the light push, he would become a Desperado.
Yet, as expected, it was also the most difficult step.
Probably, he might need to embrace death if he really wished to become a Desperado.
Still, as he almost died, there was no way for him to let go of them so easily.
With his wounded, burnt, and injured body, the "Crisis" worked once again.
His Demonic Power increased dramatically as if he were a star.
No, he might be a start now.
Burst Regalia.
It was a technique where he transformed into a burning star that scorched everything in the radius.
Moreover, with his enormous body, the area that was affected by this technique increased dramatically, bringing deeper despair to everyone.
The heat wave depleted all the moisture in the area, causing the air and the water to dry up.
Their consciousness became hazy, and many of them crumbled one by one.
Nevertheless, they used their remaining power to protect the rest.
Yet, even so, it couldn't change their situation.
Their throats were parched, their skin crumbling, and just talking was hurt.
However, they still talked and tried to grasp the little change to stay alive.
"Bring Vali! Hurry up and bring Vali to him!"
"As long as we give Vali to him, everything will be okay!"
"Azazel-sama, please save us!"
While the rest of the fallen angels had given up, the cadres tried to struggle, but they couldn't. The light that came from Riser's body was so blind that it blinded them. They might be an angel, but it didn't mean they were immune to the light, as many of them were still killed by the angels during the Great War.
Nevertheless, the other cadres soon were unable to do anything, but Baraqiel had never given up.
"Stop! Stop! Baraqiel! Don't attack him anymore! If you attack him now, he will become even stronger!"
Shemhazai screamed with all his might as he used his Angelic Energy to protect himself, yet he knew sooner or later he would be like others, crumbling as he waited for death. He was crying, yet all of his tears quickly dried up.
"Stop... stop... please..."
Baraqiel, no, everyone was desperate.
What kind of opponent was this?
The harder, the stronger, and the crueler they attacked him, the stronger he became.
Was it even possible to defeat him?
Was their demise only a future for them?
Their lives aside, there were still many children in this place.
If they die due to this, then—
"Please forgive us!"
"We will do anything! Please don't kill everyone!"
"Bring Vali! Anyone, as long as we bring Vali, everything will be okay!"
Everyone kowtowed, hoping to appease his anger, while the others tried to search for Vali, trying to sacrifice him so Riser would stop.
Nevertheless, no one liked Vali at this moment.
Everyone hated Vali as Vali was the one who brought a disaster for them.
If they could stay alive after this, there was no doubt that they were going to kill Vali!
Yet, Riser closed his eyes as if he had heard nothing.
Still, as he saw the desperation and terror on their faces, he could only sigh, thinking that the world of the supernatural was like this.
The stronger got everything.
The weak would lose everything.
If he was weak, he would be like them, begging as they were unable to determine their lives.
Still, Riser knew that among all of them, there was someone smart enough to handle this situation.
"PLEASE FORGIVE US!"
Azazel, who didn't join the battle from the beginning to the end, shouted with all of his mouth.
"ALL OF US, THE FALLEN ANGELS, WILL FOLLOW YOU! WE WILL BECOME YOUR DOGS! SLAVES, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT IT TO BE! INSTEAD OF KILLING US, HAVING US AS YOUR SLAVES ARE MORE USEFUL!
"So... so, please stop..."
Azazel was desperate as he tried to save his races. In front of the death, what was the use of hesitation? They might become his slaves, dogs, or whatever they were, but as long as they had a life, everything was possible!
At this moment, no one said anything.
No one felt dissatisfied as a death was in front of them.
A single hesitation would lead to their death.
As long as they could save their lives, even if they became Riser's slaves, dogs, or whatever they were, it was okay.
Then—
At that moment, a cool breeze spread in every direction, and all the heat disappeared.
At that moment, everyone couldn't help but cry as they knew their lives were saved.
Moreover—
"Eh? My body is... healed?"
"What's happening?"
"It-It's him!"
Everyone looked up and saw Riser's visage for the first time.
His aura healed everyone at a speed that was visible to their eyes, and recovered their condition.
At this moment, everyone was in a complicated mood, but at the same time, the grudge that they had felt before also appeared within their hearts. They felt that Riser was stupid for healing them, and as long as Riser gave them a chance, they would strike him down!
"...are you sure you want to heal us?" Nevertheless, Azazel asked as he saw Riser heal everyone. He knew that everyone had malice and hatred in their hearts, especially when Riser had almost killed them, so when Riser healed all of them, he was surprised.
Riser's condition was far from good.
After all, there was no way Riser would be okay after he received an attack from everyone, right?
Even if his healing power was amazing, there was no doubt his Demonic Power should be emptied at this moment.
So, as long as all of them attacked him, there was no way for Riser to be able to stay alive.
This is what they thought at this moment, but Riser was still as calm as ever.
"It's okay. I just want to test."
"Test?" Azazel was confused.
"Yes. I have developed a technique where I will be reborn once I die. By then, I will recover my optimum condition, whether it is physical ability or Demonic Power, so that's why do your best to kill me, okay?"
Frankly, Riser wished for them to attack him as he wished to break the black chains on his body and become Desperado. He also wished to awaken his Devil Fruit, gaining tremendous power within their bodies.
Watching his calm yet excited eyes that waited for all of them to attack him, all the fallen angels who had heard his words fell in silence.
"...."
Would they dare to try?