Anvriel appeared throughout the history of Humanity's conquest in the apocalypse to reclaim the land of the fallen. From the last few Dodeca War, most of them were fully annihilated with the cost of the entire life within a continent.
Along with the other Angels, Anvriel was one of the most destructive low-rank Angels. It rarely appears or not even at all but when it does, it's the sign of a small doomsday to the nearest civilization.
The sky is its home. Surely, it would not go away without blood. Anvriel might not be the most powerful Angel, but if it wasn't then nobody was.
'An angel appeared on the Tavaroth continent, why?' MF thought, her eyes shrank. Trying her best to keep her image in front of the Underworlders. 'I worked so hard on capturing Gaia, I can't wait for another thousand years.'
The Tavaroth continent included the Gaia Citadel as one of its civilizations. It was not the biggest continent but it contained one of the most developed Citadel in the entire Neamh. Kratos Citadel was always the epitome of advancement and universal breakthrough. If given enough time, maybe the High Mage council could send an Angel Slayer but it would take days for them to reach this area.
Ouranos Citadel would already be wiped out by then.
The Ouroboros did have a goal to hunt an Angel one day, but today was definitely not the perfect time. There was not much time, MF's physical energy and mana was already drained and the drawback from the overclocking had already heated the core substantially. There was no choice than to restart everything.
Maybe if she was fast enough, MF could just abandon Ouranos Citadel, picking only the individual with potential and start her sect somewhere else in seclusion. It might be a massive loss but what could she do?
Such was the horrifying pressure they gave to the entire Neamh. The pattern of Anvriel arrival was random. Numerous professors from the high association always failed to debunk its mystery. Thankfully, most of the information about its power was already analyzed and stored within the sacred library.
MF still remembered the content, surely it could prove to be useful if she decided to take up arms and push herself more.
'Just one more push… Only one more.'
"Lady Damascus, what is your plan?" MF asked.
"I'll seek back to my contractor and report. The breached contract might result in the severe decrease of my reputation for a hundred years but I think I can manage with that." Damascus' sentient cloud wafted to their master's position from below, together with the throne. "Being killed by an Angel doesn't strike me with glory, I would prefer to be killed by an ant than by such of them."
"So, I don't need to pay my taxes, right?" Tuli prodded the lady of the throne with her elbow, wryly grinning annoyingly. "Lord Ouroboros is my master now, this will surely mean that I'll be in a higher hierarchy than you in the future."
"... I'll ask my contractor to lengthen the contract then. I'll surely meet you again in the future."
"HUEEEE!?"
This is MF's last chance.
"Lady Damascus, how much HEL does the body part from an angel amount?"
"Well, in Dis, even their strain of hair would cost more than a million HEL. Wait, don't tell me—"
"I want to offer you another contract. Take it as a side quest to finish your main task, if you will." MF's eyes were determined, she moved herself to the front of Damascus. "Fight by my side, I know how to kill that thing. The loot of the hunt will be splitted fifty and fifty. Sounds a good deal, no?"
Damascus was shocked for a second. She shook her head to clear her denial of what was happening right before her. A higher entity offered her a contract—in her mind, either pride and achievement, an underworlder greatly respected the power and history of their future contract partner. This worked for both sides even if she was the one who offered the infamous Ouroboros a contract.
Damascus grinned, not wasting any time, she immediately replied, "Of course! I like this scenario. A contract with mutual benefits will always be satisfying!"
"Tuli."
"Y-yes!"
The hellspawn conjured the contract. After reading the content once, Damascus unhesitatingly signed it.
It was all beneficial for the lady of the throne. She would finish her task, not to mention the relationship that she can build with the avatar of an ancient entity—in her mind. She then conjured a concealment dome in the air in the hope of stalling away the attention from the Angel.
'Maybe I can ask Lord Ouroboros to recruit me in the future after I'm done with my current contractor,' Damascus puffed her modest chest with pride.
MF also deemed that having a relationship with an Underworlder would be highly beneficial.
Tuli doesn't count.
The Angel was still a few kilometers away. As long as someone or something didn't aggravate the antagonistic entity with stupidity, MF had all the time in the world.
"Damascus, tell me everything that you can do, spell, capabilities, artifact."
"Humu, I could give us all an absolute protection that would surely be able to defend anything sixty nine times."
'Why sixty nine,' Tuli said to herself with a deadpan.
Damascus explained everything in detail for ten minutes. As expected from an Erinyes, she had a plethora of giant-killing formations and numerous artifacts for subjugation. MF then asked why she didn't use it in her fight and for capturing Tuli. Damascus then answered that most of her artifact was too precious to be used and then she talked on and on about numerous treasures and exotics she collected and created.
Damascus is a Collector.
MF also did the same with Tuli. The hellspawn was surprisingly well versed in steel, armory, and weaponry creation. Her cultivation was focused on her ability to condense and manipulate materials of alchemical spells. She was a Magic Forger, but her forgery had been very quiet lately. Her shop had a small number of visitors due to unknown reasons.
Damascus intruded, she then said that when she got into her place, it seemed like someone was putting a curse formation there.
"W-why don't you tell me!"
"Because you're running away!"