"To what do I owe the pleasure of… a hundred angels at my home?" Irwin grinned as he rested his shoulders on the butt of the shovel.
An angel walked closer, glaring at Irwin like he wanted to kill him the moment he landed on Earth. "You have forced our hand, mortal. Under the orders–"
"Is that you, Malkanthor?" Irwin waved at a familiar angel, as if he was a long-lost friend. "How long has it been since we last met?"
"Enough!" The lead angel motioned his hands, causing a Garrison to teleport around Irwin.
Before they could do anything, Irwin opened his mouth and Commanded.
"Halt."
Their surging energy met the wave of magical energy produced by his skill, negating each other's magik. The effect, however, managed to disorient the attacking angels which Irwin seized by activating the Overmode.
The world slowed to a crawl as he retrieved his Angel Blade and Angel Sword from his spatial ring and pointed it at the two nearest angels. Irwin could only hope to match the speed of the warriors of Heaven, but with Overmode on, that hope could be slowly achieved.
"Whoa, hey! Let's not be too hasty." He chuckled at their widened eyes. He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, training his attention at each of the angel's necks. "Let's not waste our Angelic Grace."
"You dare threaten the host of Heaven?" The lead angel snickered at Irwin's actions.
"Oh, this?" Irwin nudged his weapons before sucking the Angel Sword into his spatial bangle. "Those aren't threats, not when I can't kill you with it."
The leading angel scoffed, waving for the attacking angels to back down. "So, you know the folly of your actions, then? We will retrieve the Seed of Eden from the grasps of the mortal as decreed by the High Heaven and declared by the Archangel Michael."
"And if I refuse?" Irwin slashed his left palm and sat upon the ground, legs dangling from the hole left from the planting of the Seed of Eden. "What will you do?"
The leading angel nodded his head before an angel teleported next to him, holding Ella by the neck. "She will suffer the consequences."
"Damn. I guess I have to surrender the Seed." Irwin shrugged his shoulders and walked thirty feet away, having deactivated Overmode the moment the attacking angels retreated. "It's all yours."
Two angels came forward, kneeling down as they muttered incantations of Enochian nature. While they encapsulate the Seed to prevent it from leaking its energy, Irwin winked at Ella and began browsing his sub-system.
Irwin eyes Malkanthor as the angel stood stoically amongst his brethren. Although Irwin had shown the angel his ability to transform into other forms, not once had he shown his full capabilities.
'Guess it's time to antagonize the angels..' He said inwardly.
"You know what's the good thing about having so much money?" He asked out of the blue, earning every angel's attention.
Before they could answer, however, an ivory card with a gilded border appeared on his hands. The light shining from its surface was the same light emitted by the angels surrounding him, causing said angels to gasp in surprise.
"You can buy shit like Celestial Expulsion Sigil!" The card burned into ashes as a wave of Angelic Grace bathed the area with its warm energy.
The screams of the angels resounded in Irwin's ears, yet, instead of fear and agony, all Irwin felt was utter bliss. He was quick to move, nearing Ella's form and embracing her to protect her from the Celestial energy rampaging through the area.
As he gazed at his handiwork, he couldn't help but notice that the residual energy left from the angel's descent and the card's activation was being dragged onto the ground.
The angels' vessel began dropping to the ground as Irwin held Ella's cheeks. "Are you alright?"
Her reddened eyes blinked repeatedly, taking stock of her surroundings. "Y-Yeah, think so. Are those…?"
"Angels, yes." Irwin nodded before buying a healing potion and handing it to her. "Drink this if something hurts, alright? I'm gonna finish the project and you go back to the manor. Tell Lady Anastasia about the angels, only her."
"I hate you so much." She said, placing her head on his chest. "Stay safe."
He nudged her along before buying another Celestial Expulsion Sigil, just in case the angels come back. Although it was highly improbable seeing as he was not at all important to them and that he crippled a hundred angels with just one move, it was better safe than sorry.
He jumped atop the plot of the Seed of Eden and saw that it was undisturbed. "Nothing changed… Jeez, thanks for stabilizing it…"
He then gazed around the forest field and saw the roots of the Seed of Eden absorbing the ambient energy left from the earlier fight.
"... And for the energy. Wow, you guys really are problem solvers."
Even after setting up Brunhilde in the Old World, buying paraphernalia for the Garden Of Eden, and conjuring Egoi , Irwin still had almost twelve thousand credits to spare. Such was the sheer value of the island raid, not to mention acquiring Dagon's soul as an energy source.
'Though I don't think Lady Anastasia figured out how to use her.'
He finished chucking the rest of the dirt on the hole, flattening the soil to make sure the Seed can grow up to its full height. Finished with his task, Irwin dragged the one hundred unconscious angel vessels two by two into a clearing south of the Seed's spot.
Andy found him along the way, having finished his part of the Ward of Obviation ritual. Since he was just standing there, Irwin told him to pick a vessel and join him.
"Are you… going to kill them?" He asked, neatly placing the last vessel atop a pile of vessels.
"The Sigil destroyed their roots. They're not unconscious, they're comatose." Irwin responded.
"Damn, that's...." Andy said, face morphing into pity.
"C'mon. We can't stay here." He nudged Andy along as they traversed west of the woods and located the marked spot where Andy had prepared the ritual.
Thanks to the Touch of the Almighty, his Ward of Obviation had gone up by one. Increasing the number of sigils to five and, the range from ten to fifteen meters, and the number of people who could be excluded with its effect to five individuals.
What should have been ten casting per area were reduced to seven on the western and eastern portions and eight on the northern portion.
The mortar had already finished the first two steps, which dealt with grinding half of the ingredients into powder. Irwin invigorated his magical energy, pulsating it throughout his form as he chanted the first part of the invocation.
"N mchrz l hrtz hzs nkh mfvlshm… My yytn vhrvch tnchh tchm…"
He added a gram of moon rock, which was stored in a ziplock bag, before taking out the Angel Blade and mixing the ingredients until it turned into a paste-like substance.
From there, he inscribed trees with an interval of ten meters in a curve, as if to form a shield. Normally, the Ward would only obscure this small section of the forest were it not for the six other ritual sites placed along the western section of the garden.
In the next half an hour, Irwin invoked his magik to cast the ritual and placed interconnected wardings that would obfuscate and erase any signs of supernatural within their boundary.
By the end of the western trail, Irwin had spent a third of his magik reserves in creating seven Wards of Obviation that reached the span of five hundred twenty-three meters.
He then went north, where Gordon was finishing the last touches of the ritual.
"I didn't sign up for this freaky-witch-gardener shit, Richard–Irwin, whoever the fuck you are," Gordon grunted in frustration.
Irwin deign not answer, merely went about his business and finished all eight rituals casts in the northern portion of the garden. The six hundred meter wide warding enveloped the area along the ridges of the woodland owned by the Greythornes with a dark shadow.
When the northern shadow met the edges of the western shadow, a magical reaction occurred that released a wave of esoteric divine magik. The shadows expanded inwards–as per the telepathic instructions by the caster–covering a tenth of the north-western portion of the garden.
Fortunately for him, the acre that they had owned had a multi-polytype dimension, enabling Irwin to make a shortcut by placing the center of the wardings where its edges would barely meet the edge of another warding.
Gordon then led Irwin and Andy towards the end portion of the eastern spots, where Irwin began casting the first ward. Seeing his magik reserve nearly emptying, he bought a mana potion and refilled half of his reserves.
As soon as the last warding was finished, darkness had embroiled a third of the acre with the center and a few yards south near the makeshift harbor, not being affected by the Ward of Obviation.
The repeated casting of the Ward of Obviation caused the spell to level up once. Adding another sigil, increasing the range to twenty meters, and seven individuals to exclude.
"Goddammit!" Irwin cursed as he poured the bottle of water all over his face. "Now I have to re-cast it!"