The village had been attacked frequently by the OPS organization, but they always managed to fend off the intruders.
The OPS soldiers' objective was to capture champions, who would be used as weapons for the organization.
These champions were trained to reach their peak, possibly even to the level of Demigods.
There were rumors that the organization had a God under their control, or maybe someone even more powerful.
Evan was a champion at the 9th layer, just like the elders—a level prepared to ascend the path to godhood, the Demigod level.
That was why she hadn't attacked Azrael alongside the elders. Besides, the elders were corrupt pieces of trash.
They may have appeared to be in their thirties and protected the village, but that was just a front for their wickedness.
Once a week, they forced themselves on the women, and they might have tried it with her too, had they not feared her power level.
Evan tolerated them only because she couldn't take them on all at once.
But now, an angel of death had put an end to them, which was part of the reason she hadn't intervened.
Evan froze, horrified by the scene unfolding before her.
Her usually stoic expression turned to one of shock.
In front of her, huts were burning, and bodies lay scattered on the ground, the earth greedily soaking up their blood.
People she had grown up with, people who had nurtured her since her parents died, were now lying lifeless in the cold embrace of death.
Tears, milky white, trickled down her face, but she wiped them away as she saw soldiers gathering around villagers, some of whom were kneeling on the ground.
Women clutched their children in fear.
"Hmm! You must be the champion of this little village. Well, forgive the destruction, but it was inevitable after the number of soldiers you've killed," said a man in an OPS suit, different from the others.
His suit was brown, with a red star on the front of his helmet, and instead of a KG-12 rifle, he had two swords strapped to his back.
"Who are you?" Evan demanded.
She had never seen this man before. Of all the OPS soldiers that had come here, this was the first time she'd encountered someone like him.
"Oh, you don't know me?" the man sneered.
"You can call me Gray love, High-Grade Commander of the OPS soldiers in the northern district."
"I don't care who you are! You enslaved my people, and now you expect me to listen to your crap?" Evan shouted, her veins bulging with rage.
Gray quickly drew a handgun and fired five shots at her.
Evan slashed three bullets in half with her claws and barely dodged the other two. Still, one bullet grazed her cheek, drawing blood.
'Those last two were unusually fast… could he be an Able?' Evan thought.
"Interesting. You're fast for a mutt. You White Wolf dogs really think you're something special around here, don't you? Pathetic!" Gray taunted as he moved toward her, slowly and confidently.
He wasn't worried about what she could do.
He had already decided she was worthless the moment he laid eyes on her.
His presence was both terrifying and divine, radiating an aura of might.
Evan's legs felt weak, but she fought the oppressive force.
'His level is unreal,' she thought, eyes widening in disbelief.
'A Demigod.'
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Death, normally defined as the end of life, when breathing ceases and the body returns to the earth from which it was made, was more than just a concept.
Death was a being, a figure that resided in a distant land in Gaia, whose task was to collect souls, indifferent to how humans met their demise.
Azrael's soul, being that of a God, could never be killed.
Only the Supreme Ones had the power to end his life cycle.
The Supreme Ones could destroy gods with a snap of their fingers, and they could do the same to Azrael for his actions.
However, Azrael was crucial for balance.
Too many gods could cause chaos, and that's why Godslayers existed.
Azrael's shriveled body lay on the cold ground, pieces of his skin fluttering in the air.
Crimson-colored tentacles began emerging from his body, slowly crawling towards the corpses in the room.
The tentacles attached themselves to the corpses in the room, slowly draining their flesh and converting it into pure energy.
[100% energy drained, converted into 5% BC power for the host.]
[Body capacity: [10%] >>> [15%]
[Body capacity: 15%]
[Body temporarily reinforced. New vessel acquired to store more energy.]
With that, Azrael's shriveled body began to revive, life seeping back into him.
"I will kill everyone now."
....
Gray stared deeply into Evan's eyes, then pulled out a white crystal, holding it between them.
The crystal had a milky white color, transparent with a glass-like texture.
"How dare you lay your filthy hands on the village's priceless gem!" Evan shouted.
"Oh, is that what this little rock is?" Gray replied, feigning shock.
He released the crystal, his gaze still locked with Evan's in a fierce, unyielding stare. Without breaking eye contact, he stomped on the crystal, crushing it into rubble beneath his foot.
It was known that the crystal was tougher than any diamond.
"Ooops, it broke. Clumsy me, hehe," Gray said mockingly.
Furious, Evan threw a hard punch at his face, but he didn't flinch.
Her powerful fist felt like it had collided with a reinforced brick wall.
She shoved him, but again, he didn't budge, only chuckling at her futile attempts.
Seeing no way to hurt him, Evan resorted to a football kick, smashing his groin.
Gray, who had no helmet on and appeared to be in his late twenties, should have crumpled in pain—but instead, he only took a step back and quickly recovered.
"Hmm, you dare disrespect me?! Now you die, b*tch!" Gray roared as he threw a punch, as fast as lightning.
But in that split second, a hand intercepted his blow, and a heavy kick sent him staggering backward.
"You're not the on to kill her, I am"
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