After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 235 - 111: The Birth of a Fallen Angel

Chapter 235: Chapter 111: The Birth of a Fallen Angel

"I think the world is seeking the protection of Heaven’s Envoy. If it is possible... shouldn’t we send twelve angels?"

In a structure resembling a sacred cathedral, Raphael, with wings on his back, bowed devoutly, muttering these words. He lightly grasped the cross at his chest, but his eyes were not devout... instead, they were filled with confusion.

"Because the gods will not descend personally from Heaven, there are voices calling out and the voices of angels. Trumpets are sounding, letting the dead return to the earth, and those who remain alive to be reborn on the ground. This ends the ominous signs of the dead awakening."

"Angels should deeply believe that whether it is death or life, the future or the present, the heights or the depths, nothing can separate faith from humanity... Every living being is a treasure of the gods. Protecting the living is necessary."

"The gods say: Do not be afraid."

"..."

Reciting the stories of the gods, Raphael finally fell into *silence*... During this period, he pondered every day about how to define his own actions.

Was it arrogance to intervene in the mortal world? Was it arrogance to decide on things that were yet to be determined? Or was it... arrogance born from his own character and ideals?

Or perhaps he was an obsessive guardian, a pitiable soul still immersed in the glory of the divine age?

Arrogance is a great sin... Perhaps he was indeed wrong.

But he...

did not repent.

"..."

"In the kingdom of the gods, all glory belongs to the gods. On earth... all joy belongs to mortals."

Chanting the scripture, Raphael made a decision. He suddenly widened his eyes, pulled out the great sword embedded in the ground, and stood up, walking resolutely towards the palace doors without any hesitation.

His steps were exceptionally determined, as if he was prepared to die.

"Boom..."

With the opening of the heavy door, Heaven was as beautiful as ever. Golden ribbon-like colors filled the sky, but... countless angels were hovering in the sky, staring in his direction.

"Raphael! Why are you so... stubborn?"

As a fellow Heavenly Holy Knight, Da Vinci said this, looking very frustrated, and tried hard to persuade Raphael: "Our era has long passed. Let mortals handle mortal affairs... Isn’t this good?"

Donatello also spoke with an aged yet firm voice, trying to persuade Raphael to change his mind: "We no longer need to follow the decrees of the gods. Just as the tablets say, the gods are long dead."

Regarding their words, Raphael glanced around. The angels flying in the sky had varied expressions, some looking at him with regret, others pensive, uncertain of what they were thinking.

It seemed that the angels who supported his idea were few.

But Raphael was not regretful; he just stood firmly, looking at the three Heavenly Holy Knights blocking the Rainbow Bridge, and said: "I no longer hesitate, my brothers... I no longer need to be confused."

The omnipresent light shone on Raphael’s face, making it clear to anyone that his sense of justice was unwavering.

"This is my own will and has nothing to do with the gods!"

Raphael declared this as he tightly grasped the cross pendant at his neck, ripping it off and throwing it high into the sky, shouting: "The gods are dead... but mortals live on!"

Upon hearing these words, the surrounding angels had indescribable expressions... It seemed that many were deeply touched.

"I want to protect the civilization of mortals! I want to protect the living beings under the World Tree’s shelter!! I want to protect the prosperity of the Main Plane!!! I want the joy of mortals... to exist forever!!!!"

Declaring this, Raphael attempted to break through the line without any hesitation, but was blocked by the three. He rebuked them: "The duty of the Heavenly Holy Knight is no longer assigned by the gods... This is a mission I bestow upon myself! I vow to protect the world!"

This might have sounded overly dramatic and ridiculous, but the blazing light in his eyes, a light that seemed capable of illuminating everything, made it clear that he was serious... and he truly believed he could succeed.

The combat power of the Heavenly Holy Knight was indeed quite formidable.

"But Yila is not necessarily chaotic... His actions are far from chaotic."

Michelangelo spoke calmly, shaking his head and lamenting: "Why are you unwilling to confirm with your own eyes? What if you are wrong? Is this really justice?"

But, at this moment, Raphael had already made up his mind...

Besides, he did not think his actions were particularly just. He said: "If I am wrong, then so be it! If Yila Elkaras is not chaos, then I will use my life to pull him back from the World Tree!"

Making such an oath, Raphael caused the other three Heavenly Holy Knights to show troubled expressions... Logically speaking, the Heavenly Holy Knight did have such abilities, but why?

Why bet his life?

It was not necessarily wrong, but why not wait a little longer? Why not wait for the truth to come to light? Why not... watch quietly?

Using the life of a Heavenly Holy Knight to exchange for a mortal’s life, was this really... necessary?

Seeing the expressions of his three companions, Raphael shook his head. He drew his great sword from his back, erupted in a platinum storm, breaking through their line while shouting: "Seeing your expressions, who is truly arrogant?!"

"We and mortals are both creations of the gods! We are the elder brothers, and mortals are the younger siblings... There is no hierarchical difference! The fact that you have forgotten this... is deeply disappointing!!!"

Roaring, Raphael walked step by step to the Rainbow Bridge under the stunned gaze of the three. They did not try to stop him, as they did not know how to intervene at this moment.

They could not truly fight, after all; they had been battle buddies for thousands of years. And they knew, if they blocked him again... Raphael would truly fight them.

Besides, in this ideological conflict... They were not only aware that they could not persuade Raphael; they even began to feel ashamed because of Raphael’s rebuke.

"Is the passage to the Main Plane unreachable?"

Raphael asked this, looking disappointedly at his three companions. But a colorful pool appeared beneath his feet. Through this... one could reach Hell.

Over there, it might take some time to find the way to the Main Plane again.

"Raphael... you..."

Da Vinci wanted to dissuade him but did not know what to say. He could only remain silent, then sighed and asked: "Is all this worth it? This is betrayal, and an angel’s betrayal will..."

"..."

"Of course!"

Raphael’s unwavering determination cut off Da Vinci’s words. He turned to face Heaven, his back to the rainbow-like pool, and proclaimed loudly, as if gathering all the glory of the past—

"If it has already been decided, then there is no need for ’worth’!"

"..."

"..."

The three were silent, watching Raphael as he leaned back and fell from Heaven. Da Vinci sighed, looking at the various expressions of the angels behind him, knowing exactly what had happened.

"Go..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a third of the angels flew towards the Rainbow Bridge, forming a line in the sky... This was the first large-scale betrayal since the existence of Heaven.

Black feathers began to soar in the air, staining Heaven, which had only ever been white and gold, with different colors.

A new race was thus born—

[Fallen Angels]

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