Chapter 135: The Angel of Judgment

The summoned Tsathoggua was initially just a mass of black, viscous substance, which then rapidly crawled across the ground to form a concrete shape.

In the end, what appeared before Odin was an Evil God with a corpulent, furry body, a toad-like head featuring bat-like ears and fur, and a massive, ferocious maw filled with sharp teeth.

Upon discerning the appearance of this Evil God, Odin’s single eyelid twitched. He naturally knew that the Mother of Darkness would surely seek out the Evil God that countered him most to deal with him, but he had not expected to sense a warning sign at the very first glance.

Therefore, not daring to tarry, Odin seized the moment while the power of light was still clashing with the power of darkness. He quickly tossed out a white crystal he carried with him and rapidly chanted a summoning incantation.

"...Fighters from the light, please heed my summons. I command you in the name of Odin, the Allfather, (seal lifted! Strike that) annihilate this evil creature!" This crystal was a treasure gifted to Odin a thousand years ago by Baldr, the God of Light. At that time, Odin was already capable of ascension, but the empire's heir had not yet been nurtured, so he could only suppress his cultivation.

And this crystal was a treasure bestowed by Baldr upon learning of the situation to help Odin suppress his cultivation realm. Not only that, but this crystal could also summon Baldr's subordinates to help Odin suppress his cultivation to the maximum extent.

After all, once he encountered an extremely dangerous enemy, Odin would inevitably have to use all his skills, and once he did that, Odin would no longer be able to suppress his cultivation realm. However, summoning required a price; once activated, this crystal needed a very long recharge time before it could summon again. Thus, this crystal from Baldr had always been kept close to Odin's person to ensure it could be activated when most needed.

Meanwhile, high in orbit, Aeryn and Artanis and the others discovered the sudden death of the Dark Young in the very first instant, naturally knowing that something must have gone wrong within the mirror dimension. Yet before anyone could activate their weapons, they were enveloped by a red mist.

Aeryn no longer cared about hiding her figure and suddenly emerged from the void: "Nyarlathotep! What on earth are you trying to do?"

"Oh my, oh my, I am naturally doing this for your own good. Look, how unseemly is all this fighting and killing? Why don't we just sit down and have a nice chat?" Out of the crimson mist, a humanoid figure suddenly appeared, wearing the attire of a human female on Earth and using a fan to conceal her delicate and lovely face.

'Your Majesty Aeryn.' Upon seeing the suddenly revealed Aeryn, Artanis and the others looked surprised, bowed slightly, and quickly activated the highest alert of the Twilight's Wing.

"Is this your little toy? It looks truly marvelous; I wonder what it tastes like?" Nyarlathotep chuckled as she looked at the heightened alertness of the Twilight's Wing. The other warships also instantly warped into the shielding range of the Twilight's Wing the moment she appeared.

"Is this your goal, Child of Chaos?" Aeryn exchanged a few words in her mind with Artanis and the others, then looked toward the Swelling Woman at the side. "It seems your cooperation is not all that sincere."

"Oh my, oh my, what is Your Respected Majesty, the God of Wisdom, talking about? How could a humble being like me dare to play little tricks in front of you?" Nyarlathotep let out an exaggerated laugh. "Cooperation is naturally for a win-win. Compared to Your Respected Majesty, my bargaining chips are still too small, aren't they?"

"Perhaps," Aeryn narrowed her eyes while simultaneously instructing Artanis and the others to open fire with all their might and attempt to attack Nyarlathotep.

Although utterly bewildered by the appearance of this Evil God and extremely wary of the so-called cooperation, Artanis, upon receiving Aeryn's command, still issued the order to attack in the very first moment.

"Oh my, oh my, it seems the great Majesty wishes to test my skills. Then let me play nicely with this little toy." Nyarlathotep dodged a dimensional annihilation bomb and evaded a twilight destruction cannon, her graceful figure seeming to dance an evil and depraved dance.

Because they were within the reality realm constructed by the Reality Stone, Artanis no longer needed to worry about accidentally punching through Midgard. He turned the Twilight's Wing up to full power, launching attacks toward the surrounding areas where the Evil Gods were lurking.

Aeryn also protected the Twilight's Wing from Nyarlathotep's sneak attacks while searching for the weak points of this space, attempting to break through this layer of barrier.

Meanwhile, back in the mirror dimension, Odin had successfully summoned his helper.

"Holy! Holy! Lord of Light, you are the incarnation of light, you are the benevolent monarch, glory and praise are your garments, mercy and kindness are your crown, holy! Holy! Lord of Light!..." A humanoid figure bearing twelve pairs of white wings, a golden halo above its head, and clad in golden armor appeared before Odin.

"An angel?" Odin instantly recognized the image of the angel widely circulated throughout Midgard. Although there was still a huge difference from the angels in literary works, rounding it up, it was practically an angel.

"Angel of Judgment Uriel pays homage to you, Your Majesty Odin. My Lord, the God of Light, is looking forward to your visit." Uriel turned around, and his full appearance was finally revealed to Odin's eyes.

This angel was enveloped in a white radiance that was not blinding, wearing heavy armor overall. The white crystal that had previously summoned him was embedded in the angel's helmet. However, what surprised Odin most was that this angel seemed to have no specific visage; the interior of the helmet was hollow, containing only a patch of soft white light.

"Greetings, Angel Uriel. Give my regards to Baldr, but for now, please join me in purging the evil." Odin swept his Gungnir, batting away an oncoming tongue, which also drew the attention of the Angel Uriel.

"Holy! Holy! As you command." Uriel clenched his right hand, and a golden sword appeared in his grip, slashing toward the oncoming power of darkness.

Angels were a combat force prepared by the God of Light, Baldr, for the advent of the Ragnarok. Every single angel was proficient in various weapons and equipment, and they spent year-round skirmishing with various dark creatures in the dark plane. This method had also won the recognition of certain deities, who had crafted their own personal guard units.

The ranks of angels were divided into five tiers, from highest to lowest: Twelve-Winged Seraphim, Ten-Winged Cherubim, Eight-Winged Thrones, Six-Winged Archangels, and Four-Winged Angels, corresponding respectively to demigods, mortal tier 12, mortal tier 11, mortal tier 10, and mortal tier 9.

Every angel was generally a creature condensed by its principal god using pure energy and laws, so their combat prowess was generally half a tier higher than beings of the same rank. Moreover, a demigod-tier angel—the Twelve-Winged Seraphim—was even infinitely close to the existence of a true god, and could even be called a pseudo-god.

A pseudo-god was a rank exclusive to angelic divine emissary creatures. Because their very essence dictated that angels could not betray their principal god, they naturally could not become true gods. Yet precisely because of this, the principal god who created them would often frantically add all kinds of precious treasures when infusing power to enhance the angel's combat capability.