The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 203: Sariel (Part 2)

Though he had cut off an arm, there was no situation to feel threatened.

Yet, he clearly felt it.

The cold sensation from behind made him turn instinctively.

But it seemed he was too slow, as five of his wings were cut off, spraying golden blood.

[Kuh!]

“You’ve got good senses. I intended to cut them all.”

There was no time to respond.

He was too busy being surprised by the sudden ambush of the Black Scythe.

“Looks like even an archangel can’t detect a clone.”

‘A clone?’

In a hurry, he turned his gaze to see the Black Scythe with the severed arm was gone.

Only the intact Black Scythe remained.

“I’ve gauged your skills enough. So this is the level of a 6th rank?”

[What?]

Sariel was visibly shocked.

He hadn’t mentioned his rank, yet the human knew who he was.

[How…]

Clang-!

Before he could ask, he was attacked, but he blocked with his curved sword.

Clang-! Clang-!

‘What is this power?’

It was strange.

He had been using the power of darkness from the start.

Just as humans used mana as a source of power, he, as the Archangel of Death, used darkness as his source.

‘Then why? Why am I being overpowered?’

Higher darkness naturally resists the shock of lower darkness.

No matter how high that human’s stats, he shouldn’t be overpowered, yet the opposite was happening.

Clang-! Clang-! Clang-

The continuous clashes didn’t resolve the question.

Instead, with each clash, the increasing power and speed bewildered Sariel.

Cold sweat formed on his forehead, and he struggled to defend himself.

“As I thought. This is the extent of your power and speed.”

[What? Kuh!]

Feeling a sudden pain in his wings, he turned to see that they were all cut off.

‘When?’

The speed was so unimaginable that he hadn’t even noticed when they were cut.

‘This is dangerous. Really dangerous.’

Feeling the crisis, Sariel decided to use the ability he had saved for the last moment.

Creaking-

The curved sword vibrated, emitting a bizarre wail.

It was a technique he had forbidden himself from using to avoid looking like a demon, [Cry of the Soul].

“A-Ahh…”

“Aaaaah…”

The spectators in the distance trembled in fear.

The range of Cry of the Soul was extensive.

‘It’s over.’

Every living being could hear the sound.

Since the Black Scythe wasn’t deaf, he would hear it too.

‘Cry of the Soul paralyzes the limbs and evokes fear in the listener. Everyone except the caster is affected.’

Once cast, it was practically a death sentence. Everyone except the caster would be paralyzed and filled with fear once they heard it.

[The game ends here. I’ll take just your arms.]

As Sariel leisurely approached the Black Scythe, who appeared motionless, he naturally assumed his opponent was caught in the grip of terror.

“Game? You think this was just playing around?”

[……!]

Sariel stopped in his tracks when he saw the Black Scythe moving as if unaffected by the Cry of the Soul.

“It’s me who was just playing around to gauge your strength.”

Why didn’t Cry of the Soul work? There was no time to ponder.

The instinct to flee took over his mind.

Screeching—

The Black Scythe drew his weapon back, preparing for something.

‘I need to avoid that.’

Sariel instinctively tried to take flight, but his wings had been severed.

‘Ah, my wings!’

With no wings to fly, dodging became an impossible feat.

By the time Sariel realized this, it was too late.

A flash approached him at blinding speed.

Boom!

The Moonlight Flash’s single strike demolished the cavern, turning it into rubble.

—

‘What… what just happened?’

John, who had retreated with the party members as instructed, was bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

‘An angel showed up, but then suddenly pointed his weapon at the Black Scythe?’

The atmosphere was too tense for a mere guide.

Plus, it was the first time he had seen an armed angel.

‘Why did he suddenly decide to fight the Black Scythe?’

Seeing the angel appear and talk about killing made it clear it wasn’t for a good reason.

He didn’t hear the conversation clearly while retreating with the party members, but—

“Will the Black Scythe be okay? The mood seemed grim…”

“He’ll be fine. No matter how strong the angel is, it’s still the Black Scythe we’re talking about.”

“Angels can pop heads if they want.”

“Oh, that’s true, maybe it is dangerous.”

While Juri and Jeffrey were worried about Black Scythe, John had a different thought.

‘Good, come on angel, kill the Black Scythe. Please. Go for it!’

He silently cheered for the angel, hoping the Black Scythe would be killed.

Initially, it seemed his wish would come true as the angel cut off an arm.

‘Nice! Go ange—’

His excitement was short-lived as he saw the Black Scythe still intact.

‘What? How? There are two Black Scythes?’

Realizing it was a clone, the situation quickly reversed.

The angel was being pushed back and eventually lost all his wings.

‘We’re doomed.’

John despaired just as an eerie screeching sound filled the air.

“A-Ahh…”

“Aaaaah…”

He and the party members trembled in fear, their bodies paralyzed.

Then, with a massive explosion, the cavern seemed on the verge of collapse, and the paralysis ended.

Through the settling dust, only a heavily damaged cavern wall and the upper and lower halves of an angel remained.

‘It’s over…’

John’s face fell into disappointment.

No matter how powerful an angel is, surviving with a severed torso seemed impossible.

‘Wait a minute.’

A sudden idea flashed through John’s mind.

‘Could it be… possible?’

As a necromancer, his specialty was raising corpses.

And now, an angel’s corpse was soon to be at his disposal.

‘If I could control that angel…’

It might become a means to oppose the Black Scythe.

It was an excellent thought, but John was unaware that Ryu Min was reading his mind at that very moment.