Chapter 8: Beast Purge

The people of the dragon kingdom capital celebrated their victory over the beastmen from the moment the battle ended to well in the night. Most of them did not know what had occurred. They did not care either. The truth was a trivial matter for people who had just escaped death and being turned into livestock for the beasts. There had been no hope for them until the angel appeared above the skies of the city. Most of them had seen the radiant figure; all of them heard the beautiful songs of deliverance. The common masses never question the angel's origins. As far as they were concerned they had been saved by a miracle performed by the gods.

That day many went to church and offered their prayers to the Six Gods. The Priest held public sermons and everyone eagerly listened. Contributions to the church increased tenfold as the number of devotees to the gods reached a record high. All around the city men partied and got drunk. Toasts were exchanged in the name of the gods and in honour of the soldiers who died in defence of the capital.

While the common masses feasted and made merry the ruling class, or more specifically a childlike ruler and her Minister, held an important meeting in her throne room. Facing was the entire Blue Rose team, which had rushed over to her country after the battle, the surviving Slane Theocracy agents and Nimble. It seems all the surviving members of the Assault Squad were present, except Cerebrate. Having lost his entire team and almost dying himself, he was somewhere mourning them and nursing his wounded pride. She did not really care. She liked the fact that he was not there. Now of all times was a bad time to for him to violate her with his eyes.

"So you're saying you've met this person before?" she asked the warrior known as Gargaran once more.

The reason this meeting held was obvious. These people knew what had really happened on the battlefield. Draudiron sighed. Of course it had been too much to hope that it was a sign from the gods. They have never intervened before, why would they start now?

"Yes Your Highness," Gargaran replied. "Yesterday Tia and I saw her at the Mages Guild, claiming she can cast 6th Tier magic."

Under normal circumstances Draudiron would have laughed at this. Apparently the woman who had summoned the angel was young, supposedly in her late teens. For her to claim she could cast 6th Tier magic, which was in the realm of heroes, was ridiculous. It had taken the only known person to achieve. It over two hundred years to reach that point, no one would believe a teenager could achieve it.

"If I may be excused Your Highness," the leader the Slane Theocracy people began. "That summoning spell was above 6th Tier." This drew the eyes of everyone, many with shocked looks. "I've read about that angel. Virtue of Elegance, it's in the same tier as Dominion Authority."

It seems this shocked them even more, the Adventurers that is. Draudiron looked at her Minister, who shrugged in return. They knew about angels. They were the supposed messengers of the gods and were used by the Slane Theocracy in battle. That was as all Draudiron knew. She did not know their names and what tier magic was required to summon them.

"So what else can you tell me about this woman?" she asked.

That person had saved an entire city. She will make her appearance soon. That was what Draudiron thought. Only a naive and foolish ruler would believe otherwise. Even if what she had done had been simply out of the goodness of her heart there was no way she would not come and pay her a visit. Even the noblest heroes want to be acknowledged for their deeds. Druadiron suspected the young woman would visit her soon and demand something. The Dragon Queen was not an ungrateful person. The person had saved her city and by extension her kingdom so obviously she had to find a way to reward her. However, there was a chance this person would demand something ridiculous, like the throne. The thought of it made her uneasy. That was why she had to learn all she could about this person before she met her.

"This afternoon Gargaran and I investigated this individual," one of the Blue Rose twins began. Draudiron suspected it was the one who participated in the battle. "A person with her appearance is too noticeable and she clearly was not hiding. We were able to track her all the way to the inn she's staying at and though we didn't find her there we were at least able to get her name and that of her companions. The girl is called Shiva and her companion with the spear is known as Ramiel. There was another who goes by the name of Nia."

None of these names were familiar to the Dragon Queen. She looked around the room and saw that it was the case with almost all of them. Many of them had conflicted looks, probably because as Adventurers they considered themselves knowledgeable about monsters and famous warriors and magic casters. The fact that they had never heard of someone as powerful as this Shiva made them uneasy.

"Seriously," the Blue Rose magic caster sighed. "This is the third powerful individual we know nothing about. First Jaldabaoth, then Ainz Ooal Gown and now this Shiva, how many more are hiding in the woodworks?"

This question silenced everyone, sending them into their own thoughts. As for Draudiron she couldn't help but feel worried. The emergence of another powerful character was likely to change the situation in the region. Whether for better or for worse she could not tell, she just hoped that it was not the latter.

After defeating the Beastmen Army Shiva had not returned to the city. She teleported to a clear spot fifty kilometres from the city and used [Cottage] to erect a shelter for herself. Then she slept.

Angels had no need for sleep but, unlike undead, they could be put to sleep using magic. After leaving the battlefield Shiva cast a sleeping spell on herself. It had been over week since she came to this world. A lot has happened since that day. Usually when something happens, like when Zion was transported to this world and when she had killed the trolls, she would go to her room and think about it and calm her nerves. However, now she was tired. Although her body was in perfect condition her mind was exhausted. In that entire week since she came here she had not slept at all.

Since leaving the battlefield she had been plagued by thoughts she did not want. She had killed those beastmen easily. That was not what upset her. As far as she was concerned those beastmen deserved what they got. What troubled her was the fact that she killed them so easily. Killing those beastmen who previously had been one-sidedly slaughtering the humans had been as easy as stomping on an army of ants. She had realised then how dangerous she was. The humans on average were ten times weaker than beastmen. That meant a single flick of her pinkie could kill them. She had to be careful when dealing with them.

And so, because she was unwilling to think about it anymore she decided to sleep. It was the perfect solution to her problem. While sleeping she would stop thinking about everything and when she woke up the time would be closer to when she had to meet with the four she had called. Even though she had erected the cottage in the middle of nowhere she did not have to worry about anything since Ramiel would be guarding her.

It seemed like only a second had passed after she cast the sleeping spell on herself when she felt Ramiel tapping her shoulder gently to wake her up. Immediately her mind cleared and awoke. There was no drowsiness since never really needed the nap. She got up and looked at him.

"Is it time?"

Ramiel merely nodded. "Yes Chichi-ue."

"Okay."

Shiva dispelled [Cottage] and switched to her normal form. The clothes she had been wearing were replaced by her trademark white suit as six crystal wings sprouted from her back and a crystal halo began to float above her head. Silver light poured out of her and bathed the surroundings, turning night into day. Likewise Ramiel abandoned his human form and his chainmail was replaced by his white armour and his black spear was stored in his Item Box as he pulled out his trademark red one. The light coming from him merged with Shiva's, making the surroundings far brighter than day.

"Let's go!" Shiva ordered.

The two of them rose into the sky and flew eastwards. A few minutes later they arrived at a certain city.

Above it four beings hovered. They each had four black wings sprouting from their backs, identifying them as Cherubim and fallen angels. The first of them had a goat's head with black fur and curved horns. He was as tall as Ramiel. He wore black wizard robes. The fallen angel next to him had feline features similar to those of Penemue, only that her hair was black. She wore a black leather getup that was probably for stealth. Despite having the most human appearance, the one next to her was the most eye-catching. She was a classical Goth with a black leather top and a dark blue jean miniskirt. Her were legs covered in black pantyhose nylons and she wore black high heeled boots. Her black hair was long but one side had been shaved clean off and the other side had been braided into cornrows. She wore thick black eyeliner and shiny black lipstick. Her bottom lip, left nostril, right eyebrow and exposed bellybutton were a pierced and each ear was pierced at least five times. The last of them was even taller and beefier than Ramiel. He wore ebony armour and his head was that of an eagle with brown feathers.

When Shiva and Ramiel appeared before them they all bowed. "Shiva-sama. Ramiel-sama," they greeted.

"Well met," Shiva responded, "as ease." The after they straightened the goat headed fallen angel put out his hands and respectfully offered Shiva four vials of blue liquid. "Thank you Azazel," she said. Though my mana has already recovered I might as well keep them. I might need them in the future. Her attention turned to the feline girl, the gothic girl and the eagle headed man, calling their names as she did so. "Tamiel, Asbeel, Shemyaza. How are you all doing?"

The eagle headed man and the feline girl both bowed and expressed their gratitude at her for asking before they told her they were fine. The Goth girl, Asbeel, had a slight frown.

"I've been so bored Shiva-sama," she said with a pout. "It has been a long time since ya visited me."

Since Shiva alone had been coming to the guild hall for the past year she'd had a lot of time on her hands and, out of boredom, had familiarised herself with every inch of the Flying Fortress and its characters. Asbeel was probably referring to the time she checked her settings.

"I'll make sure to visit you in the future," Shiva replied, making the girl squeak in excitement. "Now," the change in her wiped Asbeel's cheerfulness away and replaced it with sombreness. "On to the reason I called the four of you here. Look down and tell me what you see."

The four angels looked down at the city below them. Even without Shiva and Ramiel illuminating the city it was not hard to spot what Shiva wanted them to see.

"There are beastmen and humans in the city," Shemyaza replied. "The humans seem to be slaves of the beastmen." There was a faint glow in his eyes as he continued, a sign that he was using [Omni-Sight]. "The beastmen are treating the humans like a food source."

"Exactly," Shiva said with a deep furrow. "What's happening down there utterly disgusts me. I find this act of depravity an affront to my existence. There are three more cities in which such vileness is being done and I want the four of you to purge everyone one of them. Leave not a single beastman alive!"

"Hai!" the four angels exclaimed.

"Good," Shiva said. "Make sure not to harm the humans while at it."

This time the response was slower and more hesitant, specifically from two of them. Shiva shot them warning looks as before she assigned them a city and sent them they had disappeared she turned to Ramiel and asked. "What do you think?"

Understanding what his creator was asking, he immediately replied. "There's nothing to worry about when it comes to Shemyaza and Tamiel. Azazel and Asbeel however, they're rabid. Like..." he stopped and cautiously looked at his father.

"Demons?" Shiva offered.

Among Heteromorphic beings angels were unique in that if someone killed them they would get penalised, more so then when they killed a Humanoid. On the other side of the spectrum were demons, who grant players the most bonuses. As expected the two races were mortal enemies and just like Christian myth the two were once a single race until some angels gave into their carnal desires and lost themselves, turning into demons. Of course in Yggdrasil an angel who fell too far would not become a demon, just like a demon who rose too high would not turn into an angel. Anyway, demons and angels hated each other to the core. Even the Seraphim guild had clashed with many demon guilds in Yggdrasil. Ramiel had refrained from saying the word probably because he believed it would anger her.

"I saw the bloodlust in their eyes too," she went on. "It's specifically because of their natures that I decided to give them this task. In the future we will be interacting with more of this world. I want to know if they can be trusted to control themselves, especially when there's no one watching them. If they fail this then obviously they can't."

"Oh," Ramiel mumbled comprehensively. A slight smile graced his lips, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Chichi-ue very thoughtful."

Shiva looked away to hide the blush on her face from him. No one had ever called her thoughtful. "coughcoughAnyway, they're about to begin. If you see Asbeel's actions are going to harm a human I want you to intervene."

"Yes Chichi-ue," the Archangel replied. "What about Azazel?"

"Leave him to me. Now, they're starting. Let's keep quiet and watch."

Shemyaza flew to the city furthest from Shiva-sama. The security was quite lax as he only saw two beastmen atop the city wall. He swooped down and drew his broadsword, decapitating them with a single slash.

While hovering above the wall he used [Omni-Sight] to look around the city, counting the number of Beastmen in it. Four thousand seven hundred and thirty-four. With how weak they were Shemyaza could destroy them all in less than ten seconds. However, the city would pay a huge price and none of the humans would survive. He was specifically told not to do that. As a leader of the Watchers he would be setting a bad example to his juniors if he got a single human killed.

It can't be helped, he thought to himself. As the last remaining El Shiva-sama's word is law. Shiva-sama was his master. No matter her orders he would follow them to the letter. To him the only people with higher authority than Shiva-sama were Seraphim's leader Sephirah-sama, all NPCs in Zion were programmed to follow her before anyone else, including their own creators, and Zenji-sama, his creator.

Shemyaza landed on top of the wall and began to change. His wings disappeared, the feathers on his face vanished, revealing smooth golden skin, and those on top of his head turned to hair. His beak was replaced a mouth and a nose and pointed ears grew below his temples. Shemyaza now had the appearance of a High Elf from Yggdrasil.

Without hesitating he jumped down from the wall, something that would have crippled a normal person, and began his task.

He did not try to be sneaky as he executed his mission. As a warrior he found it shameful. Only cowards would resort to sneaking and trickery. Even though he believed this he would of course never say it out loud. He knew that each class had its use, even if he did not like it. Also saying that would earn him the enmity of Raphael-sama. Even though they were basically both in the First Order, the ruling class of Zion, there was still a huge gap in authority between them, so much so that the Watchers were subordinate to the Archangels, he himself was under Ramiel-sama. Angering an Archangel just was not worth it.

He circled around the entire city, spiralling from the city walls to the inside of the city. He killed all the beastmen he met, whether man or woman and the rare child. He hunted them in the streets and in their houses, kicking down their doors and cutting them down. The humans he left alone, completely ignoring them. Despite how pathetic and miserable they looked he couldn't care less about them. He was told not to harm them. It did not mean he should help them either.

Within ten minutes pained screeches and cries of panic could be heard everywhere. Within twenty minutes fifty beastmen gathered at the centre of the city, in what probably use to be the home of the mayor, to fend of this unknown threat. A dozen minutes later Shemyaza appeared before them. Upon seeing him the beastmen were dumbstruck. Among the Humanoid races elves might not be the weakest but they looked by far the most fragile. If not for the blood coating his broadsword none of them would have believed that he was the one going around killing all their comrades. Nevertheless, they quickly overcame the shock and charged him as a group, all of them uttering battle cries as they did so.

Half a minute later Shemyaza turned to leave the plaza. Having fulfilled his mission he did not feel accomplishment. How could he when his opponents were so weak? A man would not celebrate trampling an ant. What he felt was shame for having used his main weapon when to deal with these creatures when a fly swatter would have been more appropriate. Next time, if he was sent on such a mission again, he would use a kitchen knife or maybe even his bare hands.

Unlike Shemyaza who started on the outskirts of the city Tamiel began in the middle. She flew on to the balcony of whom she believed to be the beastman leader and changed to her Humanoid appearance. As much as she loved her true form it was not suitable for her current mission. That was why she adapted Dark Elf one.

She tiptoed in the room and found the beastman leader in a comfy bed naked with a beastman woman on one side and a human woman on the other, although there was a huge difference between the two females. The beastman woman was simply asleep and was breathing softly. As for the other woman, her eyes were wide open, displaying terror and immense pain. Her left arm was completely stripped of flesh and her chest had been ripped open. Her heart and lungs were missing. It seems while the beastman was enjoying himself he had been gnawing at her. Tamiel was judging. Even among their Elohim there were those with weird fetishes, for example Shiva-sama wanting to be called Chichi-ue by the Archangels (Although she had to admit it was kind of cool).

Tamiel walked to the bedside and slashed both the beastman and his female companion's throat. The cuts were clean and silent, not alerting the guards stationed outside the door. If the guards had heard her she would have died of shame. Her reputation would be completely ruined!

Although her level was the lowest among the Watchers she was the stealthiest person in all of Zion, a better ninja than even her superior Raphael-sama. For her to be noticed before she struck her opponent, especially one so weak, she could not think of anything more shameful. If it ever happened she would go to Shiva-sama and beg for the sweet release of death.

But of course the guards did not hear her. It was nothing to be proud of. Only if they were level 100 would she be. She tiptoed towards the door and activated the skill [Phase]. As the name implied this skill allowed her to reach through the door and take out the guards. She managed to take them both out in millisecond, backstabbing them both in the heart with a pair of wakazashis before they could react. Tamiel stepped through the door and used [Omni-Sight] to see where the rest of them were.

Twenty minutes later she exited the silent manor, slitting a giant beastman's throat in the process. There was another beastman about three dozen metres from her, heading towards her. Tamiel calmly looked at him before she executed her next move, using the assassin skill [Shadow Step] she emerged from his shadow and stabbed him in the back, right where his heart was located. Then she went on a killing spree.

None of them ever saw her coming. Most of her kills were done using [Shadow Step], always getting them from behind or slitting their throats really fast from the front. None of them ever got the chance to raise an alarm. While going around killing the beastmen out in the open she spawned multiple shadow clones and ordered them to go inside the buildings and take care of those indoors. Even this was done without alerting anyone. Although Tamiel's shadow clones only possessed a quarter of her strength, it was more than enough to take care of them. Hell, one of her shadow clones could take all these beastmen on in a straight fight.

It took her a quarter of an hour to kill most of them. She found her last targets near the city gate. For some reason there were three dozen of them, just standing there discussing something, Tamiel did not care to find out. She used [Shadow Step] to once more to move to someone's shadow. This time though instead of stabbing the person she used another skill, [Shadow Dance]. It was the Ninja class' trump card. She would normally not use it against creatures of this level but this time she thought: what the hell. It's not like I'll be forced to use it in the next twenty-four hours. I don't even remember the last time I used it! Over thirty shadow clones suddenly burst out of her, each selecting a different target and executing them before they noticed what was going on.

Tamiel herself did not attack anyone. After the skill activated she jumped as high as she could and resumed her original form. With her mission done there was no more reason for her to stay in this place. The shadow clones would disappear after five seconds.

So, no human casualties? Azazel questioned himself as he stood in front of the city gate. He was in his Humanoid form, a Dark Elf mage wearing black robes. After a second he shrugged as if it had nothing to do with him. Oh well, I guess it can't be helped.

"Fire Wheel!" he called out the name of the spell he was casting. A circle of ten fireballs appeared before him, rotating clockwise at incredible speeds. He selected two of them and sent them towards the gate, resulting in a huge explosion that blasted the gate to smithereens.

Panicked shouts emerged from within the city. He heard someone yelling orders in that crude dialect of theirs known as Common Speech. It was a call for help and organisation. The person wanted the destroyed door barricaded. When Azazel emerged from the smoke and rubble of the destroyed gate he was met by over fifty beastmen, all of whom had their weapons pointed at him. A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his lips as he watched them.

"That's the spirit," he said to them, loud enough that they all heard him. "Please, take your best shot. There's nothing better than watching the expression of people change when they realise that they are totally screwed."

Dozens of arrows were fired at him. A couple of spears were thrown at him. Azazel did not erect defensive barriers. He did not try to avoid the weapons either. What was the point? They were completely harmless! Upon seeing that their weapons could not harm him the beastmen's expressions turned dark. Despair filled their eyes. Azazel loved it! The feeling of having someone's life in your hands, of them knowing it and being unable to do anything about it, of them knowing that you could inflict terrible pain to them before you killed them; few things gave him more pleasure.

He launched two more fire balls from his fire wheel, sending them into the beastmen. None of them survived. Their reinforcements arrived a minute later. It was another group of fifty. The moment the saw him standing there they all charged him with their weapons raised. Azazel would have used another two fireballs on them but this time there were humans nearby. Shiva-sama would scold him if there were any human casualties. So instead he used one fireball. The damage was not as much as the last time. There were even a few survivors. This did not disappoint him, in fact it delighted him. Since he couldn't use humans he would just use the beastmen instead.

He leisurely approached the injured beastmen and cast a spell on them. The beastmen could nothing but watch with terror filled eyes as their lives seeped away. Azazel watched on with disinterest as five slender figures crawled out of their corpses. The creatures had pale blue translucent skin with animal legs and a tail. In their clawed hands they each grasped an ice javelin. Legend has it that these creatures hailed from the Frozen Hells of Judecca, level 50 Ice Devils. When their entire bodies materialised they bowed to him and simultaneously asked, "what is thy bidding master?"

"Slaughter all the beastmen and do with their bodies as you will," Azazel declared, ignoring their sly and scheming tones. As a warlock he had dealt with their kind many times. Their scheming nature will come to nothing. "Don't touch the humans though. If you do..." Azazel let his killing intent finish his sentence, causing the demons to quiver in fear. The next moment they all hurried away from him, launching themselves on any beastman they could find. They did not in any way dare to touch the humans.

Devils, unlike regular demons, were a lawful race. They were highly intelligent and could follow orders to the letter, as long as you specify them and leave no holes to be exploited. Unlike ordinary demons whose nature was chaotic theirs was deceitful and one had to be very careful when making deals with them. Of course from time to time they enjoyed chaos, but it was all done with a specific intention.

They won't dare go against my orders, Azazel thought to himself. Not when I can keep them here as long as I want. They are bound to me until I say otherwise and I can make life a nightmare for them as long as they're in my service. A sinister smile crossed his lips. I'm going to torture them after this. Haha, with how boring things have been lately it will serve as the perfect entertainment!

When the Ice Devils disappeared from sight Azazel did not follow them. He turned around and left the city. There was nothing else to do. Organised massacres were not his style and he was not going to stay behind to watch it. If Shiva-sama had given him permission to deal with the situation as he saw fit he would have cast [Armageddon-Evil] and savoured the sight of rampant demons slaughtering everything in their sight. Honestly, there were few sights more beautiful.

Unlike the others Asbeel did not get have opportunity to choose between a stealthy and hands-on approach. The city she was supposed to liberate was the one where they met. With the El and Archangel hovering right above it the city was a bright at night as it was in the day. Everyone noticed it immediately. In the central plaza of the city hundreds were gathered, pointing at them. The expressions were a mixture of awe and concern.

With so many of them distracted, only a few noticed the fallen angel's descend. As her feet touched the ground her wings dissipated and her ears elongated. Her skin turned was as pale a sheet of paper, making it seem like she had never seen the sun since birth (which was not far from the truth. As a Watcher she guarded the ever night city of Babylon and rarely left it). This Humanoid appearance was that of a Forest Elf.

The moment she landed gun holsters materialised on her sides. She quickly drew the weapons and aimed at the closest beastmen. In the next moment a thunderous roar drowned the area, two bodies dropped to the ground with part of their heads missing. A minute after the guns went off silence dominated the area. Everyone stared at Asbeel in fear, their eyes occasionally switching from her strange appearance to her even more bizarre weapons. They were black in colour and well polished because the light given off by the two above bounced smoothly of their surface, giving everyone an ominous feeling.

"Haha!" Asbeel laughed out loud. "How d'ya like my .55 Magnums?"

To make her meaning clear she uttered the words in their primitive dialect. Sure enough they all understood her and in the next instant chaos broke out everywhere. Both beastmen and their human slaves scattered in different directions, determined to get away from her as fast as they could. Of course in the rush to do so many people were injured, specifically the weak and malnourished human slaves.

Shiva-sama is going to chew me out for this, Asbeel thought with a sigh. There was no helping it. She herself revelled in chaos, however, it was obvious a chaotic situation would result in human casualties. If that happened she would have to take responsibility, something she did not want. I better keep the casualties at a minimum.

She raised her weapons and fired off several shots. Each bullet found a target and none were human. After five more shots the chambers had been emptied. Asbeel waited exactly one second before she started shooting again. There was no need for her to bring extra bullets because her magnums were magical. They reloaded themselves with bullets coming from God-knows-where. Each bullet she fired could easily penetrate an adamantite shield, so every bullet she fired was lethal, some of them taking out two or three people at once. So far there had yet to be human casualties, although there were a few who had been trampled. Some of her targets managed to duck out of sight because humans were unknowingly shielding them, annoying her greatly.

"Listen up here ya pathetic humans!" she yelled furiously. "Get out of my way if ya don't wanna get blown the fuck to Hell!"

They didn't need to be told twice. Even with the confusion the humans did they best to stay out of her way, allowing her to continue her beastman extermination as she pleased. Some beastmen tried to retaliate and would occasionally charge her in groups of ten. However, at full capacity Asbeel's guns housed six bullets each. Those beastman groups would all be eliminated in less than a second.

Upon seeing that their numbers were not enough the groups banded together in order to increase their chances. Asbeel watched them as they drew closer to her. A hundred armed beastmen and she could only look at them in with pity. She levelled and aimed both guns at them and fired only once. The bullets she fired were different this time. Instead of the usual silver they were red in colour. And when they hit their target they exploded. Their individual blast range was greater than that of [Fireball]. None of her attackers survived. This was her [Exploding Fire Bullet]. As member of the Spitfire class she could inject her mana into her bullets for different effects.

When some of the beastmen saw what happened they realised that they were no match for her and immediately tried to escape. It did not matter though. No matter where they hid in the city they could not escape her. Black bullets tore into them no matter where they were. These were her special Armour-Piercing Bullets, capable of reducing Legend grade armour to scrap. The concrete walls that stood between Asbeel and her targets were like paper to the bullets and they easily penetrated them to find their targets. With [Omni-Sight] none could hide from her sight. Asbeel could not help but pray to her creator giving the skill to her. It was without a doubt the Elohim's greatest gift to angelkind.

The fallen angel hunted down her targets for nearly an hour. None escaped her sight. There was even one who tried to take a human child hostage to prevent her from killing him. It did not work that way. She put a hole in his skull before he could finish making demands.

"At least we know who can't be trusted to go on a solo mission," Shiva said grimly, watching Asbeel's actions below.

Despite only using a fraction of her destructive capabilities countless humans were hurt in the fallen angel's assaults. Some of them would probably would have died it not for the fact that the light Shiva and Ramiel were giving off had healing properties. There was even an instance when Ramiel had to use [Divine Intervention] to save an injured boy, something Asbeel did not noticed as she deeply engrossed in slaughtering the beastmen. Shiva could not help but thank the past her for assigning the fallen angel to clear the city below them. She could not imagine the catastrophe that would have resulted of her being sent to another city.

"Shemyaza and Azazel performed well," she continued. "Tamiel's performance was excellent! She's the perfect candidate for stealth missions."

Ramiel stood by her side and agreed with everything she said. In time the Watchers returned to her one by one. First Azazel using a teleportation spell, then Tamiel swooped by and half a dozen minutes later Shemyaza joined them. Asbeel was the last to return. A satisfied smirk was plastered all over her face. The four of them looked at Shiva expectantly.

"Thank you all for your help," she said to them, a Gate] appeared behind her as she continued. "I have evaluated your performance. Please return to Zion."

They all bowed happily and Shemyaza responded with: "It's a pleasure to serve Shiva-sama."

"Umu," she silently acknowledged, watching them as they entered the portal. Then she turned to Ramiel. "We're heading back to Zion as well. Once we get to the other side of the [Gate] inform your siblings that I want all of you in the Seraph Palace throne room."

She had decided to enlist the help of her children to come up with the best strategy to use against Dragon Queen. At the first break of Dawn she would pay her a visit.

-END-

Heteromorphic Races

Shemyaza: The Prideful General

Job: Co-Leader of the Watchers of Babylon

Alignment: Great Evil, Sense of Justice: -300

Racial Level: Angel 10

Power 10

Cherub 10

Job level: Fighter 15

Warrior 10

Asura 10

Marshal 5

Others

Racial Level: 30, Job Level: 65, Total Level: 95

HP: 95, MP: 10, PHYATK: 90, PHYDEF: 85, AGI: 75, MAGATK: 5, MAGDEF: 75, RESIST: 85, SPECIAL: 60

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Heteromorphic Races

Tamiel: The Mistress of Stealth

Job: One of the Watchers of Babylon

Alignment: Evil, Sense of Justice: -250

Racial Level: Angel 10

Power 10

Cherub 5

Job Level: Thief 10

Rogue 10

Nightblade 10

Assassin 10

Shadow 10

Ninja 15

Racial Level: 25, Job Level: 65, Total Level: 90

HP: 60, MP: 40, PHYATK: 55, PHYDEF: 50, AGI: 80, MAGATK: 30, MAGDEF: 50, RESIST: 70, SPECIAL: 35