�Ymir����.�

A muffled voice rang through the white watch.

�It is not moving.�

All the archangels turned to one archangel.

The archangel of extinction, Faiel.

He, the most incomprehensible of the Archangels, was a short man, 1 meter 70 cm tall, wearing a white robe and covering his face with a hood.

There are not many beings in the universe who know his face, but even those who have seen it will not be able to do justice to his face.

Although he was the last to be born among the Archangels, he is the human way to determine the rank based on the order.

Rather, it can be seen that he is a person who is exactly the opposite of the archangel of amplification, Ikael, and has a different personality from the middle-ranking archangels.

Mattiel asked.

�The law of Ymir is the vanguard of war.�That he didn�t move����After all, there will be no war again this time?�

�It could be that it�s not a war, it�s our victory.�

�It could be the other way around.�

Kariel was dissatisfied with the archangels who cared about the existence of a mere giant.

�Heh, does it make sense that the higher law cares about the lower law?�Anyway, let�s start now.�If 4 or more agree, the humans are destroyed.�In an instant, we will wipe out purgatory and destroy the kingdom of the earth.�

The archangels were lost in thought.

Kariel wants war, but angels don�t have the concept of persuasion anyway.

It is because their incarnations are so distinct, and their knowledge is not small enough to be swayed by unknown variables.

Ultimately, it�s up to you to make your own decisions based on your personality.

As promised, Uriel raised his hand first.�Kariel then raised her hand, followed by Metatron and Rael.

The only one who disagreed was Fael.

Even in the absence of Ikael and the refusal of Anchera�s message, most of them agreed with the archangels� firm self-esteem.

�With this, the sickest humans will disappear.�

Ikael�s face shimmered in Kariel�s celestial body, who smiled meaningfully.

* * *

Arriving on the top floor of Arabot, Ikael gazed at the iron gate in front of him for a moment before reaching out his hand.

ridge!�ridge!�ridge!

Ankera�s heartbeat leaked through the crack in the door with an intense sound.

�Anchera, your servant requests an audience.�

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