Back To The Mainland (2)

Perseus POV

Okay, focus. I knew this mission wouldn't be easy. They're relentless, their armors are glistening with divine energy, brightening the night sky. But those kinds of things no longer intimidates me. I'm armed with a sword made of pure light, and it's time to show them what I'm made of.

As I step forward, the swarm of angels engulfs me, their celestial presence almost blinding. Their movements are swift and coordinated, each one a formidable adversary. But I refuse to back down. I grip my sword tightly, feeling its radiant power course through me. It's a symbol of hope and strength, and I won't let it falter.

The clash begins. My sword cuts through the air, leaving trails of brilliant light in its wake. But man, these angels are ferocious, their spears or swords are just super annoying, each swing of em is filled with the determination to turn me into cubed meat.

I can feel the resistance as the angels try to push me back, but I stand my ground, we need to occupy their time until the signal.

Their wings beat against me, creating gusts of wind that try to knock me off balance. I dodge and weave, relying on my agility and instincts to evade their attacks. But there are so many of them, their numbers seemingly endless. It's overwhelming, but I can't afford to let doubt creep in.

With each strike, I aim for their weak points, seeking out vulnerabilities amidst their divine armor. I know I can't defeat them all, but I can create an opening, a chance to break through their ranks and advance toward the goal.

The shimmering light of my sword fills the air as I press forward, inch by inch. It's not just a physical battle; it's a test of my spirit and determination. The angels may be heavenly beings, but I have a purpose that burns just as brightly within me.

I can sense the angels' surprise and frustration as I start to gain ground. The swarm momentarily falters, giving me the opportunity I've been waiting for. With a burst of energy, I channel the full power of my sword and break free, slashing through their ranks with renewed fervor.

I press on, adrenaline pumping through my veins. The angels regroup, attempting to surround me once again, but now I know I can overcome them. My sword becomes an extension of my will, and with each strike, I carve a path forward.

I can see it, the opening, the way out of this relentless swarm. It's within reach. I gather my strength, readying myself for the final push. The angels may be formidable opponents, but they can't extinguish the fire burning within me. I will prevail, and I will emerge victorious from this divine battlefield.

They cast their spells at me and I use magic to make my magic blade extend out several meters, and with a quick slash, I cut those spells in half, it's a bit annoying that angels don't really need talismans to control mana in an expert manner.

There are currently only 4 sorcerers in the world who can do that, and they're the closest sorcerers to level 10, the best sorcerers in the world.

But as planned, after the deaths of many angels underestimating me, a captain came forward while the rest watched from afar.

"A marked one, interesting." the captain said.

"Hmm, first time I heard the voice of a woman angel captain, all the ones I've met till now were men."

"Well, it's also going to be your last," she said while signaling the others to back off a bit, "This is for my brethren and more importantly, your death is for God."

The air crackles with energy as we lock eyes. I can sense their determination, their unwavering loyalty to their cause. This captain will not back down easily, and neither will I.

With a gesture, the captain summons a surge of magical energy, shaping it into a weapon of their own. Sparks of light dance around them, signifying their mastery of celestial magic. I can't let myself be overpowered. I draw upon my own inner reservoir of strength, the light of my sword intensifying in response.

The battle between us becomes a spectacle of magic and light. Beams of energy shoot through the air, colliding with a force that threatens to knock me off balance. But I stand firm, channeling my focus and agility into each move. I used my speed to deflect and dodge some of the attacks, she's quick, so I barely parried them.

The captain's magic is potent, I got hit by a small fireball, but the fireball itself was made of super condensed flames and caused a large explosion, I wish I came out unharmed because I can feel a lot of searing and stinging pain on the front of my body.

My very nerve-ending scream in protest as I register the damage inflicted upon me. I can feel the singed flesh, the raw agony felt from the seared wounds was something.

She was now weaving intricate patterns in the air, attempting to ensnare me within its ethereal grasp. But I refuse to be ensnared. I dodge, weave, and counter, using the light of my sword to cut through their magical constructs.

I then cast a spell to heal my body as the angel captain started to charge at me again. We then heard a blast coming from someone sounding the boat on the other side of the dock.

That stopped the angel captain from charging toward me and saved my life, but the signal has now attracted angels from everywhere, but that's the bait boat, we're taking another boat.

Now, I just need to make sure our actual boat managed to move and turn its head in the direction of the sea, once it's done, they'll activate the bomb planted on our bait boat, that's our final signal to go there.

And this means I can start trying to charge past these guys in front of me.

"Hey, I'm here, don't go after my comrades now."

"So you're the sacrifice? No wonder you're marked." the angel captain sounded impressed, "No one is willing to sacrifice themselves that easy."

Nah, no one is sacrificing himself, I'm gonna go back home.