Wayne's expression was odd; he wasn't new to this world and had seen all kinds of Devils, but such arrogance was unprecedented in his experience.
Weakness and ignorance weren't obstacles to survival, but arrogance was.
He had only dared to grandstand by riding on an Archangel's coattail, yet Milne had the audacity to shit and piss on Heavenly Father's head—this wasn't mere pride; it was madness.
Hexuno's eyes blazed with murderous intent as he summoned the Heaven Holy Spear, pointing it towards Milne from afar.
The Holy Spear had been destroyed in a previous battle, its surface covered in cracks and at the brink of falling apart. Although Hexuno had reshaped it with his thoughts to nearly 90% new, broken meant broken. It couldn't withstand much energy nor sustain higher-level combat.
"Fallen Hell Angel, you..."
Hexuno's words were cut off as Wayne, beside him, pressed down on his spear, frowning at him. Wayne passed over the Oath Sword.
Thank you!