Chapter 405: 22. The Seven Archangels (5k)
The seven beings before him far exceeded what Fisher could imagine. Even when they reined in their aura, they could instinctively activate the biological survival instincts within you. It was impossible to look them in the eye, for it felt as though death would completely engulf you the moment you dared to raise your gaze. Even the world’s rules seemed to warp in the presence of their ranks.
“Then let us begin, Hela, it is up to you to preside.”
Under the extremely terrifying, elongated suppression, the dazzling light on the platform ahead slowly dimmed. Then, a plain and ethereal female voice emanated from that direction. Fisher looked up and seemed to see a female angel sitting in the center of the high platform.
The angel had white hair and was not as tall as the other angels; on the contrary, she was quite “short,” at least compared to angels, resembling a human in stature. However, the terrifying aura she radiated, the dazzling brilliance, and the three pairs of pale silver oversized illusory wings behind her all indicated that she was an archangel of formidable rank.
Surprisingly, there were no “eyes” on her face; where a pair of eyes should be was a flat, seamless expanse, covered only by two glowing lines. Above her head was a rainbow-colored halo, appearing to twist with countless lively sedimentations.
She seemed to be blind.
Beside her, Hela nodded and stood straight, introducing the seven entities on the high platform.
“Yes, Lord Salie. Esteemed Lords, six days ago, this whale folk entered the second day from the realm of the first day without authorization, intending to meet Lord Raphael, but was captured by the compatriots of the second day. Four days ago, this male human appeared out of nowhere in the second day, and similarly was captured by the compatriots there. Yesterday, this female human also appeared in the second day. Let us not discuss this whale folk for now, but these two, like the previous one, should also be ‘Trans.'”
“And what of the ‘Trans’? Violating divine law deserves death. The last time was mishandled; we must not repeat the mistake, otherwise every being that wanders in here will be treated as a Trans.”
After Hela finished speaking, the second angel on the left with short black hair snorted coldly and spoke.
The first and second angels on the left were both male and looked almost identical; one with blonde hair and the other with black hair. One always wore a benevolent smile, with a faint golden glow in his eyes; the other glared with an enraged look, a fierce fire of punishment in his eyes.
Upon hearing the black-haired angel’s words, the similar-looking blonde angel also chimed in,
“While I do not support executing them, we certainly cannot let beings under the Holy Realm casually ascend to the other days. Otherwise, creating trouble would also be a bad grace bestowed by the gods. The blessing from Remiel has already been given to the first day, so to advance further would be overstepping. Michael, last time we gave that Trans to you for your sake; this time, please don’t put Uriel and Raguel in a difficult position again.”
Trans?
Are there other Trans in the Holy Realm?
Fisher’s expression shifted slightly at the words, and beside him, Tang Zeming Asuka, who had been gagging, also lifted her head a bit, as if she had heard that there were others from Earth like her.
Hearing Raphael’s words, the tall and androgynous angel with long red hair sitting to the right of Salie closed his eyes without responding, instead saying,
“That Trans person has been quite helpful for our forging; hence, I have kept him. You have seen his miraculous nature before, and I do not wish to explain further.”
“I know, Michael.”
The angel called “Michael” spoke with a harsh tone, yet unexpectedly, those he had secretly reprimanded—Raphael, Uriel, and Raguel—did not directly counter him, and even Raphael’s tone bore a hint of negotiation.
Fisher keenly realized that there must be a hierarchy among these archangels, and they were not all equal in rank.
From what Renee had mentioned earlier, Pandora, who was Salie’s only angel that could communicate with the Heavenly Lock and even possessed the Holy Grail capable of granting angels’ wishes, must be of the highest status, which is why she sat at the center of the seven. Following this logic, the archangels to her left and right should be ranked second and third.
The third archangel, Michael, was in charge of the forging and war affairs of the fifth day and was the androgynous angel who had just spoken rudely. Therefore, the archangel sitting to her left would be the ranked second archangel.
Fisher carefully observed the divine countenance of the archangels above through the gradually dimming divine light, but soon he discovered that the angel sitting to Pandora’s left was quite peculiar.
She was a female angel with light brown long hair, lacking a pair of illusory wings; instead, countless floating, eye-like illusory ringed halos surrounded her. Even stranger was her sitting posture.
She was almost reclining on her seat, her expression somewhat vacant, seemingly not listening to the arguments of the other archangels. She just sat there dully to Salie’s left, cradling a bizarre round crystal.
“.”
By ranking, she should be the archangel Gabriel, who governed the concept of wisdom in the sixth day, yet it was unclear why she appeared in such a state.
“Stop, no more arguing over such meaningless matters. Let us begin the voting directly.”
At that moment, the male cold-faced archangel sitting to Michael’s right spoke. His tone was almost flat, like precise, unchanging components being articulated.
He was Raguel, the archangel in charge of the laws and commandments of the fourth day.
He unemotionally interrupted the arguments of the other archangels, looking down from above without compassion or disdain, calmly observing the three below, before saying,
“Those in favor of executing them, raise your hands.”
Immediately, he raised his hand, followed by Raphael on the left, who raised his hand with a smile. Uriel, resembling him, snorted and raised his hand as well. Gabriel seemed completely unaware and continued to recline, staring vacantly at the crystal in her arms. Salie and Remiel did not move, making the current votes total three.
It seemed that the archangels did not count Gabriel’s vote, so it now stood at three to three.
But the voting was not over. Michael’s finger tapped the high platform, hesitated for a moment, and then prepared to raise his hand.
Tang Zeming Asuka below was completely terrified, unable to look up, merely reciting what Fisher had previously heard, “Amitabha,” seemingly in prayer; the smile on Gouwen’s face grew increasingly bitter, and his whale tail swayed incessantly; Fisher squinted, watching Michael’s hand rise slowly.
And beside him, Hela’s smile grew even more profound.
“Wait, I have one thing I forgot to mention to everyone.”
At that critical moment, the handsome angel with deep brown skin and white hair on the far right of the platform suddenly spoke, interrupting the voting process. Aside from Salie and Gabriel, the other archangels turned their attention to the angel who had suddenly spoken.
He was Remiel, the archangel overseeing the first day.
“Although that male Trans was discovered in the second day, among the angels that found him, there was an angel from the first day. That angel, upon discovering him, also found something interesting.”
He reached into his white robe, and a spinning book appeared in his hand, gradually slowing down. Suddenly, a voice with a quacking tone emerged from the book,
“Oh my head feels so dizzy. Fisher, Fisher, come save me.”
“Emhart!”
Fisher immediately stood up straight, looking toward the square book swaying in Remiel’s hand. Wasn’t it Emhart, the item taken from him when he arrived?
“Oh? Fisher’s voice. Where are you? Oh, I’m so dizzy; I’ve been spinning for several days.”
Just as Emhart was puzzled and began to speak, Remiel’s finger lightly traced over his mouth, rendering him speechless. However, his consciousness became clearer, and he quickly spotted Fisher below, as well as the beautiful angel with short golden curly hair standing beside him, smiling warmly.
The moment he saw the angel with golden curly hair, Emhart’s pupils constricted sharply, as if he had seen something incredibly terrifying. Instinctively, he wanted to run back to Remiel, but when he flew into the air, he was caught with one hand by Remiel, causing him to flail and cry out.
“Woohoo!”
“Everyone, please see, this item possesses its own consciousness. This is the goal we have failed to achieve regardless of how many times we manufactured it, but this Trans carries it with him. He likely knows how to forge such items that generate self-awareness. For this reason alone, I believe how we deal with them needs further discussion.”
Fisher stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to say in response to Remiel’s words.
Isn’t this something you angels created?
You are asking me how to create it?
Wait.
Fisher suddenly realized a possibility: in this time he had crossed over to, the angels would not be able to create such conscious relics.
Meanwhile, Michael, who had just been about to raise his hand for the vote, was also captivated by Emhart in Remiel’s hand. He waved slightly, and Emhart flew completely out of Remiel’s hand, uncontrolled, landing in his grip, his power instantly penetrating Emhart, causing him to wail as he shimmered with golden light, continuously emanating text.
“Woohoo!”
“.”
Below, Fisher’s fists gradually clenched, while Tang Zeming Asuka seemed to sense a turning point, finally daring to look up.
Several seconds later, Michael released Emhart and spoke,
“Interesting. He has no soul but can speak for himself, and has a ‘Gospel’ like a holy object.”
Upon hearing this, Uriel immediately became displeased.
Last time someone said a Trans had taken away someone; this time, it was even more absurd—three came at once, and you want to protect them? Next time, will there be a whole tourism group of Trans traveling from the first day to the seventh day?
However, he did not express his dissatisfaction directly. Instead, he said,
“Even so, since that thing is in our possession, we can study it ourselves; what do we need them for? We made fast progress without that last Trans.”
Remiel said nothing, but Michael, still holding Emhart, shook his head and replied,
“Last time was last time; I could study the things on that last Trans myself. I kept him to view the technique from another angle. But this thing, I cannot comprehend how to manufacture it at all; I have no leads. I want them to stay.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Salie, sitting in the center, smiled slightly and suggested,
“Then those in favor of keeping these individuals, please raise your hands.”
Following this, Salie and Remiel immediately raised their hands, and after affectionately stroking the cover of Emhart’s book, Michael raised his hand too.
Thus, the votes were completely tied, with three in favor and three against.
This situation shouldn’t have occurred, as there were seven archangels, and votes couldn’t be abstained, so a conclusion should have been reached. The reason for this result unequivocally related to the seemingly transparent archangel Gabriel.
“Given the circumstances, let me respectfully ask Gabriel for her opinion.”
Salie sighed helplessly and turned to the female angel beside her who was leaning sideways, embracing the crystal in her arms and seemingly lost in her own world. She leaned down a bit and whispered something into her ear that only the archangels could hear.
Under that inquiry, Gabriel seemed to finally come to some consciousness, but her light blue eyes remained dim. She slowly turned her head to look at Fisher and the others below. Unlike the archangels, who reined in their aura for fear of crushing them before judgement, Gabriel appeared completely disoriented.
The instant her gaze fell, Gouwen and Fisher felt their bodies weigh down, their brains nearing explosion from the overwhelming pressure. Tang Zeming Asuka’s eyes bled and she struggled to breathe.
Fortunately, Hela, standing beside, smiled and positioned herself in front of them, silently dispelling the pressure from the archangels’ glare.
“Haha.”
Tang Zeming Asuka lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, while both Gouwen and Fisher also felt discomfort; their bodies ached all over.
Gabriel glanced at them below but quickly lost interest, returning to lean against the chair, tightly clutching the crystal and muttering softly,
“Stay.”
Raphael sighed and closed his eyes, while Raguel’s expression remained stoic but seemed to show a hint of crack. Uriel nearly breathed fire, leaning against his chair and glaring down at the three below, saying,
“Even so, just keep that one, the other two should be killed.”
This time, the other archangels on the platform did not speak up again, as it seemed to them that as long as one who could reveal the method of creating such relics remained, that was enough.
And standing behind Hela, Fisher was momentarily taken aback, suddenly recalling a line Hela had said before bringing them up. His pupils slightly constricted, and he quickly looked up, saying,
“I can indeed create this type of conscious item. The process is quite complicated and requires many precious materials, and it would help if this girl is from the same place as me, and this whale folk is a doctor, proficient in many races’ life theories. I need their help; otherwise, I cannot create such an item.”
Gouwen shot Fisher a surprised glance but wisely refrained from saying anything.
“Human, understand this: what we seek is the method, not for you to create it for us.”
“With all due respect, even if I told you the method, you still wouldn’t be able to manufacture it.”
Fisher’s expression was stern, yet he could not help but break out in a cold sweat, almost completely soaking the white shirt Renee had given him.
How high were the ranks of these archangels?
Eighteen rank? Nineteen rank?
Regardless, they were unimaginably powerful beings, so laying such a grand lie before them would undoubtedly incur an indescribable burden.
But Fisher had to do it; otherwise, the two beside him would face execution from their votes in an instant.
Uriel said nothing further but looked at Michael beside him, who was stroking Emhart, causing him to tremble incessantly, but he could not fly away.
Hearing Fisher’s words, he glanced down at the male human and casually said,
“Fine, let’s keep them all. During this time, Hela will oversee them; they need not be kept in a cage anymore. Bring them to the fifth day afterwards.”
Hela smiled slightly and nodded in response.
“Yes.”
Uriel and the others were entirely speechless, their expressions clearly displeased.
“Let’s end it here for today. I want to take this item back and study it properly.”
Michael stood from his seat, holding Emhart, and his illusory red wings began to shimmer brightly, ready to leave this place and return to his fifth day for research.
But at that moment, Salie, sitting beside him, did not move but suddenly spoke,
“Michael, it may not be prudent to take this item back. The last Trans was taken away by you, which we all tacitly accepted. While you govern the ‘Solar Ring,’ the Holy Realm does not only have you forging. If you take him alone and there’s damage, consequences may be unfavorable.”
Michael’s neutral expression paused slightly. He smiled at Salie and replied,
“Is this also a ‘Divine Oracle’?”
Hearing this, Salie rotated her head for the first time. Even without eyes, she looked at Michael and said,
“No. But if you wish, we can vote to decide this matter.”
Michael glanced at the other archangels seated properly beside him. They ignored him, clearly displeased by what had just happened, so if a vote were to occur, the outcome was obvious.
“Well, in that case, I will hand this item over to Gabriel. This is for the benefit of us all.”
Remiel opened his eyes and silently stared at Salie, only to see her subtly shake her head, and then he closed his eyes again, saying nothing.
Salie then turned back with a smile, saying,
“Alright, we will hand this item over to Gabriel for safekeeping. This is for our mutual benefit.”
“The subsequent matters will be left to Hela. Everyone, let’s conclude for today.”
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