Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 364: The Raging Angel

Chapter 364: The Raging Angel

Uriel swung her sword at Asqa without hesitation. She was consumed by madness, her actions now a culmination of everything that had happened to her in recent times.

Her restlessness over the vision of the unknown Eye that filled her with fear, the transformation of her soldiers, the actions of her fellow Archangels, and now this—Asqa suddenly using telepathic communication with an unknown recipient.

Was Asqa betraying her? Was she the mastermind behind all of this? As the Archangel ruling this domain, Uriel should have questioned these things first.

But she didn’t. She was overwhelmed by emotions, her mind clouded. She was no longer the sane and composed Archangel she was supposed to be.

Without realizing it, she had brought this disaster upon her people and her domain. The moment she touched the fragment.

"AAAA!!!" Uriel let out a furious scream, her eyes wide, burning with rage and madness. She hadn’t turned into a monster—yet.

Asqa had already accepted her fate. In her eyes, she saw the flaming sword radiating divine fire, and she knew this was the end. There was no way she could block that fire.

However, at that moment, the doors, which had been relentlessly pounded on, finally started to break apart.

Despite being reinforced by the scholars’ magic, the doors couldn’t withstand the relentless assault of the corrupted warriors outside.

The doors didn’t burst open all at once. They crumbled bit by bit, their metal surface pierced by spears, swords, and axes. Some of those blades struck the scholars and servants trying to hold the door shut.

Screams of pain filled the air, followed by guttural, inhuman growls from outside—now clearer as holes formed in the door.

Uriel gritted her teeth, her breath ragged. Her eyes were wide, her mind unable to think straight.

"Your Majesty!" one of the scholars called out, pleading for help, blood streaming down his face.

"Your Majesty! You must control yourself! We need you to lead us!" an elder servant urged beside her, her face filled with terror.

Lowering her sword and turning away from Asqa, Uriel shifted her focus to the door. In an instant, Asqa no longer seemed important to her.

Asqa watched from the side, relieved but knowing it wouldn’t last. She had to find a way out of here or hope that Clyde would come to her rescue soon.

"No. I can’t rely only on Clyde. Even if he’s stronger now, I don’t know if he can defeat Uriel."

Asqa realized her best option was to find an escape route herself.

Uriel walked toward the door, speaking in a firm, cold tone. "Move aside. I will hold them back. Head to my residence immediately. That building has stronger defenses than this one."

The scholars and servants responded immediately, stepping away from the door.

Uriel let it swing open and stretched out her hand. A massive torrent of fire erupted, surging toward the corrupted warriors. Those who weren’t instantly turned to ash were thrown back, their screams of agony filling the air.

Uriel strode forward, away from the door. Her left hand stretched out, continuously spewing fire.

Her face was set in a mixture of anger and unwavering determination. The madness that had clouded her mind was not entirely gone, but she forced herself to focus — she had to protect her people as the ruler of this domain. That responsibility still clear in her mind.

She kept advancing, pushing against the tide of corrupted warriors. They surged toward her, their grotesque forms relentless, but each one that entered the raging inferno was consumed by her flames.

Then, as she watched them burn, a deep sorrow welled up inside her.

These were once her warriors. Loyal soldiers who had fought under her command. Now, she was the one ending their lives with her flame. The same flame that she used to destroy her enemy.

Tears began to blur her vision, streaking down her face, but she did not stop. She could not stop. If she hesitated, the followers who still lived would perish.

The corrupted warriors, relentless even in death, began to escape her flames.

Their charred and smoldering bodies lifted into the air as they flapped their blackened wings. Fire still clung to their flesh, eating away at them, yet they continued to fly, their twisted forms silhouetted against the burning ruins.

Uriel clenched her teeth. The sight of them — once proud warriors, now transformed into something monstrous — sent a fresh wave of agony through her heart. But she steeled herself.

She would burn them all if she had to for the sake of those who still lived.

The number of corrupted warriors soaring through the air grew, their burned and twisted forms circling Uriel like vultures.

They came at her from all directions, forcing her into close combat.

Now, she could no longer rely on her flames alone. She had to cut them down with her own hands, face to face, staring into their hollow, dying eyes.

With a swift motion, she swung her flaming sword, cleaving through the nearest attacker. The corrupted warrior let out a guttural scream as their body split apart, embers consuming what remained.

Another lunged at her from behind, but Uriel turned, her blade arcing through the air, severing wings and flesh alike.

Each strike and each kill weighed heavier on her soul. These warriors had once sworn loyalty to her and fought under her banner. She even train her in her spare time because she wanted a powerful soldiers.

Now, she was the one cutting them down. Yet there was no time to grieve. Not when the battle still raged.

Behind her, the servants and scholars rushed toward the fortified main building, the place Uriel use to her resident. They moved quickly, helping one another, their desperate footsteps echoing against the crumbling stone.

Amid the chaos, Hiro shoved Asqa back.

"You don’t belong with us anymore," he said, his voice cold and unwavering.

Asqa didn’t argue. She didn’t plead. She simply stood there, silent, watching as the others fled without her.

Asqa gritted her teeth, anger flaring in her chest at the way Hiro had cast her aside.

After everything, after all she had done, was this how they saw her now? An outsider? A traitor? Even without any proof?

But deep down, she knew the truth — this domain was already lost. There was nothing left here but destruction and despair. Even if she wanted to stay, there was no shelter, no refuge.

What should she do?

For the first time, she felt truly stranded, with nowhere to run and no one to turn to. But just as that hopelessness began to settle in, a familiar voice echoed in her mind.

"I’m close. Are you alright?" Clyde’s voice.

Asqa’s eyes widened in relief.

"Clyde!" she breathed out, barely containing her emotions. "Yes, I’m fine—for now. But where are you? This place is in chaos! The warriors have turned into monsters, and Uriel... she’s slaughtering them. I think she’s going to kill me next."

"Alright. I’m coming," Clyde responded without hesitation. "I can open a portal to this domain, but not directly to you. You’ll have to hold out for a few minutes. Find somewhere to hide."

Asqa clenched her fists, determination returning to her gaze. A few minutes. That was all she needed to survive. Clyde was coming. She just had to make it until then.

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Clyde soared through the skies of this domain, the wind rushing past him as he pushed his [Flight] skill to its limits.

The domain stretched beneath him, a place that should have been serene, vibrant with divine beauty. Yet, corruption had begun to take hold.

The land was withering. Not entirely, but the signs were there. Flowers that once bloomed in Angelic radiance now drooped, their petals curling inward.

The lush greenery that should have thrived under the domain’s light had begun to fade, tinged with unnatural decay.

It wasn’t the land itself that was suffering the most, though. Clyde could feel it, the ones being most affected were the residents. The people. Including Uriel, the ruler of this place herself.

He narrowed his eyes and accelerated, locking onto Asqa’s presence. She wasn’t far now. As he flew, a sudden heat brushed against his skin.

It was weak at first, flickering like a distant flame, but he recognized it immediately. This wasn’t feel like Asmodeus’s infernal fire — this was different. This was Uriel’s flame.

His expression hardened.

Then, in the distance, he saw it. A massive inferno raged ahead, its golden and red flames dancing violently in the air.

Even from this distance Clyde could feel the heat intensify, pressing against his body. Whatever was happening there, it was no small battle.

That had to be where Asqa was.

Gritting his teeth, Clyde tightened his grip on his sword and surged forward.

He didn’t know exactly what he would find but he was ready. He had to be. Because if Uriel had truly lost control — if she was burning everything in sight — then Asqa’s time was running out.

He might be needed to face Uriel as well.

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