Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 376: Uriel’s Storage

Chapter 376: Uriel’s Storage

Clyde continued slaughtering the creatures that emerged from the shadows of the Archangel’s residence, attacking him relentlessly. Despite the endless waves of enemies, he couldn’t help but think—so this is what it had all come to.

The influence of the Ancient One was truly terrifying and potent. Even an Archangel, one of the highest beings who had always prided themselves on their divine power, had fallen to this state. Her once-magnificent domain and devoted followers, symbols of her strength, had been reduced to this—mere shadows of what they once were.

They had lost their minds, and perhaps even their souls, leaving behind nothing but the husks of corrupted half-angel warriors and disciples. And worst of all, Uriel had abandoned them. She had simply left, vanishing somewhere, leaving her followers to their fate.

Had the mighty Archangel succumbed to despair and fear to the point of abandoning everything?

Clyde smirked, even chuckling a few times as he cut down the corrupted creatures swarming him. To him, it was almost comical. This was nothing more than a parody of what he, the people in Sivagadh Fortress, and countless others who had suffered under these so-called higher beings had endured.

If they could see this now, they would surely take pleasure in watching how pathetic these once-mighty entities had become in the presence of an even greater power.

And he was the catalyst of it all. Clyde was certain that he had played a significant role in spreading this corruption. And he felt good about it.

Time passed quickly as he continued cutting down Uriel’s fallen followers. Though it might have seemed tedious, he didn’t mind—because he was witnessing the fall of the higher beings’ reign unfold right before his eyes.

It wouldn’t be long before not just Uriel’s domain, but every other realm, suffered the same fate.

Mutilated corpses piled up in the grand hall of the massive citadel. Clyde stood atop them, his body drenched in blood from head to toe.

Activating [Tidebreaker], he washed away some of the gore. It didn’t clean everything, but at least it got rid of some of the mess.

After that, Clyde moved deeper into the massive citadel, his footsteps echoing through the empty ruined halls.

If Uriel had truly abandoned this place, then there was no reason to let whatever treasures she left behind go to waste.

Powerful artifacts, divine weapons, anything belonging to an Archangel would surely be potent. If he could get his hands on them, they would be invaluable.

Maybe even a new coat. His last one had been reduced to charred scraps thanks to Asmodeus, and an Archangel’s garment had to be better than anything Hammer could forge, right?

He began searching through the rooms one by one, stepping over the mangled remains of the corrupted beings he had just slaughtered.

He spared them no second thought. They were beyond saving, left to rot by the very being they had once worshiped. All he had done was end their suffering a little faster.

Minutes passed, and irritation began to creep in his heart. Uriel’s weapons and her relics... where the hell did she keep them? A being like her wouldn’t leave such things lying around but it must be not hard to find right?

His patience wore thin as he swept through another empty chamber. Just as he was about to curse out loud, his gaze landed on something different, A massive set of doors at the end of the corridor.

The doors gleamed with gold and silver, their surface etched with a grand image of Uriel in all her former glory.

Clyde smirked. This had to be it. He unseathed his sword and swung.

The moment Clyde’s sword struck the golden doors a harsh clang echoed through the halls.

His Elderglass blade had only left a deep scratch on the surface. He narrowed his eyes.

Of course, an Archangel’s vault wouldn’t be so easily breached.

Instead of frustration, excitement flared in his chest. A challenge like this only proved that whatever lay beyond was worth the effort.

Without hesitation, he activated [Burning Hand], his fingers igniting with searing heat. At the same time, he called upon [Pure Lightning], arcs of crackling energy dancing along his arm.

Then, for good measure, he pulled at the other power within him, the Demonic energy.

His magic surged, swirling together in a volatile fusion of destruction. The air around him vibrated with raw force as he channeled it all into his blade.

Then, he swung again.

The first slash sent shockwaves rippling through the metal. The second carved a jagged line through Uriel’s etched portrait, distorting her once-majestic image.

By the third, the door groaned under the sheer force of his assault.

Power roared through him and with one final swing, the combined energy of fire, lightning, and Demon exploded upon impact.

The doors shattered.

Golden and silver fragments rained down, crashing onto the floor in a twisted heap of ruined divinity. Smoke curled in the air, the scent of scorched metal thick in his lungs.

Clyde exhaled, lowering his sword as he took a step forward.

His eyes swept across the room, widening with satisfaction. Rows of weapons and armor lined the chamber, displayed on ornate racks and pedestals.

Each piece shimmered with powerful glow, humming with power that only an Archangel’s personal armory could possess.

A slow grin spread across his face.

He ran his fingers over a gleaming set of silver-plated armor, feeling the faint pulse of divine energy beneath the metal.

The swords, spears, and axes beside it radiated the same potent aura, their edges impossibly sharp, their craftsmanship flawless. Any warrior — mortal or not — would kill to wield such artifacts.

His gaze drifted toward the far end of the chamber.

He spotted a sword and a black coat lined with gold. Without hesitation, he strode over and picked them up.

The coat, was called Radiant Veil. Its golden lining pulsating with a divine glow. It was lightweight yet sturdy.

The sword called Dawnpiercer, had a sleek and elegant design. Its silver blade was etched with intricate runes that pulsed with latent energy, and as Clyde gripped its hilt, he felt a surge of power course through his arm.

A grin spread across his face. These would do nicely.

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