The battle was very short, but the aftermath it left behind was extremely devastating. Within an area of several dozen miles, hundreds of deep holes appeared where the giant swords had struck.
Most of the strike points overlapped because they had automatic targeting, not just flying around wildly.
If they had just fallen straight down mindlessly, the other three would have tried to dodge instead of forcing themselves to stay put to take the hits.
That moment just now wasn't long, but it left a deep impression on Michael. His mouth was still hanging open, like he'd forgotten he could close it.
Now the battlefield was hard to see clearly because it was almost completely covered in dust. Even though Michael tried to look, he couldn't see where the other three were.
"Damn, if I were in there, how long would it take me to die? Probably around a single blink. No, I probably wouldn't even have time to blink."
He understood the actual speed of what was happening up there much better now. Thanks to the device he was using that slowed it down, someone without actual strength like him could observe it.
If a battle between demigods could be observed by ordinary people, that would really be strange. Even mid-tier contractors couldn't observe or react in time to attacks this fast and intense.
[Do you wish to go meet that god now? I will send your soul immediately.]
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Michael was stunned for a few seconds by the system's suddenness. Why was it timing things so strangely?
"Don't you f*cking see I'm watching? Is that god going to disappear in a few minutes? If a god is that pathetic, then he's not worth meeting. Anyway, I'm a genie. I don't need to undervalue my own status like that."
Michael had no idea where his confidence came from. After watching a demigod's battle, he had the nerve to look down on a god. Was this what they called a fool who knows no fear?
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If Michael didn't want to go immediately, the system didn't see a problem with it. But was watching people fight more important than meeting a god? What the hell was wrong with his brain?
But not everything he said was unpleasant and stupid. At the very least, Michael understood that a genie wasn't inferior to any god.
"Hey, help me fast-forward time until the dust settles."
Michael shamelessly ordered the system to do trivial tasks for him. He was this confident because he knew the system couldn't actively do anything to harm him.
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What did the silence mean? It should at least give some kind of response. A refusal would've been fine too. If it kept quiet like this, Michael felt his presence was being deeply disrespected.
"Say something?"
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"Damn it, I'm done talking to you."
Getting ignored twice in a row, Michael didn't want to continue anymore. He didn't know when this massive cloud of dust would finally clear, but aside from waiting, he didn't know what else to do.
"That's right, maybe I'll go check on how my chosen one is doing."
Michael followed the river a bit further and finally saw Raphael and Leo. Raphael was holding Leo while lying on a large piece of wood, the waves constantly crashing against them. Also, Raphael had his eyes closed, so it was unclear if he was resting or unconscious.
Compared to the clash with the ultimate technique earlier, this scene was incredibly boring. But could a hungry baby survive being exposed to these fierce waves?
"If this chosen one still grows up healthy to the age of three or five, I think in the future I should follow him to get some benefits. But my interests still have to come first."
For now, he could just talk big since Leo hadn't made a wish yet. When Leo actually made some outrageous wish, Michael would be the one crying.
Following the water current wasn't fun at all, so he steered the magic lamp back to see if those three were dead yet.
The more he steered the magic lamp, the more he felt this thing was a match made in heaven for him. He controlled it perfectly, with an extremely low collision rate…
The reason, of course, was because he was flying alone in the sky, which made the collision rate low. If he used his current skills to fly in a crowded place, his vision would probably shake so much he'd get dizzy.
Michael flew back and forth, yawning repeatedly until most of the dust finally cleared. He finally saw three people lying motionless at the center of the battlefield.
Squinting to look closely, they looked like people, but at first glance, he would've thought they were three 'piles of trash'. The lofty demigods were now in such a miserable state it was impossible to imagine.
Besides their clothes being shredded, they were also missing a few important body parts. Elio had a technique that looked like a world glitch, but it probably had limits, because now his right leg was gone.
Plus, his face was haggard, his limbs shriveled as if he'd been exhausted for a long time. That was probably the side effect of using that technique too much.
The main advantage was that he wasn't covered in much blood and most of his clothing was still intact. Apart from the missing leg, he had no serious wounds elsewhere.
Glacior had lost his right arm and Ignivar had lost his left arm. Both were lying flat on the ground, their bodies soaked in blood, unknown if they were dead or alive.
They had been wearing armor earlier, but now only a few torn scraps of cloth remained on them. They looked perfectly qualified to go be beggars.
"Damn, who the hell are these three?"
Seeing this scene, Michael couldn't help but curse. The three incredibly badass demigods in his eyes now looked even worse than beggars. The main reason was that each one looked like they were about to die.
Just then, there was movement below. Glacior was the first to open his eyes. He staggered to his feet while glancing around. As soon as he stood up, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion turning pale.
He immediately sat back down and tightly shut his eyes. It looked similar to the method Rias and Raphael had used while resting.