For countless ages…
Archangels had never fallen.
They were the blades of Heaven.
The executioners of worlds.
The embodiment of divine authority.
They did not lose.
They did not bleed.
They did not die.
But today—
That truth was about to be broken.
The Trap Is Complete
The black formation spread across the frozen land of Beiming World, covering thousands of kilometers.
Dark pillars rose into the sky like prison bars.
Chains of pure demonic energy wrapped tightly around Xuan Gabriel's wings, arms, and legs.
The Archangel struggled—
And the world trembled.
Golden light exploded from his body, trying to burn away the chains.
Mountains melted.
Ice oceans evaporated.
The sky cracked.
But the chains… did not break.
Wu Ming stood at the edge of the formation, calmly flipping through his black book.
"Struggle is meaningless," he said.
"This formation was not designed to kill you."
Xuan Gabriel's golden eyes locked onto him.
"Then what is its purpose?" the Archangel asked.
Wu Ming closed the book with a soft sound.
"To make you… human."
Understanding the Enemy
Lin Ye walked forward slowly, dragging his black sword across the ground, leaving a trail of darkness behind him.
He was injured.
Severely.
But his smile had not changed.
"I like this plan," Lin Ye said.
"Break the god first… then kill him."
Wu Ming nodded slightly.
"Exactly," he said.
"An Archangel is not powerful because of strength alone."
"It is powerful because of its connection to Heaven."
He pointed at the chains.
"These chains are not just restricting your movement," Wu Ming explained.
"They are cutting your connection to Heaven."
Silence.
Then—
For the first time—
Xuan Gabriel felt something unfamiliar.
Weakness.
The First Crack
The golden aura around the Archangel flickered.
Just slightly.
But it was enough.
Lin Ye saw it.
And his grin widened.
"There it is," he said.
"You're not untouchable anymore."
Xuan Gabriel's voice became colder.
"You think cutting my connection to Heaven makes me weak?"
Lin Ye raised his sword.
"No," he said.
"It makes you killable."
The Battle of a New Era
Lin Ye attacked.
His black sword cut through the air like a shadow tearing reality itself.
Xuan Gabriel raised his golden sword to block—
But this time—
The impact was different.
BOOM.
The Archangel was pushed back.
Not by a little.
But by force.
His feet dragged across the ground, creating a massive trench.
His eyes widened slightly.
"…Impossible."
Lin Ye didn't stop.
He attacked again.
And again.
And again.
Each strike was faster.
Each strike was heavier.
Each strike carried the full power of a Demon General.
Pain
For the first time—
Xuan Gabriel felt pain.
A cut appeared on his arm.
Golden blood flowed out.
He looked at it in silence.
As if trying to understand what it meant.
"Pain…" he said quietly.
"So this is what mortals feel."
Wu Ming watched carefully.
"Good," he said.
"Now we can continue the experiment."
The Breaking Point
The Archangel's aura flared again.
Golden light exploded outward, breaking some of the chains.
"Enough," Xuan Gabriel said.
"I will not be reduced to a mortal."
He raised his sword, and the sky above began to open again.
Even with the chains, he was trying to reconnect to Heaven.
Wu Ming's expression changed slightly.
"Lin Ye," he said.
"Finish it now."
Lin Ye didn't hesitate.
"I was waiting for that," he said.
The Final Strike
Lin Ye gathered all his power into one strike.
The black sword began to tremble.
Dark energy condensed around it, forming something massive—
A blade of pure destruction.
The air itself began to collapse.
Even the void seemed to distort.
Xuan Gabriel raised his sword to defend.
Golden light vs black darkness.
Heaven vs Demons.
Order vs Chaos.
Lin Ye roared:
"THIS IS FOR MY WORLD!"
And he swung the sword.
The Moment That Changed Everything
Time seemed to stop.
The black blade collided with the golden sword.
For a second—
Nothing happened.
Then—
CRACK.
The golden sword broke.
The black blade continued forward.
And cut through the Archangel's body.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Xuan Gabriel stood still.
A black line slowly appeared across his chest.
His eyes lost their golden light.
"…Impossible…" he whispered.
Then—
His body split in half.
Golden blood scattered across the frozen land.
And the Archangel…
Fell.
The First Death
For the first time in history—
An Archangel had died.
Heaven Feels It
In the Hall of Judgment, the angels suddenly froze.
A signal had disappeared.
Not weakened.
Not lost.
Erased.
One angel whispered:
"…Xuan Gabriel…"
Another said:
"…is dead."
Silence filled the hall.
Even the Gate of Light trembled.
Because this had never happened before.
Not once.
Not ever.
The Birth of Fear
Back in the void, Mo Wudao smiled.
Not a big smile.
Just a small one.
But it was enough.
"Good," he said.
"Now it begins."
The Great Demonic Script burned with black flames.
Lin Ye's name glowed brighter than before.
Wu Ming's name began to change as well.
The system was evolving.
The war was evolving.
The universe was evolving.
On the Battlefield
Lin Ye stood over the body of the fallen Archangel.
He was exhausted.
Broken.
Bleeding.
But he was laughing.
"So this…" he said,
"is what it feels like to kill a god."
Wu Ming walked up beside him and looked at the body.
"Correction," Wu Ming said calmly.
"This is what it feels like…"
"To prove that gods can die."
In the void, Mo Wudao looked at the endless universe and said:
"The moment a god dies…"
"Faith dies with it."
"And when faith dies…"
"Gods become prey."