Free Web NovelChapter 561: Arcadia, The First Planet In All Creation (XXXIX)
The two groups, demons and angels, turned toward Aestrea and Elleonora the moment they landed.
Instantly, weapons were raised.
Demonic energy flared darkly from the obsidian-skinned demons, while holy light radiated from the angels.
Both sides shifted into defensive stances, clearly acting as the official bodyguards of the fourth tower.
A massive demon with curling black horns and bat-like wings stepped forward, snarling.
"Intruders! This tower is under our protection! Leave now or be purged!"
An angel with six glowing wings and a flaming sword hovered beside him, her voice cold and incredibly "righteous".
"The Fourth Trumpet belongs to the balance of light and dark. Outsiders are not welcome. Turn back immediately."
Aestrea stared at the group with a flat, unimpressed expression.
Compared to the Primordial Chaos Divine Dragon he had just humiliated, these creatures were laughably weak.
Their auras were strong by normal godly standards, but against him, after absorbing three Trumpets and having faced true primordial beings, they felt like ants pretending to be giants.
He couldn’t help but wonder why the hell such relatively weak guardians were assigned to the fourth tower.
The first two had been protected by illusions and a monstrous guardian.
This felt... off.
It was simply too easy and incredibly convenient.
Elleonora stayed close to his side, her hand gripping his arm tightly, ready to fight.
The demons and angels began advancing, weapons glowing as they prepared to attack.
Aestrea sighed.
He raised his hand, black-and-white chaotic energy gathering in his palm, ready to erase the entire group in one strike.
But before he could release it....
WOOOOOOONG!!!
A dozen ancient arrays suddenly materialized around him, glowing with intricate, overlapping runes of gold, crimson, and void-black.
They formed a perfect spherical cage, spinning rapidly and locking him in place.
Aestrea’s eyes narrowed.
He immediately tried to destroy them with Authority of Ruin.
Nothing happened.
The runes flared brighter, resisting his power completely.
He poured more strength into it, to the point of even using the Authority of Chaos, Authority of Karma, and even the newly gained spatial manipulation from the Trumpets.
Still nothing.
A translucent panel appeared in front of his eyes, glowing with cold, mocking letters:
[You do not possess that authority.]
Aestrea’s expression darkened.
"...Fuck."
He finally understood why this looked so easy.
These "weak" demons and angels weren’t the real guardians.
They were nothing but bait.
The true defense of the fourth tower was this array system, something specifically designed to counter beings who relied on pure power and broken rules.
The arrays were woven with conceptual authority from the Creator herself, blocking the very powers granted by the Trumpets.
He tried to fly out, but the rays held firm.
He tried to teleport, but the space around him remained locked.
He tried to brute-force his way through with pure chaotic energy.
The runes absorbed the attack and glowed even brighter, feeding on his power to strengthen themselves.
Aestrea was trapped... completely.
Elleonora’s eyes widened in panic as she realized what was happening. fгeewebnovёl.com
"Aestrea!" she shouted, immediately launching herself at the arrays, unleashing a barrage of powerful magic spells.
Beams of destructive arcane energy slammed into the barrier, but the runes simply absorbed them without any visible damage.
The demons and angels laughed mockingly, their earlier hostility turning into triumphant sneers.
"Foolish outsiders," one of the angels declared.
"The Fourth Tower’s true guardian is the Seal of Absolute Law. No matter how strong you are, you cannot break what the Creator herself designed to contain those who would defy her rules."
The lead demon grinned wickedly.
"Now you will stay here and rot while we decide your fate. The Trumpet will never be yours."
Aestrea stood motionless inside the spherical cage of arrays, slowly analyzing the array.
He tested the barrier again, pushing with everything he had. The arrays hummed louder, draining his energy and converting it into reinforcement.
He couldn’t escape... at least not with brute force, and definitely not with the authorities he currently possessed.
No wonder that these seemingly weak creatures were guarding the fourth tower. They weren’t meant to fight him directly.
They were meant to stall him long enough for the arrays to activate and trap him.
A clever, yet infuriating trap.
Elleonora continued attacking the barrier desperately, her magic flaring brightly as she tried to break through.
"Aestrea! Hold on! I’ll get you out!" she shouted, voice filled with determination and worry.
Aestrea looked at her through the glowing runes, his expression calm despite the situation.
"Elleonora.... stop wasting your energy," he said quietly.
"These arrays are designed to counter power like mine. So, that means that pure brute force simply won’t work."
He glanced at the demons and angels, who were now laughing and mocking him from outside the barrier.
The angels were the first to speak, their voices ringing with self-righteous superiority.
"Look at the mighty intruder now," one of them sneered, a six-winged seraph with a glowing halo.
"All that arrogance, all that power, and yet you are caged like a common beast. The Creator’s will cannot be defied so easily."
Another angel laughed coldly, pointing her radiant sword at him.
"You thought yourself above the laws of this world? Pathetic. How does it feel to be trapped by the very authority you seek to steal? The Fourth Trumpet will never belong to a filthy lesser god like you."
The demons, however, had shifted their attention.
Their glowing eyes moved away from Aestrea and locked onto Elleonora.
Several of them licked their lips, their expressions turning openly lustful as they took in her beauty: the long, wine-red, purplish hair, the exaggerated hourglass figure, the way her battle outfit hugged her massive breasts and wide hips.
"Heh... forget the male," a hulking four-armed demon growled, grinning with sharp fangs.
"Look at the female. What a prize. That body... those tits... I bet she’d look even better screaming underneath me."
Another demon chuckled darkly, his gaze roaming shamelessly over Elleonora.
"Come here, little angel-whore. We’ll show you what real demons can do. Leave that weakling in his cage. We’ll fuck you until you forget his name."
A third one stepped forward, his voice dripping with crude hunger.
"Elleonora, was it? Yeah... you’re just a fine piece of meat now. Come on, spread those legs for us. We’ll make you our breeding sow."
Elleonora’s face instantly turned colder than ice.
Her light blue eyes narrowed into slits of pure disgust and killing intent. The temperature around her seemed to drop as her magic flared dangerously.
Aestrea’s expression remained calm... outwardly.
The angels noticed the shift and laughed mockingly as well.
"Even your companion looks ready to abandon you," one sneered. "Smart girl. She knows when she’s in the presence of superior beings."
Elleonora’s hands clenched into fists, arcane energy crackling around her fingertips.
Aestrea raised a hand slightly, stopping her from attacking.
"Not yet," he said quietly, his voice carrying through the barrier.
"Let them bark."
He looked at the group of demons and angels with complete indifference, as if they were insignificant insects.
The demons continued their vulgar taunting, growing bolder.
"What’s wrong, pretty? Scared? Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle... at first."
One of them grabbed his crotch crudely.
"I call dibs on those fat tits. Bet they’d look amazing covered in demon cum."
Elleonora’s aura exploded outward in a wave of cold fury. Her voice came out cold, venomous, and filled with killing intent.
"...Disgusting filth."
Those words had barely left her mouth when the air inside the arrays warped violently.
CRACK!
The spherical cage of ancient runes shattered like cheap glass.
Aestrea stepped out of the collapsing barrier as if it had never existed, his black-and-white hair drifting slowly, his red slit eyes glowing with pure, abyssal menace.
The entire battlefield fell deathly silent.
He appeared directly in front of the group of demons in less than a blink , not flying, not teleporting, simply there, as if space itself had bent to deliver him.
His presence hit them like a physical wall.
The temperature around the demons plummeted.
The ground beneath their feet began to crack and wither, black veins of chaos spreading outward from where he stood.
The air grew thick, suffocating, as if the very concept of fear had been given form.
Aestrea’s aura was no longer just power.
It was terror.
His eyes, those vertical blood-red slits, stared down at the demons with absolute, emotionless contempt.
Behind him, the faint outline of a massive Yin-Yang symbol spun slowly, black and white energies coiling like living serpents ready to devour everything.
The lead four-armed demon, who had been the most vulgar, suddenly froze.
His body started trembling uncontrollably. Dark sweat beaded on his obsidian skin as an overwhelming, primal fear gripped his soul.
Aestrea didn’t shout. He didn’t need to.
He simply spoke, his voice low, calm, and carrying the weight of inevitable death.
"You dare speak about her like that?"
The words were quiet, but they echoed inside the demons’ minds like judgment from the abyss.
One demon dropped his weapon, falling to his knees as his legs gave out. Another started backing away, his eyes wide with pure animalistic panic.
Aestrea took one slow step forward.
The ground shattered beneath his foot.
Black cracks spread like spiderwebs, and from them rose faint whispers, the screams of every being he had ever killed, every soul he had erased.
The four-armed demon tried to swing one of his massive axes, but his arm froze mid-motion.
Aestrea’s gaze alone pinned him in place.
"I was going to ignore you insects," Aestrea continued.
"But you made the mistake of looking at what belongs to me with those filthy eyes."
He raised his hand slowly.
The demons felt it, the sensation of their very existence being weighed and found wanting.
Several of them fell to their knees, gasping for air as invisible pressure crushed their chests.
The lead demon’s bravado shattered completely. His voice cracked in terror.
"W-Wait! We didn’t!"
Aestrea’s fingers twitched.
CRACK.
The four-armed demon’s right arm exploded into black dust as if it was simply erased from existence itself.
The demon screamed in agony, collapsing forward.
Aestrea looked down at him like he was less than nothing.
"Speak again," he said softly, "and I’ll erase everything you are. Not just your body. Your name. Your history. Your soul. You will cease to have ever existed."
The remaining demons and even the angels took several steps back, faces pale with fear.
The angels’ holy light flickered uncertainly, their earlier arrogance gone.
Aestrea turned his gaze to the entire group, his red slit eyes glowing brighter.
"Run."
That single word was enough.
The demons broke first, fleeing in blind panic.
The angels followed moments later, their wings flapping desperately as they retreated from the monster wearing human skin.
