Pitch-black venom fell on top of the angelsâ palace; a white building with a unique design that was devoid of stairs, becoming of a structure made for angels who moved like birds with the wings on their back.
SssrrâŠ
That palace began to turn black and melt down starting from its roof which resembled a soft ice-cream.
âItâs a dragonâs breath!â
âD-dodge!â
âHiik?! What is that?!â
Countless frightened angels dashed out from the palace they resided in.
ChiiiâŠ
Chii-âŠ
But the number of angels that survived was truly very fewâthe Oblivion Dragon King, who had made an appearance without advance warning and abruptly began spouting its 100% lethality rate breath, was a natural disaster itself. The vast majority of the angels, who had either failed to realize the situation, or didnât have enough time to escape even if they did, shared the fate of the palace.
The scale of damage or casualties werenât calculated, as this was no different to a bolt out of the blues to the angels, who had distanced themselves with the matters of the festival aside from safekeeping the rewards of the massacre event.
âChaooo~!â
The young Oblivion Dragon King admired its own handiwork and let loose a roar of delight. The race and age of those of other races were unimportant to a dragon. Woman, child, elderly, infant⊠no exception was made. Had it intended on making a differentiation, then it wouldnât have spat out a venomous breath capable of large-scale killing from the start.
âStop! You demon!â
A mob of angels came rushing over, all of them possessing a Level over 999, and their Skills were also all a set of SS-rank and S-rank SkillsâStatuses that couldnât even be imagined on the ground world, where even a single A-rank Skill would inspire trembling awe.