My Celestial Ascension

The lightning strikes were so fierce and powerful that they tore the ground apart, ripping the earth into jagged fragments. Yet Yuan stood tall, completely untouched—without even a single scratch on his body.

Selvariel watched from the sky, disbelief written across her face. Her most powerful wide-range magic spell—Judgment Lightning—had proven completely useless against a mere human.

It shattered not just her pride as a superior being, but also Valthariel's. Both of them were stunned as Yuan emerged from the smoke unscathed, casually brushing the dust from his clothes.

"Impossible! How is he still alive after taking my attack?!" Selvariel exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

But she had no time to waste. She immediately descended toward the seriously injured Valthariel, who needed her help.

"Let me heal your wounds. After that, we'll face him together," Selvariel said firmly, her tone serious as she began casting Holy Magic to mend his injuries.

Valthariel nodded and gave her a warning. "We must be very careful. He's strong—unbelievably strong!"

"Indeed. My strongest attack didn't even scratch him... We'll have to be extremely cautious," Selvariel responded, focused as she channeled her healing energy.

Within seconds, she had healed him completely. However, while her Holy Magic could repair wounds, his missing wing remained gone—it didn't regenerate.

Yuan observed the scene with an amused expression, intrigued by the female angel's healing abilities.

Healing surface wounds was one thing—any skilled healer could do that. But healing broken bones was a whole different matter. That usually required an immense amount of mana.

'She has quite a unique ability to heal injuries. Unfortunately, it's useless to us,' Yuan thought with a sigh.

'What a beautiful creature she is... her wings look absolutely divine. I really don't want to hurt a woman as lovely as her.'

'I need something to stop her from interfering... I should check my system storage quickly.' With that thought, Yuan began searching through his system inventory to find something effective to stop Selvariel without harming her.

After browsing through his collection of treasures, Yuan finally found the perfect item—something that would let him bind the angel before him.

<Soul Binding Immortal Rope>

<Grade: Ancient Grade>

<Description: A rope that not only binds the body but also the soul. It has the power to restrain even a God Ascension realm cultivator.>

"This is it. This will do nicely," Yuan said with a grin as he pulled the rope from his system storage and held it in his hand.

"It's time to capture a beauty…" Yuan murmured softly, a wide grin stretching across his face before he suddenly vanished from where he was standing.

"W-Where did he go?!"

Both Valthariel and Selvariel were stunned to see Yuan disappear so abruptly. Alarm surged through them immediately.

In the next instant, Yuan appeared behind Selvariel and threw the rope toward her. It shocked both of them—he was so fast they didn't even realize it until he was already too close.

"Selvariel! Watch out! He's behind you!" Valthariel shouted, panic flashing across his face. Yuan had moved faster than his eyes could track.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. Selvariel had no chance to escape. Her fate was sealed—there was no running from this.

The Soul-Binding Immortal Rope shot toward her at terrifying speed and immediately wrapped around her body, locking her in place. She couldn't move. Worse—she couldn't feel her mana anymore.

"What the hell is this rope?! Why can't I use my mana?!" Selvariel exclaimed, her expression filled with shock as helplessness overtook her.

Each time she tried to summon her mana, the rope's binding grew tighter—painfully so, making it unbearable to resist.

"You lowly human! How dare you bind Selvariel?! Release her this instant!" Valthariel roared, charging at Yuan with his sword raised high.

His rage burned visibly across his face as he moved at terrifying speed toward Yuan, clearly intending to kill him and free Selvariel.

"Oh? You think so lowly of me? How amusing. No one has ever looked down on me like that before—you're the first... and you'll be the last." Yuan smirked, surprised but not offended.

He wasn't worried in the slightest about Valthariel's attack. In fact, he welcomed it. He wanted to test the limits of his own body. Could he withstand a full-powered divine attack without injury? He needed to know.

Even as the deadly sword approached, Yuan didn't flinch. His eyes showed no fear, no hesitation—which unsettled Valthariel deeply.

That moment of uncertainty, however, quickly shifted. A wide grin crept across Valthariel's face when he saw Yuan still unmoving.

'This time I've got you, you bastard! Now die, and let us take over the Lionheart Empire!' Valthariel thought as he swung his sword at full force.

Clang! The moment Valthariel's blade struck Yuan's neck, a deafening sound echoed across the battlefield—the sound of metal breaking.

To the utter disbelief of both Valthariel and Selvariel, his sword had shattered into two pieces upon contact with Yuan's neck.

They stood frozen, eyes wide in shock. What they just witnessed defied all reason.

"Is that it? Is this everything you had? And yet, you called me a lowly mortal? How pathetic!" Yuan's voice boomed across the battlefield as he laughed so loudly that the very air trembled.

"You have no idea who you're facing. I've lost count of how many lives these hands have taken."

A cold, deadly silence swept across the battlefield as soon as Yuan uttered those words. Every soldier halted mid-battle and turned to look toward Yuan and Valthariel.

"Even immortal beings have fallen before my sword… and you're just a mere mortal being. You don't have the qualification to look down on me!" Yuan said coldly before he struck.

With one swift, fluid motion, Yuan took Valthariel down. The latter couldn't react at all.

He stood there, frozen in fear, as Yuan's sword cleanly decapitated him. He felt the cold steel slicing through his muscles, blood vessels, and bones with terrifying ease.

'It seems I made a terrible mistake… I underestimated this human. This is it… I'm dying…' Valthariel thought one last time as he closed his eyes. There was no escaping it—this was his end.

"VALTHARIEL!!!" Selvariel screamed as she watched his head fall from his body, Yuan standing behind him, calm and composed.

"N-No… it can't be… Valthariel can't die like this. He was the most powerful battle angel of the High Heaven! He couldn't fall like this!" Selvariel shook her head in denial. The scene before her was too much to bear. She couldn't accept that Valthariel had perished at Yuan's hands.

"He was a proud warrior… but in the end, his arrogance sealed his fate," Yuan muttered as he wiped the blood from his blade and turned his gaze to the battlefield.

The Holy Church's soldiers stared in stunned disbelief. None of them could believe their eyes—Valthariel, the Knight sent by the Goddess herself, had been defeated so easily.

"L-Lord Valthariel was defeated?!"

"T-This is impossible! How could he lose to him? He was the strongest angel from the High Heaven!"

Shocked murmurs swept through the ranks of the Holy Church's army, and in that moment, the entire direction of the battle began to shift.

Inside the massive chariot, the Pope looked utterly distressed. His face was pale, his hands trembling as he tried to process what he had just witnessed.

"W-What the hell is going on?! How could Valthariel lose to that brat?! He was supposed to be invincible! How did he lose?!"

The Pope shouted in frustration inside his chamber. He couldn't wrap his mind around what had just happened. Valthariel's defeat at the hands of Yuan was the most impossible thing he had ever witnessed in his entire life.

"At this rate, we will lose this war entirely! We will become a laughingstock before the public! Our image will be ruined!"

The Pope was furious at Yuan for killing Valthariel and capturing Selvariel as a hostage. His rage boiled within him, and his eyes turned red, burning with seething anger.

"I must exact revenge! This cannot be forgiven! How dare he kill the messenger of the Goddess?! This is divine retribution!" the Pope roared, his face twisted with fury as he grabbed his magic wand, ready for battle.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Selvariel looked at Yuan with uncertainty. She couldn't read what was going on in his mind as he stared at her.

"What are you going to do to me? Kill me—but I won't betray the Goddess!" Selvariel said coldly, her voice distant, her eyes glaring at Yuan with hatred.

"What do you think I'm going to do with you?" Yuan replied, a wide grin spreading across his face. He looked at her with a mysterious, almost terrifying expression.

Seeing that unsettling grin, Selvariel was immediately thrown into panic. Terrifying thoughts flooded her mind, and her body began to tremble. Her wings fluttered in panic, reacting to her growing fear.

"Aside from that cold, aloof attitude of yours, you're actually quite cute and beautiful. You should smile more—it would make you look more alive." Yuan remarked before turning his attention back toward the battlefield, sensing that his wives had completed their task.

Shortly after, Anna, Grace, and the others appeared before him. Their clothes were soaked in the blood of the enemies they had slain. Yet despite the carnage they had just caused, their faces lit up with warm smiles the moment they saw Yuan.

"Are you finished taking care of the enemy?" Yuan asked with a gentle smile, feeling relieved as he looked over his wives, unharmed and radiant despite the battlefield around them.

"We've finished our job. However, it seems you still have a few thousand soldiers left to clean up," Valeria said with a wide grin as she glanced around at the battlefield.