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Light and shadow overlapped, giving rise to countless phantoms.

An endless stream of illusions, both real and unreal, beyond human comprehension, continuously emerged around the shadowy cocoon.

It was as if they were injecting power into the pitch-black cocoon.

The dark cocoon's shadow became more solid with each passing moment!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At that instant, the eerie worms infesting every street, house, car, trash bin, and even scattered bones throughout Harlem were all simultaneously crushed by a mysterious force. Each one burst apart, transforming into crimson orbs of mystic energy.

The countless blood-colored light points converged into torrents, rushing toward the spectral figure suspended in the sky.

At the same time—

A mysterious, blood-red ritual circle suddenly appeared within the shadow in the sky!

As light flickered—

The black cocoon, previously hanging from the sewer ceiling, emerged with a crimson glow, now fully visible above Harlem.

It materialized at the center of the mysterious cocoon's shadow!

The very moment the dark cocoon descended, a nearly twisted aura of corruption spread throughout Harlem, stretching even further beyond.

Simultaneously, strange and overwhelming information forcefully poured into the minds of anyone who looked up at the scene.

Within this torrent of knowledge filled with corruption and madness, eerie murmurs, reminiscent of insect chittering, echoed continuously.

The whispers relentlessly eroded the sanity and thoughts of those who heard them, disrupting every neuron in their brains.

A horrific mental contamination erupted instantly.

Countless people who laid eyes upon the shadow suffered intense psychological shock, falling into madness amidst the distortion and corruption.

Those watching through television or live broadcasts fared slightly better.

They only experienced severe mental distress, nausea, dizziness, and an overwhelming sense of discomfort.

However—

The residents of Harlem, those closest to the shadow, suffered an unprecedented level of psychic corruption.

Some pounded their heads violently, desperately trying to expel the terrifying whispers from their minds…

Some lost their will entirely, their faces drooling blankly, reduced to mindless husks…

Others, completely overtaken by the presence in the sky, collapsed to their knees, worshiping the entity with blind devotion, becoming its followers…

Under the guidance of the unknown ritual circle, the dark cocoon and its shadow in the sky continued to condense, seemingly on the verge of merging completely.

"Sorry, but I have no intention of letting an entity fully integrate the battlefield's flesh, despair, and death to ascend into something even more terrifying!"

"So, this ends here!"

Standing atop a rooftop, Eren looked up at the black cocoon absorbing flesh, despair, and fear, evolving into something beyond human comprehension.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a staff from his right arm—

The Angel's Staff!

The moment the sacred staff appeared, Eren channeled his spirituality into it without hesitation.

As waves of immense spiritual energy surged into the staff—

A terrifying power, dormant within the Angel's Staff, began to awaken.

A ripple of milky-white radiance emanated from the staff in Eren's hand, spreading outward in layers.

"Summon!"

With a single command from Eren—

A brilliant pillar of pure white light descended from the heavens, enveloping him completely. Feathers of pristine white drifted down from the sky, filling the air.

A celestial hymn echoed across Harlem, as though the heavens themselves were singing praises.

Even those watching from afar could feel the divine presence radiating from the white pillar.

At the same time, white feathers drifted across the battlefield.

The moment a feather touched someone suffering from the psychic corruption, a warm sensation washed over them, instantly purifying the affliction. For a brief moment, they were freed from the madness that had overtaken them.

If mere scattered feathers possessed such power—

Then Eren, standing within the light pillar, was experiencing something far greater.

Under the pillar of radiance, the divine light mended the very essence of his cells, healing the damage left by years of malnutrition. His cells brimmed with renewed energy.

In mere moments, a soothing warmth spread through Eren's body.

An overwhelming sense of comfort and satisfaction surged from the very core of his being.

"This feels… incredible!"

"But… does an angel really need such an extravagant entrance?"

Watching the scene unfold, Eren couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

This level of spectacle would make any stealthy angel summoning nearly impossible in the future. The sheer grandiosity of the entrance crushed all hopes of summoning an angel in secret.

"I wonder if this entrance effect can be changed… otherwise, this is going to be a real problem."

As he mused over his predicament—

A golden strand of hair emerged from the radiant pillar.

From within the light, an incomparably beautiful face appeared.

Her flawless features exuded a sacred radiance.

Beneath her fair and slender neck, she wore a silver-white form-fitting battle armor adorned with intricate, mysterious engravings. Her chest plate struggled against the fullness beneath, seemingly on the verge of bursting.

And behind her—

Six enormous white wings fluttered gracefully, exuding an aura of nobility and divinity, an existence beyond mortal reach.

A ripple of energy passed through the air—

The six-winged angel slowly opened her eyes.

A pair of emerald-blue pupils met Eren's gaze.

Yet, despite her perfect features, those eyes were empty, devoid of a soul.

Oh.

Right.

She had been refined into the Angel's Staff—her soul was long gone.

What remained was her immense power and instinctual combat prowess.

Under Eren's gaze, the six-winged angel spread her wings once before descending, landing softly beside him.

The next moment, she folded her wings behind her back, gracefully lowering herself onto one knee before Eren, awaiting his command.

As the angel's wings folded—

The celestial phenomenon caused by Eren's summoning faded.

However—

The sight of a six-winged angel kneeling before Eren fell into the eyes of all witnesses.

Throughout Harlem—

Countless onlookers were left utterly shaken.

Disbelief filled their voices as they cried out:

"An angel! Angels actually exist!"

"Oh my God! I just saw a real angel…!"

Amid the crowd, some devout Catholics and Christians dropped to their knees, making the sign of the cross over their chests as they bowed toward Eren, murmuring in awe:

"Oh Lord! Have You heard our prayers? Have You sent Your messenger to the mortal world to save us…?"

The divine pillar of light descending from the sky, the feathers capable of healing the wounded, and the sacred hymns echoing across the heavens had left no doubt in countless minds about the angel's identity.

At the same time—

The kneeling six-winged angel raised even more speculation among the onlookers.

A Catholic priest, overcome with emotion, whispered, "Heavens… A Seraph?! The highest-ranking angel… Who in this world could be worthy of a Seraph kneeling before them? Could it be…?"

For a moment, countless thoughts raced through his mind.

Not only on the battlefield—

But also among those witnessing the event through live broadcasts, the internet was in an uproar. Prayers, disbelief, and rampant speculation about the figure standing before the angel flooded every social media platform.

Fortunately, due to the distance and the divine radiance surrounding Eren, none could clearly make out his face.

On the battlefield.

Eren had no time to concern himself with the reactions of ordinary people.

Pointing at the black cocoon floating in midair—now absorbing blood-colored energy at an accelerated pace—he issued a command to the angel behind him:

"Kill it!"

The six-winged angel did not respond with words.

Instead, the moment Eren willed it—

The angel, once kneeling, abruptly spread her massive wings.

With a single flap of her three pairs of immaculate wings, she vanished from Eren's side.

In the blink of an eye—

She reappeared high above the battlefield, shifting once more with near-instantaneous speed to arrive beside the grotesque, shadowy cocoon.

Reaching out, she grasped into the void—

A brilliant, golden holy sword materialized in her hands. Without hesitation, she swung it down upon the monstrous cocoon.

Zheng!

A blinding arc of golden light, spanning over a hundred meters, erupted from the blade, cleaving through the dark phantom of the cocoon.

The attack struck the true cocoon at its core, where it was wrapped in countless blood-colored energy points and blackened despair.

"Dang!"

The radiant blade clashed against the dark shell, releasing an ear-splitting metallic clang that echoed across the sky.

"Crack… crack…!"

Although the six-winged angel's strike did not shatter the cocoon outright—

Thin, intricate cracks did form across its surface.

However—

The attack did not inflict direct harm upon the entity gestating within.

But—

It did send the cocoon flying backward!

More importantly, the sheer force of the strike fractured a segment of the ritual circle beneath the cocoon.

The moment the circle shattered—

The blood-colored energy feeding into the cocoon dissipated, along with the battlefield's overwhelming death, resentment, and despair.

Even the massive shadow looming over Harlem faded into nothingness.

The indescribable, eldritch presence that had polluted the air—

Vanished.

From the very start—

The six-winged angel's true target was never the monstrous cocoon itself.

It was the ritual array fueling its transformation.

By destroying the circle, she severed the cocoon's source of power.

Without it, the entity inside could no longer evolve.

Even if it forced its metamorphosis at great cost, the result would be imperfect—crippled, flawed.

No—

The six-winged angel, possessing the full combat instincts of her former self, would never allow the entity to evolve in the first place.

Instantly.

The angel vanished from her position once more, reappearing directly above the black cocoon.

With both hands gripping her golden holy sword, she prepared to strike down upon the cracks she had previously created.

But this time—

The cocoon did not remain still.

From within its dark mass, countless black threads shot forth—

Like an endless web of steel wires, they surged toward the angel, attempting to ensnare her sacred form.

Countless onlookers gasped in horror at the sight.

But—

Before the black threads could fully engulf her—

A brilliant white blaze erupted from within!

The angel's divine radiance surged outward, incinerating the black filaments upon contact, reducing them to nothing but ash.

Yet—

By the time the angel had freed herself from the ensnaring web—

The black cocoon had disappeared.

"Rear right, 60-degree angle!"

At that moment—

Eren, now more attuned to controlling his summoned angel, relayed a command through the Angel's Staff.

The instant she received the directive—

The six-winged angel reacted without hesitation.

With a sharp pivot, she swung her golden holy sword in a 220-degree arc, slicing upward at her target.

At that very moment—

In the exact position Eren had pointed out—

Two black, spider-like limbs, wreathed in despair and the wailing of countless tormented souls, lunged at the angel's back.

"Ding!"

A deafening clash rang out as—

The golden holy sword met the dark appendages in midair.

The sheer impact of the collision generated an immense shockwave, sending violent gusts roaring across the battlefield.

The maelstrom of force blasted outward in all directions.

(End of Chapter)

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