Evil Lord - One-shots angels

Following Kelart’s order, the priests sent their angels forward. Jaldabaoth didn’t even counter when the angels attacked with their weapons—he simply took the hits in silence. Being surrounded and assaulted didn’t seem to bother him one bit. It was like a paladin in full plate armor being pummeled by a child.

“This is my true nature.” Jaldabaoth spoke in a deep, weighty voice that seemed to come from the pit of his stomach. Then he took a step forward with a massive leg, forcing the angels back.

Ignoring the angels’ attacks entirely, he clenched a fist enclosed in flames. Fire blazing, it was red-hot like a volcanic bomb.

“You daft, flying insects—be gone!”

With a bang, the angels that should have been shielding Remedios vanished.

Even her sharp vision only registered a momentary afterimage of Jaldabaoth swinging his fist at great speed. The resulting blow had demolished the wall of angels that had been protecting her.

This was the real Jaldabaoth.

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Volume 12, Chapter 1.4