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Chapter 1407: Betrayal hits different.
Chapter 1407: Betrayal hits different. Michael saw this. Still shocked from what was happening. However, seeing Gabriel about to do the abominable, he screamed.
"NO..."
Gabriel brought the sword down.
But it did not strike Raphael’s neck.
At the last moment the blade angled sharply and plunged straight into the archangel’s chest, piercing the exact center where his core—his heart—burned like a captured star.
Raphael’s eyes flew wide.
A heartbeat of silence.
Then the explosion came.
A blinding wave of divine energy erupted from the point of contact, ripping outward in a perfect sphere. It tore through the arena, shattered the remaining barriers, and kept expanding—racing across the void, past the blue sun, past distant planets, past entire star systems. Every realm felt it. Every watching soul across the universe saw the sky flash gold for one terrible second.
A Midnight Star had died.
Such a thing should not happen.
Such a being was greater than many gods.
Untouchable.
And yet, he was killed like slaughtering a chicken.
This was unprecedented.
Raphael’s body convulsed once, golden cracks spider-webbing across his skin. His wings burned away into ash. A final, broken scream left his throat before his form went limp.
Gabriel twisted the sword once, then yanked it free with a wet scrape. He dropped to one knee beside the corpse, reached into the gaping wound, and pulled out the core.
It was a sun.
A perfect, blazing miniature sun—white-hot at its center, ringed with shifting layers of gold and crimson flame. Even in death it pulsed with terrifying power, casting harsh light across Gabriel’s face.
Gabriel stared at it for a long second.
Then he smiled.
The smile widened into a grin.
And then he threw his head back and laughed—wild, devilish, unrestrained laughter that echoed across the shattered arena and out into the void.
The sound rolled like thunder, full of triumph and madness.
The stands fell into stunned silence.
Every Earthling watching — whether in the arena or back home on their screens — froze. Billions of people across the planet stared in disbelief as the golden light from Raphael’s death still lingered in the sky. Mouths hung open. No one cheered. No one moved.
Even Father Black looked surprised.
He had known Gabriel had ulterior motives.
That was exactly why he had agreed to the plan in the first place.
Yes.
Gabriel had met within the last hundred years, planning something behind the back of his brothers.
At first Father black did not want to be a part of it, but Lenny had sent word.
Yes. The king permitted it.
Father Black did not know why, but he did not question it.
After all, Lenny’s words were law.
Father black knew something crazy was going to happen—
But he never expected the Herald to actually go through with it.
Raphael was his brother.
His own blood.
And Gabriel had just killed him without hesitation.
There was no doubt that Angels must have a different meaning to the word ’brother.’
Far away on the dead sun, Lucifer threw his head back and laughed.
The sound was loud, wild, and filled with pure delight. He slapped the arm of his throne, wings trembling with amusement.
"This is beautiful!" he roared between laughs. "I never thought Gabriel would actually go through with it! I gave him the conditions — kill Raphael or steal Michael’s sword — never believing he would do both! This... this is impressive!"
He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still chuckling, then leaned forward and waved one hand lazily toward the arena.
"Gabriel," he called, voice carrying across the void with effortless power, "bring me both Raphael’s core and Michael’s sword. Do that, and I will let you join my ranks."
His golden eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction as he waited for the fallen Gabriel’s answer.
Gabriel chuckled softly, the sound low and mocking as he turned his gaze toward the distant dead sun where Lucifer sat.
"You think I’m a fool, Lucifer?" he said, voice carrying clearly across the void. "Now that I hold Michael’s sword and Raphael’s core... it can only mean one thing."
He lifted the stolen blade slightly, the miniature sun-core still glowing in his other hand.
"I am going to be the leader of Heaven. Wasn’t that what you always wanted? To see someone else sit on that throne? Well now, it shall be me."
Gabriel turned slowly toward the rest of the angel host. His wings spread wide, the pale gold of his horn still humming with power.
"All of you," he commanded, voice calm but absolute, "bow."
Not a single angel moved.
Hundreds of golden eyes stared back at him — filled with shock, disgust, and open hatred. Wings remained folded. Heads stayed high. The silence was deafening.
Michael’s face twisted in pure rage.
"HOW DARE YOU!" he roared.
The archangel surged forward, summoning a massive sword of pure divine light into his hands. He swung it with all his remaining strength, a horizontal slash that could have split mountains.
Gabriel didn’t even flinch.
He casually raised Michael’s stolen sword and blocked the strike. The two blades met with a deafening clang. Sparks of holy fire exploded outward, but Gabriel didn’t budge an inch.
He smiled — a cold, satisfied smile.
"Bow."
The word left his lips like a decree.
Michael’s eyes widened. His body suddenly locked up, knees buckling as if an invisible mountain had crashed down on his shoulders. He dropped to the ground hard, the divine light sword shattering in his grip. Golden blood leaked from his mouth as he struggled against the overwhelming pressure.
Right now, Gabriel was wielding the combined might of his own Midnight Star power, Raphael’s stolen core, and Michael’s holy sword. For this brief moment, he was far stronger than Michael had ever been.
The entire arena — angels, humans, and even Lucifer — watched in stunned silence as the second most powerful archangel in Heaven knelt unwillingly before his brother’s betrayer.
Alexander shook his head. "It would seem that Heaven indeed has a new ruler..."