This scene was clearly beyond the understanding of the assembled Beyonders.
None of them could comprehend why, at such a critical moment, the Golden Legion, which should have remained dormant beneath the ruins, had suddenly erupted from its slumber and begun attacking the terrifying House Demons.
In truth, even Count Hearn himself could not understand why the Golden Legion had appeared once again.
Though the Green Angel's reaction had allowed him to guess what had happened, he still had no idea how or why it had occurred.
If he absolutely had to connect it to someone, however, only one name came to mind.
Mozo.
After all, the previous incident involving the Golden Legion had also been connected to him.
To the Green Angels, however, the appearance of the Golden Legion meant only one thing:
The Sun King had finally become serious.
Within what little sanity remained in their fractured minds, there was only a single thought left.
Kill that damned king.
Everything else was exactly as Mozo had predicted.
Nothing remained except fury at the belief that they had been chosen as sacrifices.
The eight Green Angels hovering above the Count and the original Green Angel atop the twisted fortress all turned toward the location where the Golden Legion had emerged.
Their united roar shook the heavens.
"You deserve death!"
The eight Green Angels charged first.
Their single remaining wings spread wide as they unleashed the full divine might and divinity of a Sequence Two upon the world.
Wherever they passed, even lifeless stone, things that possessed no concept of life whatsoever, trembled violently before transforming into grotesque and twisted monsters.
The source of the Life Pathway was the miracle performed when the Primordial Creator shaped all things.
As such, the closer Life Pathway Beyonders came to Sequence Zero, the more they embodied the miracle of turning death into life.
Even the pathway's godhood ritual required one to imitate that ancient miracle by personally creating an entirely new race that would be accepted by the world and fully integrated into reality.
But none of that held meaning for the mad Green Angel.
His miracles existed only to serve destruction and madness.
As the enraged Green Angels drew nearer, the already bizarre House Demons became even more monstrous and powerful.
Their brick-and-stone bodies evolved in unpredictable directions.
Shells.
Tumors.
Flower buds.
Countless strange growths erupted from their forms.
And beyond the House Demons, even more bizarre creatures rose from every corner of the battlefield and charged toward the Golden Legion.
At first, the Golden Legion could only respond with brute force and razor-sharp blades.
But before long, as crimson steam erupted from their bodies, they rapidly evolved countermeasures.
The pure golden bodies forged from Elven Mithril Gold slowly darkened into silent black.
On the surface, it seemed like nothing more than a change in color.
Yet when their blades struck the monsters, a dramatic transformation occurred.
Creatures that had previously regenerated endlessly under the Green Angel's divinity now emitted piercing screams before collapsing into lifeless corpses.
The destination of life was death.
This was the richest and most merciful gift the Primordial Creator had conceived after countless epochs.
The greatest blessing bestowed upon all living things.
Yes.
Proper death was itself a blessing.
And that was precisely what the Golden Legion was doing.
For brief moments, they replicated the miracle known as Fated Death.
They delivered the destined end to all twisted living things.
The monstrous tide that had rendered the entire Bureau of Investigation helpless appeared laughably fragile before the Golden Legion.
But these creatures had never been the true threat.
Even the Green Angel himself did not care about them.
They existed only because he existed.
After rapidly and efficiently exterminating vast numbers of monsters, more than a thousand Golden Warriors gathered together.
Their runic greatswords spun in synchronized motion as they fixed their gaze upon the approaching Green Angels.
White Dove, the leading Green Angel, stretched out a hand toward them and released an incoherent howl.
Then, like a savage barbarian, he hurled himself directly into the Golden Legion's formation.
Relying on the overwhelming physique of an Angel, he smashed apart every Golden Warrior that approached.
Tactics.
Strategy.
Such luxuries meant little to a mad Angel.
As White Dove descended into battle, the other Green Angels followed.
Crushing Golden Warriors beneath their power, they laughed wildly.
"Come on! Come on!"
"You worthless insects!"
"You can't kill the great Green Angel!"
But before long, the one-sided slaughter began to slow.
Metal bodies that had once shattered with a single strike could now only be knocked away.
And those same warriors could rapidly reconstruct themselves even after being destroyed.
Being blasted apart was no longer enough.
The eight Green Angels gradually went from rampaging unopposed to struggling to advance even a few steps.
Such was the nature of the Undying Dragon's characteristics.
The more powerful the attack, the faster the target evolved.
The reason Count Hearn had been able to hold out for so long was because he had increased the intensity of his attacks gradually, pushing further only after each previous level stopped working.
The mentally broken Green Angel, however, had opened with lethal force from the very beginning.
As a result, his opponents rapidly climbed to an equal footing.
Soon, eight mountains of shattered metal parts rose across the battlefield.
From within those heaps, Golden Warriors continuously reconstructed their upper bodies, climbed upward, and were smashed apart again.
More parts joined the pile.
Again and again.
Then, only a few steps away from the summit, one warrior completed its reconstruction.
Its enormous runic greatsword erupted forward with terrifying force and heat toward Green Angel Graveyard, who at that very moment had his hand thrust through another warrior's chest.
The Angel reacted.
But as he attempted to evade, the Golden Warrior whose chest he had pierced suddenly seized him and refused to let go.
His movement slowed for a fraction of a second.
It was enough.
The greatsword plunged through his left chest.
Under normal circumstances, such a wound would not even qualify as an injury for an Angel.
Yet this time, after Green Angel Graveyard hurled his opponent away and shattered two more Golden Warriors with a single strike, he noticed something impossible.
The wound had not healed.
Not only that, foul-smelling black fluid continuously dripped from the injury.
The result of two opposing concepts battling within his flesh.
"Fated Death?!"
"Fated Death!"
The Green Angels instantly recognized what had wounded them.
A furious roar erupted from all eight mouths simultaneously.
For the first time since the battle began...
They had been injured.
And because all of them shared everything, the pain restored a fragment of their sanity.
After a brief pause, all eight Green Angels simultaneously thrust both hands into the metallic mountains beneath their feet.
At once, every Golden Warrior on the battlefield froze in place.
The intact warriors still managed small movements of resistance.
But shattered fragments scattered across the battlefield showed no sign of reassembling.
The Golden Legion shared a single Sequence Two characteristic.
The Green Angels had exploited that fact.
Using their Assimilation ability, they directly seized control of the entire battlefield.
They were not trying to assimilate the Golden Legion.
While such a thing might theoretically be possible, it would require enormous effort, tremendous time, and carried a very real risk of being killed in the process.
What they wanted was far simpler.
They only intended to temporarily restrain this immortal army.