Chapter Sixteen: Angels and Spiritual Armaments

“Angel of Slaughter?”

Su Mo swung the weapon in his hand twice, an obvious curiosity lighting up his face. With a casual slash forward, a blade of sword energy shot from the sword, carving a several-meter-long scar into the asphalt road not far ahead.

Witnessing this, Su Mo was completely exhilarated. With this sword, he was no longer an ordinary person powerless even to truss a chicken. This kind of strength was far more astonishing than firearms or artillery—a power Su Mo had never dreamed he could possess, to one day wield such superhuman might.

Yet as Su Mo reveled in his newfound abilities, Shika tilted her head to the side, murmuring, “So weak?”

“Weak?”

Su Mo choked on her words. The casual blow he had just unleashed was comparable to the power of a regular artillery shell, yet in Shika’s eyes, such force merited only a label of weakness. He was left utterly speechless.

Shika, however, nodded without hesitation. “I don’t know why you can summon an angel like mine, Su Mo, but my Angel of Slaughter is never this weak!”

At her words, Su Mo suddenly recalled the first time he had met Shika: the street reduced to endless ruins, a crater in the center as if gouged out by an explosion, and Shika, with just a casual swing of her sword, had unleashed a blow akin to a nuclear blast. By comparison, the power Su Mo had just displayed was indeed insignificant.

With this realization, Su Mo looked up, his eyes shining as he gazed at Shika. Since he now wielded her angelic weapon, who could be more knowledgeable about this power than Shika herself? He immediately sought her guidance with genuine humility. “Shika, please—teach me how to control the Angel of Slaughter’s power!”

“Please!”

Seeing Su Mo’s sincere plea, Shika, uncharacteristically, blushed and stammered, “You don’t have to be so formal… after all, we already share that kind of relationship. Don’t worry, just leave it to me.”

She patted her chest in reassurance, oblivious to how alluring the gesture was.

At that moment, Su Mo was utterly transfixed. Even though Shika was dressed in the high school uniform from Duli Laizen Academy, the contours of her figure left no doubt of her ample assets.

Having agreed to Su Mo’s request, Shika dutifully asked, “Before we get into that, I’d like to know—how much do you understand about spirits?”

“Understand?”

Su Mo hesitated. He recalled that he and Shika were now bound in life and death, sharing everything—arguably the closest of all relationships. He decided to answer honestly. “I’d say I know more than most people in this world.”

“Is that so?” Shika showed no surprise. Even now, she was an innocent girl, knowing little of the world—she wasn’t even aware whether there were other spirits besides herself—so she began to explain, “Though I am a spirit, I was in a state of slumber before coming to this world. As far as I know, I possess two kinds of abilities—one called the Divine Spirit Raiment, and the other, Angels.”

Simply put, the Raiment was the purple princess dress she wore—a garment of immense defensive power. Even if all the members of Origami Tobiichi’s AST squad attacked her at once, Shika could stand motionless and their combined assault would likely not breach her defense.

Moreover, the Raiment granted spirits incredible abilities: enhanced agility, flight, and more. It was thanks to the Divine Spirit Raiment that spirits were so terrifying and so difficult for humans to destroy.

As for Angels—they were the weapons wielded by spirits.

Shika’s Angel of Slaughter was one such weapon, also called the Tenth Angel, the spirit’s most powerful armament capable of unleashing unimaginable destruction.

“In short, the Angel of Slaughter is not just a sword. It is an angel manifested by the wish of someone possessing spiritual power. Put simply, my ability is materialization—I can make fantasy into reality.

Right now, this sword was summoned by your wish, Su Mo. Therefore, it can only fulfill your desires.”

Shika stepped forward and placed her small hand over Su Mo’s gripping the sword, their hands overlapping. “Even I cannot wield this sword. Its shape differs from my own Angel of Slaughter—it’s a form truly conjured from your imagination. In other words, this is your ideal sword.”

No wonder when Su Mo gained Shika’s power, the angel he summoned was so different from her Angel of Slaughter.

So this was the reason.

Su Mo nodded in understanding. “So how can I unlock this sword’s true power?”

“Keep your mind calm, then focus on what you want to do at this very moment. Everything else is just noise—let it all go. There’s only one thing: in your mind, picture what you want this sword to do, sketch that image with your thoughts, and then swing the sword with all your might.”

Shika slowly raised her hand, pointing a finger at the sky, and shouted, “As long as you do this, the angel will surely respond to your imagination!”

Though her explanation sounded mystical, for some reason Su Mo understood perfectly.

As long as he wished for the sword to do something, it would come to pass—this was the power of imagination, turning the impossible into reality, making fantasy into substance!

For example, if Su Mo wanted the sword to cleave a stone, it would, without fail. If he wished to split an entire mountain, that wish, too, would be realized.

Thus, the power this sword could unleash depended entirely on the strength of Su Mo’s imagination.

Comprehending this, Su Mo once again raised the sword above his head, envisioning himself cleaving the long-abandoned hill to his right in two, and brought the blade down with all his might.

A colossal arc of sword light, vast enough to pierce the heavens, burst forth with terrifying power.

With a deafening explosion, the small hill was instantly split in two, sending a shockwave echoing for miles.

Staring at the spectacle, Su Mo could hardly believe the power he now wielded—yet this was not even his limit. According to Shika, the Angel of Slaughter’s most formidable attack was the final strike after merging with the throne—an attack capable of splitting a city in half.

But just as he stood, awestruck at having cleaved a hill in two, Su Mo’s earpiece crackled to life with an angry shout from Kotori:

“You idiot brother—what on earth are you doing?!”