Genius Noble With System-Chapter 470: Apollo Appears

Lucifer instantly recognised the fallen, as they can be considered the enemy of the angels’ clan and have a very deep connection.

Among all recorded enemies of the Angelic Clan, none were hated more deeply than the Fallen. They were not simple foes.

It was fully known, but it is said they were angels who had deviated. Angels who in ancient times had abandoned sacred light—or perhaps been abandoned by it.

To the Sacred Light Empire, the Fallen were the ultimate taboo. Their existence was treated as heresy. Imperial scriptures described them as traitors who twisted holy authority into corruption.

But Lucifer knows there was more to it, as it wasn’t just that they simply deviated; there must be a deep secret behind it.

Six black wings spread across the dim sky, vast and imposing. Seeing this, his face turned pale, as much as angels despise them, the fallen also equally hate them.

Whenever they meet, a bloody battle will always take place. However, the problem is that the fallen right front of them seems to surpass the eternal god realm; if they didn’t run, they would definitely die.

Fallen looked down and glanced at the dimly glowing feather in Crown Prince Lucifer’s hand, and his expression changed.

"Feather of a True Angel..."

Its voice softened, almost thoughtful, yet an unsettling sharpness lingered beneath it. Its gaze lifted slowly and locked onto Lucifer.

A faint smile followed. "You carry a high concentration of true angelic blood."

The air grew heavier.

Colder.

More suffocating.

The Fallen tilted its head slightly, as if observing prey that had suddenly become interesting.

"In that case... you will stay here."

The words were calm. Casual. Like a verdict already decided. Then, almost as if remembering something amusing, the Fallen chuckled softly.

"I did not expect that the moment I awakened... I would already witness true descendants of the angels."

Its eyes gleamed darker.

"And even kill them."

The hate was bone-chilling, and it didn’t seem to waste time, and its flaps downwards gently, but the world seemed to tremble.

Black winds that seemed to belong to another dimension tearing through the heavens descended upon the warriors of the eastern continent.

"What—?!"

The cry barely left their lips.

They were already suppressed by the Fallen’s transcendent aura—an invisible pressure that bent their knees and crushed their chests. Their divine power felt locked, their domains unstable.

And now this.

The astral winds struck.

Not like ordinary wind. Like blades. Like a storm made of shattered space itself.

"Ahhh—!"

Several Eternal God experts were swept away instantly, their protective light shredded as if it were paper. Blood scattered into the sky before being swallowed by the black currents. Some were flung thousands of metres away, crashing into the ruins below. Others vanished directly into spatial fractures ripped open by the storm.

Almost half of them almost got destroyed in this single moment.

"Damn." Lucifer cursed as some of the warriors of the Sacred Light Empire also lost in this attack, and they couldn’t do much.

Above them, the Fallen slowly lowered its gaze.

Six black wings spread against the torn sky, like a dark sun eclipsing hope itself. Its expression remained calm, almost bored—yet the cruelty hidden beneath was unmistakable.

"You insects of the angel bloodline..."

Its voice was quiet, but it spread across the heavens like a curse.

"I will not grant you a swift death."

The corners of its lips lifted faintly.

Cold.

"I will break you slowly... peel away that sacred blood you are so proud of... and drain it drop by drop."

A faint ripple of black energy spread from its body, as if responding to its malice.

"Prince, I will hold him back; you have to run." The elder at the peak of the eternal god realm quickly said, as he knew if he didn’t sacrifice his life, nobody would be able to leave.

This time Lucifer didn’t say or try to stop, as he also knew the situation was too grave and this might be the only way out.

As he said that, he and the other soldiers of the Sacred Light Empire quickly took positions in formation, ready to burn their lives to create an opening for the princes.

High above, the Fallen watched everything with indifference.

Then it let out a soft snort.

"Hmph... ants," its black wings shifted slightly, distorting the air itself.

"Meaningless."

To him, their resolve was nothing more than a slow, tedious delay. A pointless struggle before inevitable end.

The elder closed his eyes. Divine light surged within his body. But as he was about burn his life—

The battlefield changed.

Without warning.

Without omen.

A calm voice drifted through the storm of death.

Light.

Casual.

Almost amused.

"Oh?"

A faint chuckle followed. "Now this is interesting... I didn’t expect to find some familiar faces here."

The moment the voice sounded, the raging winds seemed to halt. Even the collapsing sky felt as if it had paused for a moment.

Then— 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

A figure appeared above the battlefield. Standing in the sky as if the world itself were beneath their feet.

"Apollo!"

Prince Michael and Crown Prince Lucifer, both of them burst into shock seeing the figure standing above was none other than Apollo, whom they brought here.

But what truly stunned them was not his arrival—it was the aura surrounding him.

It was different.

Completely different.

No longer that faint, hard-to-read presence from before. Now it felt vast. Unfathomable, like a silent ocean hiding endless depths.

A mysterious pressure spread outward from him, invisible yet undeniable, and it was actually suppressing the Fallen.

The same transcendent being who had crushed the battlefield with absolute dominance moments ago.

Yet now, the oppressive darkness that had suffocated the heavens seemed to waver.

They cannot believe what they just saw because they thought they understood his strength and knew his true identity and age. But what just happened was beyond their understanding, as how can this young guy reach a transcendent level?

"Tch, you seemed to be in trouble, Prince Lucifer. " Apollo seems to not care about the shocked expression of the two princes.

He had been trying to find someone and had just happened to sense a powerful aura, so he came over—never expecting to find them in trouble.