Healing System-Chapter 293: Easily Killing The Demons

It was a shit situation.

Michael knew it when he got the rough rundown from Lila.

But damn.

"Do you really think you can win this fight? Seriously?" Michael couldn't help but ask.

The amount of demons that were on the enemy side was simply too much for these aliens to handle.

And of course, the amount of Evangelists was overwhelming too; therefore, he was really concerned about the game plan here.

"I don't want shit like that spewing from your mouth, understood?" the alien replied sternly. "As the commander of the Aldrossa army, I would like some respect."

"Respect or not, old man, this situation is fucked," Michael shrugged.

He never liked blowing smoke up people's ass, so telling it to them straight always worked.

But just like the rest, this alien was ignoring his advice too.

"You want us to evacuate the city and abandon our homeland? You must be a rookie over at the academy, aren't you?" the alien asked.

"I am, and I'm sure the others share a similar opinion as mine," Michael turned toward the girls beside him. "Isn't that right?"

"Nope," Rose shook her head. "I didn't hear what you said since I was busy eating ice cream, but it's probably something stupid, right?"

"..." Michael rolled his eyes.

Every couple of hours, he had bought them ice cream with the fake ores he made, and the last pitstop just so happened to be beside the wall.

Though Celeste, Celina, and Maya seemed to be eagerly listening.

He glanced at them with hope, and his brows immediately twitched.

Or not...

They were talking amongst themselves, while Maya seemed like she had literally fallen asleep standing up.

Michael cleared his throat as he turned back to the presumed commander.

"Listen... I can go kill the demons and stuff, but do keep in mind their numbers are 1000:1; you would literally need a miracle to survive their attacks."

"So what?" The commander scoffed. "A captain goes down with his ship—isn't that right, soldiers?"

"Aye!"

Bruh. Michael facepalmed at the skinny soldiers nearby.

None of them even knew what they were likely signing themselves up for.

But since his mission was just this, he would see through it to the end.

"Celeste," he called out, getting her attention. "I'm going to kill some demons; can you go protect the main fort with the other girls?"

"You're going in alone?" Celeste asked with a tilt of her head. "I know you're strong, but you're not that strong."

Michael felt like everyone was against him today.

"I'm strong enough, Celeste; just go, trust me. I'll be back in less than an hour with thousands of demons' heads by my side," Michael stated confidently, before flashing a glance at the commander. "Where are they gathered?"

"Northern outpost—they have overtaken a city and are requesting our cooperation in handing over the capital, in exchange for our lives, of course," the commander explained. "But it's nothing but flowery bullshit which we won't fall for."

"Naturally." Michael nodded. "Just give me the map; I don't know where this northern outpost of yours is."

"Just go straight," the commander said. "I'm sure you'll be able to see it."

"Mhm..." Michael nodded suspiciously, and turned toward the girls for one final time. "See you later."

With that, he blasted off in the sky, his white wings gliding perfectly.

They were definitely not as good as his old ones; neither could he exude the same power, but it was something at least.

Nonetheless, only now did he realize how massive this world was.

The capital took half a day to traverse, and from the center to where they had gone was the shortest distance in the entire city.

And now, from high above, he was able to see it in full glory.

The dystopian cities really are something else, he thought with wonder as he finally arrived before a forest.

He couldn't feel any demons nearby, so he simply made his way forward.

It was a bit of a sketchy path, as he saw several crevices and mountains, but finally, he arrived.

And now, he understood what the commander meant when he said Michael would know what it was.

After all, the size of the outpost seemed similar to the capital.

Yet the number of people enslaved on the ground said otherwise.

Demons were scattered all around, but none posed a threat at a glance.

Or so he thought, but not even a few moments later, Michael caught a glimpse of a horned demon, meaning it had some sort of a rank in hell.

Since he didn't care much about the hostages, Michael made his way down, the demons panicking upon seeing him.

They approached the hostages, holding knives at their necks.

But Michael didn't even take a second look at them as he arrived in front of the strong demon, who seemed just as amused as Michael was.

"You've come a long way—but why are you here?" the demon asked. "You're an angel, and from what I can see, a newbie. I don't think you have any right to be this far deep in enemy territory."

"I do have a right, sadly," Michael shrugged. "But I'm afraid I'll have to kill you."

"Kill me? Pfft..." The demon held back a laugh. "You think you can kill me? Even after the entire world has tried, no one has succeeded—"

Michael cut the demon's words short as he merely swung his hand down.

And just like his usual signature skill usage, thousands, if not millions, of golden swords burst forth from the sky, each going for the head of a demon.

They tried to dodge, but it was to no avail, as each golden sword reached their cores, shattering them on impact.

The same couldn't be said for the demon in front of him, however, as he seemed much more resilient.

In fact, the golden swords barely managed to pierce its skin.

"Is that all you've got?" The demon scoffed, trying to intimidate Michael.

But he was no longer amused.

Instead, Michael proceeded to summon a single sword of light and adjusted its length to be as small as a needle.

And then, in the very next moment, he shot it out at a speed which no one could react to—not even the demons around him.

The strong demon attempted to dodge backward, but as it did, another miniature needle shot out from Michael's thumb and swiftly embedded itself in the demon's body.

Before the demon could protest, however, Michael brought his finger upward.

Then, with a loud crack, the demon fell apart, its body dissolving like the rest.

Its core had been destroyed, and it didn't even have any way to fight back.

After all, that was how overwhelming Michael was to the demons.

He was basically their pure counter.

However, panic seemed to ensue among the demons.

—General Artios is dead!

—Fuck! Report it to the higher-ups!

"I don't think so," Michael clapped his hands and, by accident, sent out a wave of mana which detonated like a bomb around him.

The civilians weren't hurt, but each demon's head had come clean off.

Of course, that was not where their cores were located; therefore, Michael used a different method.

"Detonate."

A speech core usage, without the speech core itself.

He was able to simulate it by adding a mass of mana in his throat and then expanding it with the words.

Unsurprisingly, it worked like a charm, as in the next moment, the demons buckled to the ground, their expressions pained as their bodies began dispersing into the air.

As for the hostages, they were shocked, almost in awe.

However, Michael knew it wasn't over, as despite him killing their leader, there was always someone much higher.

And of course, he was right.

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"Bravo," a clap resounded behind Michael.

And as he turned around, he was met with a demon with two white horns.

It wasn't anything he had seen before; therefore, Michael was a bit concerned.

But upon checking his strength, Michael went back to his calm self.

He had learned how to distinguish when someone was lying about their strength and when someone was not.

In this case, the demon was a mere tier 7.

And of course, something Michael could deal with easily.

"You're a shitstain, yet you managed to massacre my people—how?" the demon asked in wonder, its enchanting voice causing Michael's mind to wander.

However, that didn't last long, as with a mere expulsion of mana, Michael was able to negate that mind-numbing effect before glancing straight at the demon's eyes.

"You're not very kind to someone who has massacred your people. Here I thought I'd be getting a grand welcome. You know, this is our city after all," Michael said, taunting.

"It was your city, but not anymore, dear birdie," the demon replied before suddenly appearing in front of Michael.

Its speed was surprising, but despite that, he didn't feel any malice.

He soon found out why.

"What do you say to a little deal?"