Reborn as the God-Emperor in Marvel

"You're a wizard?!" The man behind Solomon cried out again.

"I told you, be quiet!"

Although the living beings from "Inferno" and the real world cannot touch each other, inanimate objects can still interact. No one knew if those angels might throw something and take this guy's life.

Thus, despite being annoyed by this noisy man, Solomon still shielded him. It was his duty to keep ordinary people away from events they shouldn't be involved in, as that had always been the principle of Kamar-Taj.

There was no need for Solomon to worry about the battle. Wearing a tight-fitting white nun's outfit didn't hinder Bayonetta's movements at all. She executed a perfect Texas suplex, slamming the spear-wielding Affinity angel onto the altar.

However, the Affinity angels floating in the air with trumpets posed a slight challenge for the witch. She kept dodging the energy attacks shooting out from the trumpets, unable to fight back. This was mainly because Bayonetta had deliberately removed her guns for this ambush. The ordinary people, who couldn't see the beings from Inferno, only saw the marble floor of the church inexplicably cracking without understanding what was happening.

Bayonetta stepped on the church's supporting pillar, stretched her long legs, and leapt towards the floating angels. Although she dodged the spear attack, the sharp weapon tore her white nun's outfit, revealing her fair skin underneath.

The woman was wearing nothing but the nun's outfit! The mage quickly covered his eyes; it wasn't his fault he saw something he shouldn't have.

"Ruining a perfectly good outfit—you're all so impatient!" Despite the close call, the witch showed no panic. Her black hair began to extend, flowing over her body to form a black, skin-tight suit. Her clothes weren't made of hair, but the hair symbolized her magic. She wove the outfit from her magic, and even the clock on her chest was a manifestation of Bayonetta's power.

The crisp sound of heels echoed as Bayonetta landed on the organ pipes. It was at this moment that Solomon realized Rodin's true purpose—he had come to deliver Bayonetta her "knight."

A dark purple magic circle appeared in front of Rodin, from which four magenta guns emerged.

"Elfin Knight!" Rodin declared proudly, presenting his masterpiece. "These are guns worthy of a knight."

As the four guns flew toward Bayonetta, she caught two in her hands while the other two automatically attached to the heels of her high-heeled shoes. Bayonetta kissed the barrel of one gun, celebrating the birth of her new companions. She winked at the angels, saying, "Now the fun really begins!"

Bayonetta flipped upside down in mid-air and fired several shots. Dark purple magic replaced the gunfire, and each bullet was imbued with her magical energy. To angels, such magic was like poison. A single well-placed shot would cause the Affinity angels of the lower three ranks to disintegrate into golden light, returning to pure positive energy.

The new weapons were far more powerful than the regular guns Bayonetta had used before. Rodin's exceptional craftsmanship not only allowed the guns to carry Bayonetta's magic but also converted her power into physical bullets. As long as Bayonetta had enough magic, she could fire continuously without worrying about ammunition. The barrage created by the four guns in her hands and heels was impossible for the angels to evade.

The witch deftly ran along the church walls, avoiding the angels' long-range attacks. She leapt up suddenly, kicking an angel square in its red helmet. The seemingly solid helmet shattered instantly, and the gun on Bayonetta's heel fired at point-blank range, sending a spray of blood into the air.

Solomon had seen enough. If Bayonetta could be injured by these low-level angels, she wouldn't be worthy of the title of witch. To Solomon, this wasn't so much a hunt as it was a performance. It was as if Bayonetta wanted to show the angels that sending these weaklings to fight her was woefully inadequate.

"I'll take this chance to get you out of here," Solomon said as he dispersed the energy in his hand. "What's your name?"

"Luka!" The man replied. "What are those things?"

"You really don't know when to quit." Solomon sighed, pushing Luka towards the stairs. "Chasing after these dangerous things might cost you your life."

"My father already paid that price!" Although Luka couldn't resist Solomon's strength and staggered as he moved, his mouth kept going. "I'm willing to do the same, even if it's dangerous or costs me my life! Also, I didn't come up from here!"

Solomon was at a loss for words. There was an old saying—good advice is wasted on those who seek death. In the face of such a person, there was nothing Solomon could do. He sighed, tightening his grip on Luka's arm as he dragged the stubborn man towards the church door.

"We work hard to keep ordinary people out of this world, and here you are trying to dive in headfirst. Those things you can't see could kill you at any moment," Solomon said. "I'm only saving you this once, Luka, remember that. There won't be a next time. If you die in front of me again, I won't lift a finger—it'll be your own fault."

"I have to know…"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." The mage impatiently pried Luka's fingers off the stair railing and dragged him down the stairs. "Don't make me wipe your memory."

"Wipe my memory?"

"Physically. But I'm not great with the amount of force, so you might end up with a concussion."

Before Solomon could get Luka outside, a massive golden axe smashed through the stained glass window on the second floor. The blade struck the stone corridor with a deafening crash, the sound of shattering glass drowning out the gunfire. Shards of colorful glass rained down like a storm.

Even though Luka couldn't see the creature, he felt the church shake as if it had been struck by a massive hammer. He swayed again, almost tumbling down the stairs.

Solomon didn't wait for Luka to steady himself; he grabbed him and ran for the door. As for Luka's frantic shouts of "What was that?" Solomon ignored them entirely. When they finally reached the church's entrance, they were greeted by the sight of a massive being standing next to the building.

This creature was entirely white, with a glowing mark on its forehead. A sculpted marble face was embedded in its head, with a gaping hole where a mouth should be. A golden halo circled its neck, with twisted spikes resembling sun rays extending outward. Its thick limbs bore golden claws, and golden rings with green stripes adorned its arms and legs. The creature was taller than the church's second floor, and as it descended, a deep, tolling bell echoed from somewhere unseen. White feathers and golden rays fell from the sky alongside it.

This was the Beloved angel. But instead of bringing blessings, this angel only brought destruction.

It pulled the giant axe from the church and raised it high before swinging it down again. The impact shook the entire building, and dust flew from the cobblestones in the square.

Seeing this, Solomon immediately grabbed Luka and sprinted. Staying there any longer was a death sentence. As for Luka, the man who had spoken so boldly moments before, he now needed no prompting. Despite the pain of being dragged, he turned and fled with Solomon.

Bold words were ideals, but action was reality. The two never contradicted each other. Luka had no desire to die a pointless death.

It was time to make a run for it.

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