Stuck in a Chinese novel

"Celestial pierce." Gabriel simply muttered two words and the wings on his back began to tremble. At the speed that no one in the room could match, thousands of arrows made of light began to form and just travelled at zig-zag.

However, in just a second, howls of pain began to emanate form everywhere in the room. Gabriel wasn't going to kill them. He still couldn't.

But more than that, he wasn't there to kill them as well. He still needed to hold back so he doesn't kill. He still wasn't so sure killing would be a good idea. He just couldn't feel the need to kill.

However, one person he had to kill no matter what. He knew, as a Smith, there was no stopping himself. And if there no stopping for his own being, there would be no stopping for any other Smith in the world.

And one such Smith was in front of his eyes right now.

A sphere of light appeared on his palm and at a breakneck speed, the speed of light, it struck Andrew who was busy bringing trying to kill the baby on the Altar.

Crash!!!

He crashed through the walls of the building out in the open of the abandoned harbor. Gabriel didn't mean to hurt Andrew and that was also why he wasn't hurt so much even though he didn't have any sort of protective layer around him.

Gabriel slowly made his way to the baby, he touched him and an adorable giggle left the baby which would have charmed anyone and a smile involuntarily appeared on Gabriel's face.

But it was quick to vanish when he saw Andrew getting back up form the crumbled wall. He sighed and waved his hand, making the baby disappear in thin air but actually, it was a spatial distortion and the baby was sent to the person Gabriel knew would keep him safe.

Step.

He took a step and appeared on the outside, where it wasn't just Andrew but hundreds of people standing, emitting power that could be a force for the world to deal with.

Gabriel's attention, though, wasn't on them or on Andrew. No. His attention was on the two men floating in the air, as if they were standing on the ground.

"Long time no see, grandson." The middle aged man with a buff appearance and black hair spoke. It was Gabriel's maternal grandfather and the man who was ambitious about power more than anyone else.

Gabriel ignored the greeting, no respect for the man whatsoever and turned to the older man next to the middle aged man.

Another familiar figure. Power to rival the dragons of his father, significant power to be actually called an adversary.

Of course, to Gabriel, he wasn't. He may have been a noticeable opponent for dragons but for Gabriel, the old man was nothing but another opponent he could kill with a wave of his hand.

"You went to him?" Gabriel asked Andrew while pointing at the old man.

"He didn't even have to give me an incentive," The old man spoke, a smile on his face as he added, "When he told me who he was, I was very surprised. To think he had the blood of the Bradshaw coursing through his veins. Another gem, just like you."

"Shut up, old man. I'm not talking to you." Gabriel said. If he just didn't respect the middle aged man, he hated the old man.

It wasn't that the old man had done anything to Gabriel. He had simply made the mistake of verbally hurting someone Gabriel cared about.

The old man managed to keep his life that day but he forever incurred the hate of Gabriel.

"Hah! Hot blooded. Just like a Bradshaw." The old man said with pride.

Gabriel scoffed.

"I'm a Smith, old man. Stop being delusional." Gabriel said.

"Haa…" The old man sighed before he said, "It looks like I will have to show you. The blood of the dragons and the respect you should show to your elders."

A tremendous blood colored energy wave emitted from the old man, covering the entire area in its red colored power.

The middle aged man next to the old man couldn't help but admire that power but he didn't forget why he was there as well.

He too, began to emit his unique power, mana from his very deep core to assert who he was.

The powers of the people lying wait began to envelop the area in their ethereal power. Those who weren't powerful enough to bear that pressure began to feel suffocated.

The empty shell of people began to suffocate but they didn't care. Their minds were too far gone but they were still alive in a sense and Gabriel couldn't let them die.

True, the power he had to face was tremendous and if the woman who acted as his father's guard was here, she would have trouble with these many people. Of course, she would win in the long run, but they would still prove to be a match for her.

However, for him, this much power was nothing. Gabriel was the sky above the sky, heavens above the heavens, the Archangel.

A self proclaimed title that no one dared to deny because of his tremendous power that angels themselves had no choice but to acknowledge.

"It seems you're all terribly mistaken." Gabriel nonchalantly uttered before he simply let his power loose.

Swahh!!!

White.

Everything white.

As if a white day had risen in the entire world, the entire world was covered in a white daylight.

But it wasn't daylight.

For those, who weren't target of this light, they felt nothing, they saw nothing, but they did feel at ease.

However, those who were the target of that power…

Sweat and shivers.

A bead of sweat went down the forehead of the old man. The middle aged man shivered, his whole body trembled. Those behind them, on the ground, they trembled as well and the one who the most of the reaction, it was none other than Andrew.

Fear.

A wave of unbridled, unfiltered fear.

"What… is that?" The middle aged man laboriously managed to utter just these simple words and even then, he felt like his entire existence was being erased.

The white light covering them as if the day was emitting from the sun standing in front of them.

But in reality, it wasn't the daylight from a white sun.

No…

"It's his power." The old man uttered a reply in horror.

Andrew stared at Gabriel, his jaw slacked in amazement. A power he knew he would never be able to match, never be able to comprehend.

A power beyond the word power itself.

'Gabriel is the being that monsters fear. His steps are followed by destruction and madness.' It was then that the words of his father made some sense to him.

Why his father had said those words with such confidence. It was simply because each and every part of that sentence was the truth.

The monster of monsters, the Archangel.

And such a being was now looking at them, his white colored eyes inflicting a type of fear none of them able to escape from.

Gabriel didn't beat around the bush. There was no need to show mercy and there was a fixed target. Everything was settled.

There was no need to wait.

Gabriel raised his hand in the air. Since he had left his weapons in the care of the people he cared about, he was weaponless at the moment.

It wasn't like he didn't have any more weapons in his arsenal, but he didn't need them in the first place. Besides, none of them would be able to bear this strike.

"Divine demon sword art"

"Final move"

And then Gabriel brought his hand down while everyone was frozen in fear and said with such simplicity, "Darkness."

And darkness it was. The world was once again covered in darkness of the night but the true darkness that fell upon the targets was maddening for them.

Gabriel sighed. Just like that, it had ended. Just one move it took for the sky to rain down darkness on them.

Step.

He took a step forward and passed the unconscious people and made his way to the one he needed to see.

The eyes were full of madness.

Madness he too well.

He had that madness as well.

And that was why he knew. He knew there was no solution for that madness but one.

Death.

He didn't waste any more words. The more he waited, the harder it would be for him and he wasn't willing to have that on his consciousness.

So he raised his hand at Andrew who was barely breathing, his figure covered in his own blood and simple said this, "Dimensional tear."

In the end, he didn't have the heart to kill his own brother.

So he went with an option that wasn't permanent like death.

Imprisonment.

"See you again, brother." Gabriel said as he pushed the bloodied Andrew in the wormhole that had appeared behind him.

A tear fell from his eye as the tear in the space closed. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

He stood up. That was enough of a goodbye. He had to go. Somewhere to forget this.

He turned and began to walk away and as he passed the old man who barely held onto his consciousness, he just said, "Consider this mercy."

And then he disappeared. Along with the people who had lost their minds. There was someone who could help them after all.

While those left behind, were forever left with the memory of a monster.