The Evil God has descended.

In just a few breaths, the sky for miles outside the Holy City of Radiance was shrouded in a dense dark red mist.

A gigantic monster was hiding its body within the thick fog, appearing and disappearing.

The thick dark clouds, like surging waves of ink, rolled and surged, blocking the originally clear sky completely.

Blinding blood-red lightning flickered in the mist, like fierce pythons, sometimes tearing through the oppressive dark sky, reflecting the enormous shadow hidden within.

The Fallen Spiritual Qi spread across the sky, vaguely mixed with the faint laments of countless people.

In an instant, the world changed color.

Although the Holy City of Radiance stood like a torch in the thick fog, unaffected in substance, the transformation caused the believers in the city to tremble in body and soul.

They had never so clearly experienced the terror of the gods.

Before the mighty power of the gods, only the fanatics are undisturbed; otherwise, even the most devout believers would feel shaken.

Gods and mortals.

The difference was too vast.

Powerless to resist.

Feeling ashamed and inferior.

Even within the Holy City, they still felt their own insignificance.

Almost unconsciously, the believers couldn't help but pray to the gods, hoping for their salvation.

"Oh Lord, save us!"

"Save your poor lambs!"

But after praying, the believers fell silent.

The gods did not respond.

He... remained indifferent.

Without a response from the gods, the believers felt even deeper despair.

They felt abandoned.

It seemed the gods had forsaken them.

Hope?

Under this terrible suffocating feeling, they could find no hope in their hearts.

But was the truth really so?

No!

Swish—

A dazzling white light streaked through the oppressive darkness.

Before the peculiar rising despair could swallow the mind, the brilliant hope arrived first.

As if responding to the birth of the Evil God's incarnation, the Angel also descended.

He flew out from the Holy City and instantly confronted the Evil God!

The pure white figure became the dawn breaking the darkness and despair.

Beneath the thick fog, the pure white Angel clad in radiant armor stood proudly.

The armor seemed to be composed of countless starlights, each inch radiating a holy and cold brilliance, with flowing light outlining mysterious runes.

The Angel's face was hidden in the shadow of his helmet, making it hard to see, only sensing the firm gaze cast from that shadow.

That gaze, like two scorching flames, pierced through the layers of haze, locking onto the terrifying presence in the sky above.

The Angel tightly gripped a Holy Spear several times his height, its body emitting a pure and dazzling light, like a newly risen sun, dispelling the surrounding dense darkness.

The spear's tip sparkled with an icy gleam, with tendrils of Divine Power entwined around it, as if it could easily tear apart all evil in the world.

As the Angel moved the Divine Spear slightly, it emitted melodious holy sounds, as if awakening the believers' faith in the scorching sun deep within their hearts.

"Angel..."

"It's the Angel of Our Lord!"

The Evil God's incarnation hidden in the clouds above showcased a gigantic shadow amidst flashes of lightning and thunder, like a mountain.

Those shadows occasionally shifted shapes, at times turning into a giant python, then seemingly sprouting countless tentacles on its surface, and sometimes reverting to a winged serpent.

Menacing, terrifying... and bizarre!

However, in the face of such a powerful and terrifying incarnation of the Evil God, the pure white Angel showed no sign of retreat.

He stood in the high sky, standing between mortals and gods.

In the storm stirred by the gods, only the Angel remained unyielding.

He was like a focal point.

Without needing to speak, just by being there, he gradually calmed the chaotic hearts of mortals.

"How could Our Lord possibly abandon us!"

"That's right! Our Lord could never do such a thing!"

"What am I even doing? Just now, I actually doubted Our Lord? I..."

Indeed.

They had nothing to fear.

This was Solantis, the Holy City of the Sun God!

How could it be broken by a mere Evil God!!?

And by this time, they realized the source of their previous wavering hearts... it was the domain of the Evil God!

It wasn't that their faith had issues, but that the Evil God interfered with them!

When the Sinful Desire Incarnation was born, its [Sinful Desire] domain had silently affected all mortal beings.

Believers within the Holy City only felt shaken, while those in the satellite cities outside fell into collective illusions, with only a rare few like Fao able to break free.

They looked gratefully at the Angel's figure.

Without him, they would continue to sink in the illusions, unknowingly wavering their faith in the Lord even more.

What they didn't know was, while they felt grateful towards the Angel.

The pure white Angel, with his back to the crowd, was... baffled.

"...Huh?"

What the hell!

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to eat tonight?

The suddenly descended Angel was none other than Herbert.

But now there was a problem... he didn't descend voluntarily.

Herbert didn't feel Fao's prayers for him; he wasn't a god and couldn't hear others' prayers.

The real reason he appeared here was only one.

The Angel Battle Armor he wore moved on its own.