He sidestepped...

The deity chose to actively evade!!?

What?

The wingsnake of Sinful Desire Incarnation let out an angry roar, echoing with the thunder in the clouds, shaking heaven and earth.

"How dare you!!?"

Even though he sensed the crisis and decisively dodged at the last moment, the Holy Spear still left a mark on him.

A massive wound several meters long!

Purple blood spurted out from the tip of the wingsnake's tail wound, like a blood rain sprinkling down.

Gods can bleed too.

Let alone an incarnation of a deity.

They are indeed powerful, but never invincible.

At this moment, countless people were amazed and lost their voices in shock.

"Oh Angel!"

Witnessing this, the Holy City of Radiance erupted in amazing cheers, celebrating the angel's victory.

They waved their fists excitedly, wishing they could replace the angel.

Angel!

Oh Angel!

Yet even amid the ocean-like frenzy of cheers, some remained calm and rational.

They knew this was merely a beginning, the matter was far from over.

Flora was among them.

Miss Demon knew the "angel's" true identity was Herbert, and understood he received help from a powerful ally, allowing him to remain unharmed before the Evil God. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But the question is...

How did he do it?

How did he manage to injure a deity incarnation of epic level?

This question was also in the hearts of many.

Soon, they found the answer.

After landing a blow, the angel did not pause, instantly and resolutely launching a second attack.

He quickly turned and raised the spear, charging at the Evil God once more.

In that moment of pause, people noticed the detail.

It was the Holy Spear!

A drop of divine blood remained on the Holy Spear.

The blood of Sinful Desire, even from an incarnation, was enough to affect epic-level weapons, causing legendary blades to be thoroughly ruined.

Yet before the divine blood could corrode the spear tip, the emitted Holy Light purified it.

The spear in the angel's hand was no ordinary weapon.

It was a Divine Artifact!

It was actually a Divine Artifact!!!

But, which one from the Sun Church?

They could not find any Divine Artifact in their memory matching this Holy Spear!

Herbert smiled at Sinful Desire, relishing his delight, thinking happily: "Old Deng wasn't lying, his staff is really strong!"

And if Herbert knew that the seemingly ordinary "staff" was actually the scepter symbolizing the Sun Pope's identity, he might have praised it even more.

But right now, he only felt that this staff was truly potent for stabbing people!

Really great~

A macho man should stab more!

Stab with ferocity! Stab with speed! Stab with timelessness!

Stab with a broad mind! Stab with blossoming joy!

With the Holy Spear's power, the spirited Herbert charged at the wingsnake again.

Sprinting! Sprinting! Spr-

Meanwhile, the God of Sinful Desire's wound had healed, and he had regained composure.

"..."

He cautiously glanced at the "Holy Spear", sensing the special ability it carried—at least a mid-level Divine Artifact!

Then, he coldly stared at the angel, cracking a sinister grin, speaking hoarsely.

"Alberta's servant, you will regret your actions."

Can a child holding a weapon surpass an adult?

Not necessarily.

Although the angel's Divine Artifact posed some trouble for Sinful Desire, it was merely a nuisance.

If dealt with cautiously, the opponent would still not be his match.

Yet in response to Sinful Desire...

Was the gunpoint thrusting at his face!

A flash of cold light reached first, then the spear moved like a dragon!

Hey!

That long bug, halt!

Don't babble!

Let me stab again!

Take my spear—

...

...

"..."

At the Four Seasons Goddesses' tea gathering, they watched this unfold.

Even the many goddesses previously disinterested raised their gaze to observe the figures in the crystal ball.

They watched as the angel, with a frail body, launched fearless charges at the divine being time after time.

The not tall figure was filled with tragic nobility and vigor.

Like a tragic hero from an epic tale, charging at the mountain-like giant beast.

"This little guy is brave, I wish my children had more courage like that," Spring Bud Goddess remarked, remembering her creations.

Though the angel's image was pervasive, not all gods favored creating angels, many gods had distinct creations.

Spring Bud Goddess chose Flower Elves as her emissaries, each emerging from a rare bloom.

Those creatures were famously timid, even the strongest couldn't change their innate fear, hiding within their flower form at the first sign of trouble.

"He is a good warrior, it's enviable how Alberta consistently breeds such fearless warriors," Autumn Grain Goddess similarly marveled.

The Sun God never lacked warriors.

Even though most perished in endless battles, new warriors would emerge soon after.

"...Alas."

The Moon Goddess squinted, shook her head, and sighed: "He's a promising talent, but..."

Holding a cat, the Cold Winter Goddess rarely spoke with a cool yet gentle voice: "What a pity."