A white point of light illuminated the center of the Golden Triangle, then rapidly unfurled like a blossoming flower, revealing a great, sacred figure.

Subsequently, including Byron himself, at this moment, everyone finally clearly saw what the new angel split from the Creator truly looked like.

Countless wings, like the wind, layered upon layers, appeared and vanished as they wished.

The congregants attempted to count the total number of wings, but all involuntarily felt dizzy and their minds seemed to be filled with a raging storm.

It was as if the souls of the witnesses would gradually dissolve into the wind, becoming one with the world.

A few Middle Sequence Extraordinary with firmer anchors strained their eyes but could only see a black-haired youth emanating a gentle Holy Light amid the countless layers of wings, with a golden halo shining brightly above his head.

Though this angel had storm wings, representing freedom, all over his body, he was firmly shackled by multiple chains.

Seemingly possessing absolute freedom, yet unable to move a single step.

Such a strong symbolic gesture pointed directly at the source, making many instinctively exclaim: "The Shackled Creator!"

As the thought emerged, the sacred hymn from Heaven suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears:

"Holy, Holy! Almighty God!

In the morning our song, pierces through the clouds to the holy land;

Holy, Holy! Mercy and omnipotence,

Glory and might, all belong to one;

Holy, Holy! All saints revere,

Wearing golden crowns, encircling the Shores of the Crystal Sea;

A million heavenly army bows, praising the Chief God’s name in unison..."

This time, the clergy of the Protestant Doctrine couldn’t help but kneel on one knee, not to Byron, but to the holy presence connected to each of their faiths.

Everyone else also knelt with a ’whoosh’.

The Earl of Nottingham, who had just questioned aloud, transitioned from shock to struggle to relief, ultimately becoming fervent.

All images of the Creator in his mind were fundamentally replaced by this angel.

Uncontrollably shouting loudly:

"Praise the Holy Spirit! Praise the Myriad Wings Angel, Saint Byron!"

Within the indistinguishable mind network of the three, the Mithril Dragon Catherine was pleased to give Byron a crooked smile.

Vividly demonstrating the saying: Two years have passed, welcome back the True Crooked Mouth Dragon King!

Clearly, the Creator specifically split off this portion of divinity for Byron, which is called the Myriad Wings Angel.

Orthodox angels are categorized by the number of wings, and the Six-winged Seraph, who once aided the Church in eliminating the source of the plague, the God of Funerals, is equivalent to a Demigod.

What level is Myriad Wings?

Even angels whose physical forms from the Gospel of Heaven are Old Gods undergo varying degrees of distortion and mutation, manifesting as numerous eyes, wings, and varying degrees of bestiality... and so forth.

Yet, the scale of wings on the Myriad Wings Angel is intimidating enough.

Not to mention whether he truly is the Holy Spirit descended to earth, currently even the identity of a Creator’s follower is already fully confirmed.

However, Byron’s Unity of All Things still doesn’t reach 1% level, unable to control the Myriad Wings Angel, only able to ’borrow the tiger’s might’ like the Blue Hair in the past.

At most, he can, in a face-to-face encounter, use information pollution to forcibly convert some low-order followers of the Creator. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

But who knows he’s bluffing?

Just look at the Earl of Nottingham, who within moments transformed from a devout Orthodox Church follower into a convert who could only "praise the Holy Spirit."

No one was willing to probe further.

Next, Byron’s task is solely to spread the faith, to walk the path of the Holy Son once more, with more believers, the "Holy Spirit" will become more genuine.

When those devout followers of the Orthodox and Protestant Doctrine themselves from the Gospel of Heaven ’descend the saint’ to the Myriad Wings Angel, this new manifestation will be fully accomplished.

When the Earl of Nottingham raised his head again, fervor filled his face, yet he uttered a statement that made all the hearts of the Neutral Faction tremble.

It was a complete turnaround.

"Praise the Holy Spirit!

Your Majesty, to atone for my sins, I am willing to offer you the lands and estate expanded over the years from the Earldom of Nottingham, keeping only the initial core territory, disbanding private armies, integrating them as free citizens into your Army Department.

Since you are the Kingdom’s Guardian, there should be no private armies within the Kingdom; all armed forces should be loyal to one entity, that is, you!"

Facing the indifferent gaze of the Myriad Wings Angel, Marquis Thomas Neville, leading the other Neutral Faction Nobility, wished to tear the Earl of Nottingham into pieces.

Yet they could only rush to say:

"Your Majesty, we are the same!

The Earl of Nottingham’s intention is ours."

Byron did not decline thrice courteously, nodding to accept their goodwill.

Of course, he wasn’t too harsh on these ’his own people’ who had merits, not only allowing them to retain their core territories but also promising:

"After the ceremony, go register your assets with Queen Catherine, and she will convert your lands and estates into shares of the Whale Oil Company and Pioneer Guiding Colonial Trading Company based on market prices.

In the future, everyone will share the development dividends of the Kingdom of Hightins!"

Upon hearing this, the Neutral Faction, no, the staunch Royalist Party members immediately beamed with joy.

Exhausting and hated sheep wool business not even dogs would do, now Your Majesty’s Whale Oil business represents the future and huge profits!