The automatic driving of the Angel Battle Armor Card brought Herbert, who hadn't yet reacted, to the face of the God of Sinful Desire.
Question: Mortal, why do you choose to confront the divine?
Answer: It's not my choice, big boss.
Herbert: ???
What the hell, my clothes moved!?
I'm not playing anymore!
I want to go ho——
Damn it, is there sothing wrong with this intelligent driving of yours?
Why are you bringing to a place like this!
Half an hour ago, when Herbert had just returned to the mansion and was complaining to Valentina and the others about being blinded on the road by a bald woman with very bright car lights and no manners, he even patted his armor to assure them.
Herbert said this armor could protect his safety, and no matter what happened after, they shouldn't get excited, as everything was part of his and the Sun Pope's plan.
But now it seems…
The plan?
Old man, where's the plan we talked about before!!?
Weren't we supposed to attack together once the Evil God descended?
Why am I the only one here now?
Where are the people you ntioned?
Where's my reinforcents?
For god's sake, answer !
Feeling the eerie anticipation behind him, yet empty of people, Herbert clicked his tongue.
"Tsk."
He kept complaining in his heart, trying to get an explanation from the Sun Pope.
"I know you can hear , at least respond!"
"Where are the others!"
Herbert couldn't hear the complaints in others' hearts, but as a Saint almost equivalent to a god, the Sun Pope could vaguely feel them.
Yet whether the Sun Pope couldn't hear the angry shouts in his heart or deliberately chose to ignore them, he made no response.
"...Forget it."
After several failed attempts to communicate, Herbert temporarily gave up criticizing the Sun Pope.
Forget it, forget it.
Too lazy to rant. I'll settle this with him later.
As for now... think about what to do next.
Maintaining a "steadfast" image, Herbert slowly raised his head to look at the winged serpent avatar of the God of Sinful Desire, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly under his helt.
"Oh dear..."
Upon closer inspection, Herbert had a deeper appreciation for the avatar of the God of Sinful Desire.
If the avatar that appeared earlier in the Dark Territory was human in form with a serpent tail, then the one appearing now is purely a demon, with no trace of human features.
From a mortal's perspective and aesthetics, the winged serpent appears quite creepy, purely a terrifying monster.
But can you say it looks ugly in its current form?
Probably not.
In detail, it's full of ferocity and terror, yet overall, it exudes a stunningly strange allure.
The fallen Spiritual Qi tempts mortals, leading them deeper into desire.
Even though the appearance of an Angel awakened so, many mortals still lingered in the illusion realm of desire.
"..."
Herbert silently gazed at the God of Sinful Desire, and the Evil God returned the gaze coldly.
Neither of them spoke first.
The God of Sinful Desire, upholding its identity, believed it should wait for the little angel to finish speaking before opening its mouth.
And Herbert's silence was a bit chaotic for a mont.
It wasn't fear.
When he agreed to the Sun Pope's plan, he was already prepared to face sinful desires directly.
At this mont, he was a bit puzzled.
"No, most of the people under the car, isn't it a bit too much?"
At this mont, Herbert could feel all sorts of gazes!
There are those from the mortals behind him, and also from higher realms.
When that pure white figure fell into the eyes of Fao and others, he was not rely being watched by mortal beings.
The deities had already cast their gaze over.
Ever since the friction between the two churches began, the gods had taken notice of this place.
Perhaps it's because there has been a calm façade among the gods for too long, or maybe because it involved the leader of the Justice Faction, nearly all the deities paid attention to this "war."
They were curious as well, in what manner would this farce eventually conclude?
...
Forest of Nature, Forest Holy Land.
At this mont, in this tranquil space, the four goddesses representing the Four Seasons in the Natural Pantheon rarely gathered together.
They sat around a large round table full of fruits and vegetables, gazing at the crystal ball on the table, which projected the scene of the confrontation between Sinful Desire and the angel.
This is actually a very rare scene.
Although the four goddesses are all deities of the Four Seasons and allies within the Natural Pantheon, their relationships with one another aren't considered harmonious.
Because of personality and divine position conflicts, it is difficult for them to gather together.
And the reason they were able to co together now was due to the presence of the fifth goddess present — the Moon Goddess.
A noblewoman with a gentle smile sat among them, her silver smooth long hair streaked with a peculiar dark red.
Although their relationships with each other weren't good, each of them had a pretty good friendship with the Moon Goddess.
It was out of respect for the Moon Goddess that they reluctantly sat together.
"I don't think he can stop that mad Sinful Desire." The first to speak was the Spring Bud Goddess, shaking her head and expressing her thoughts.
She appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a long dress woven from vines, exuding a youthful aura, with green long hair draping down to her ankles like willow branches, tips of which were adorned with glowing buds that blood into starlight fireflies as they swayed.
"Ha, isn't that just stating the obvious?"
The Goddess of Cool Sumr laughed scornfully upon hearing this and mocked, "Does anyone really think that this angel with re courage can do anything? Surely not!"
This Sumr Goddess appeared to be past twenty, with a strong physique, dressed as a hunter casually draped in animal skins revealing her abdominal muscles, with fiery red curls cascading like a lava waterfall, intertwined with charred golden chains.
"Why not?"
The Autumn Goddess smiled, speaking slowly, "If he has Alberta's oracle, do you think Sinful Desire would disregard it? That cunning guy isn't as crazy as he appears on the surface!"
This goddess seed to be the oldest among the goddesses, like a mature woman in her thirties, exuding a ripe, unique charm, with every nook and cranny giving a heavy feeling.
Her linen hair was braided into ears of wheat, adorned with a crown made of gilt skulls and wheat stalks.
anwhile, the Cold Winter Goddess chose not to express her own opinion, silently stroking the white cat in her arms, seemingly listening to their conversation.
"..."
This Cold Winter Goddess, who showed excessive maternal love to mortals, acted quite normal when facing other deities.
And as the "white cat" being held by the Cold Winter Goddess, the Ice and Snow Goddess wanted to resist, but given the presence of other goddesses, she ultimately swallowed her anger and silently chose to play dead.
"..."
Fine, for the sake of the others, go ahead and pet, I'll pretend nothing happened!
Eventually, it was the Moon Goddess who picked up the conversation, not letting it co to a complete halt.
"I think, this little guy probably has his own confidence." She glanced at the angel in the picture, her eyes slightly downcast.
Then, perhaps recalling sothing amusing, the Moon Goddess couldn't help but shake her head, smile, and said with a hint of aning, "After all, the angels under her command have always been quite independent, haha."
"In any case, let's listen to what he'll say next."
"Maybe he'll give us a surprise, haha."
Upon hearing this, the Spring, Sumr, and Autumn Goddesses all nodded in agreent.
And even the Autumn Goddess, who held a different opinion, had no expectations for the inherent power of Herbert, this angel.
This wasn't an isolated case, but rather the common view of the deities.
Compared to the mortals who blindly believed angels could save them against the Evil God, the deities expressed contempt for the appearance of an angel.
Though the God of Sinful Desire had rely descended an epic-level avatar, as long as they didn't dispatch an entire angelic battalion, what threat could he be?
Moreover, only sending one angel would essentially an showing sincerity with the intention to talk with him.
And just when everyone thought the angel was about to say sothing... the pure white angel in the sky, after a mont of silence, finally made his move.
However, without a word, he raised the holy spear towards the Evil God.
Clack.
Without uttering a single word, the angel flapped his wings behind him, and directly charged with his spear towards the colossal god before him that could not be defied!
Just like an old knight launching the final charge against a huge windmill.
Charge!
Charge!!
Charge!!!
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