The celestial radiance perated, boundless and endless, enveloping the entire Sky City.
Anymore, there's no need to exert effort to guide the celestial radiance to create Holy Objects. At this mont, within Sky City, every blade of grass and tree is a Holy Object. Under the endless celestial radiance, even if they are reduced to ashes, they can be reborn in an instant!
Gather all power, right within Sky City, to achieve victory in one battle!
Just as Ji Jue imagined, the Pope prepared for the decisive battle the mont he sensed the inevitable arrival of the heretics.
By any ans, regardless of the cost, determine victory and life or death here.
Crush the opponent completely!
Bang—
The sound of shattering echoed.
In the Central Sanctuary, at the instant the Pope's scepter struck down, terrifying power descended from the sky, engulfing the entire Sky City, ubiquitously and relentlessly imposing pressure and lockdown on all heretics.
As if bearing an imnse weight, yet unable to breathe, even the air seed frozen, restraining one's body. The fierce light cascaded like a waterfall, ravaging the essence, trampling consciousness and soul.
Turning every demon into a fragile clay sculpture that breaks upon touch.
Not just this...
Each and every Steel Demon lost response, collapsed to the ground like empty shells, devoid of any action.
Like a whirlwind roaring through, toppling the wheat and seedlings, countless straws snapped in the middle, fell down, the sound of breaking echoed ceaselessly from within their bodies.
Massive bodies controlled by the Spirit of Creation swiftly turned into scrap iron and garbage!
This blockade acts on all consciousness and souls, making the Spirit of Creation, devoid of thoughts and consciousness, too fragile to resist.
At the sa ti, isolate Border Prison!
The link between Paradise and here has been completely severed, no longer possible to upload or download. The heretics have lost their way for infinite rebirth and quick resurrection.
Since the start of the battle, the power prepared silently by the Pope appeared at the critical mont, the original killer move prepared for Ji Jue suddenly erged, striking at his most vulnerable place!
Not just this.
Not only this...
With all-out effort, regardless of cost, regardless of consequences.
In the Pope's resolve, the bell tolled again, beams of light reaching heaven and earth descended one after another.
Like a torrential downpour.
From within the legions of Angels, one towering figure after another stepped out from the crowd.
Saints!
All are Saints!
But at this mont, are there only seven Saints?!
Under the limitless infusion of celestial radiance, Saints are manufactured en masse, authority descended, granted divine power, bestowed weapons.
There's no longer any need to be limited by the number and scale of seven. If needed, creating more Saints is incredibly easy! Moreover...
Even more authorities are continually being distributed.
Sacrifice, humility, devotion, purity, protection fire, exorcism, pestilence, disease, growth, disaster, preaching, hymn, struggle... Even the Heavenly Punishnt of Yidra, the one-heart-guarding carried on by all, has been granted again.
Fervently calling Angels, Giants-like Heavenly Generals, and even Saints blessed by celestial radiance, there are no bystanders left within Sky City, even all clerical staff have been thrown into the celestial radiance, completing their Rebirth.
If necessary, even followers below can be mobilized for further transformation!
Every price paid is worthwhile.
As long as the enemy in front can be slain!
In that instant, the final bell rang.
The order of Destruction was issued.
No need for talk, no need to waste ti, execute all sinners, make all heretics who claim to be demons once again fall into the flas of Border Prison, burning into ashes!
"Witness of the Holy God!"
In the earth-shattering roar, the halted array rumbled forward, like mountains collapsing, grandiose, majestic, fierce and violent.
Surrounded from all sides.
Like an iron wall advancing, regardless of whether it's iron, rocks, buildings, steps, even companions, showcasing complete disregard, and without the slightest hesitation.
Amidst fervor and prayer, Gun Spears dense as forests, amidst the earth-shakingly loud noise, pierced forth!
White and black, light and darkness.
An instant collision actually stirred up waves that shook the entire Illusion Dream.
Amidst shattered light, steel, blood and remains flying around, the air waves echoed.
With the force of Withering straight ahead, rcilessly aiming to thoroughly crush the fragile defenses before them, as they collided, sparks flew.
Making the raised shield walls moan, step by step... retreat!
Wait, retreat?
Why is it retreating?!
No, should say, why is it rely retreating?!
The Pope was montarily stunned, his brows furrowed—such vast power, supplented by relentless suppression and targeting, even a mountain should have been shattered by it!
But why was it blocked?
Furthermore, both sides are still stalemated, grappling?!
So absurd!
Da—da—
Amidst countless high-pitched sounds of screams, calls, explosions, friction, collisions, suddenly there ca a low sound, echoing in everyone's ears.
Da—da—da—
Footsteps, from the darkness of the Tower of Heaven, from the deepest part of the darkness, echoed, diffused, like an unseen iron hamr, pounding in everyone's ears.
Soone is slowly ascending, moving along the steps towards Heaven.
Not hurried, not slow.
As those eyes darker than the darkness lifted, they looked at everything in front, casually sweeping over the blood, remains, flas, and war, not even pausing for a second at the Pope's Central Sanctuary, swiftly passing by.
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