Outside the City of Sin.
A Pure White Angel with six wings spread open in mid-air, standing alongside another golden-haired Angel, who also bore six wings on his back.
Behind them were twenty dual-winged Angels, and further back was a densely packed legion of Clerics.
Though it was a legion of Mortals, their extraordinary nature was evident from the fine Armor they wore, the elegant weapons in their hands, and the powerful Holy Light radiating from them.
Lady Sophia had truly kept her word; she had brought nearly all the Church's elite forces in one fell swoop, evidently planning to sweep through in one wave without needing a second.
With so many Angels and Clerics gathered, their resonating Holy Light was dazzling, almost as if a second sun had appeared in the sky, casting the city below into a blanket of whiteness.
Additionally, given the City of Sin's dark Gothic architectural style, unsuspecting passersby might think they had witnessed Angels descending to vanquish demons. If soone could capture this scene, it might well beco a legendary painting for the ages.
However, Lady Sophia did not rush into action, as she still owed so respect to the lord of the City of Sin, the Archdemon of Original Sin, Satan.
Although this Archdemon was a major enemy of her mother, the Lord of Glory, the Pure White Witch herself quite favored him, especially considering that in another tiline, as Ruthfiel, she had followed this exalted Fallen Angel.
Thus, the mighty Church army rely halted outside the city, quietly awaiting their opponent's ergence.
Others might hide within the city out of fear of battle, though that would be futile; at this point, if they didn't handle it with dignity, the city's Great Demon might intervene to restore their face.
But this ti, their adversary was none other than their own young mistress, Lady Sophia, whose notoriously laid-back yet arrogantly boundless character was well-known to her.
Indeed, as soon as the Angel Army arrived, the gates of the City of Sin opened, and a young girl dressed in a black and white nun's habit confidently walked out.
Upon seeing this young girl, both Lady Sophia and Michael behind her tensed up, knowing all too well her true identity, not belonging to this era.
This was none other than the God King herself.
To all Witches and Angels who had once jointly held sway over both the realms of heaven and the Witch World, she was a true legend deserving of reverence.
Even knowing that the God King hadn't awakened as a Witch due to an accident this ti, and was still mortal, the re sight of her tightened everyone up as if facing a formidable foe.
Of course, only the two leaders knew the God King's identity; to the other Angels and Paladins in the Church's army, the nun seed unremarkable. Instead, it was the floating Iron Warship above the nun's head that set them on edge.
Even for those born into the Church with extraordinary experiences, they had never seen such a thing before. What was it, made entirely of steel? Such extravagance, and how could such a heavy object fly? Had the witches' Magic advanced to this level?
For a mont, these dieval natives were caught in confusion and vigilance by the sight of this revolutionary Floating Warship.
Well, not just the natives. Even Miss Seraph, Michael, had her eyes wide in shock as she saw the Iron Cathedral in the city suddenly transmogrifying into a warship that took to the skies.
"Are you kidding , a Witch Battleship? Why would this era have such an anachronistic monstrosity?"
As a Seraph dedicated to warfare, she certainly recognized the witches' signature weapon of war—the Witch Battleship.
The heavens had been bombarded by a fleet of Witch Battleships in the past. If it were purely a matter of individual quality, the Angels were still superior to the witches, not to ntion during the dieval War of heaven years ago.
However, it wasn't that the Angel Warriors were ineffective; it was just that the Witches were overwhelmingly tactical with their Battleships, making it clear to the Angels, more accustod to individual combat back then, that tis had indeed changed.
The terror induced by the Witches' fleet had prompted both heaven and the Abyss to start developing their own Warships. Even the most powerful of the Three Clans, the lazy Dragon Clan, had sprung into action. Although the Dragons were too massive to require Warships, they seed intent on cultivating a special Dragon-type, essentially making them living Warships—that was truly frightening.
Thus, the dreadful reputation of the Witch Battleships was well-established.
So, this supposed Witch's Night was a mock battle ga among the youth? Normally wouldn't everyone be engaging in water gun fights and dueling with Wooden Swords? And now suddenly pulling out laser guns and Laser Swords, what's the aning of this?
After the shock, Michael looked again at Lady Sophia in front of her and suddenly realized why the lady had earlier cautioned her not to be overly proud and to give her all. She had anticipated that the witches might possess such dieval, monstrous technology.
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