Soon, the lightning and storm subsided, and the earth returned to its former tranquility. Archangel Parr, the culprit behind all this, raised his longsword and bowed his proud head in the direction of Arfin City. It looked as if he was offering up his weapon and raising his hands in surrender.
When the Fourth Walker announced in the name of Nehemiah, the Master of the Future and Prophecy, not only did it stabilize the situation in Arfin City, but it also turned the few remaining blocks of the city into Nehemiah's temple, the residence of a god. If Archangel Paar continued to attack the temple, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He could not even carry out his master's orders. He was only an Archangel, and he had no right to enter the temple. He had to lower his altitude and look up at what was left of Arfin City.
Beside him, Archangel Paimon looked nervous. "Why would Nehemiah, the True God who disappeared mysteriously from the Divine Realm, appear in that place? Could those who were condemned by our master be his apostles? Could they be like us? Could it be that the one who inflicted the Pain Punishment on our warriors was one of their Archangels? "
"Don't speculate about these things. It's dangerous!" Paar warned his comrade. "If you don't want to end up like Noirciel, stay humble and wait for our master's orders. This is no longer a trial …"
Even an Archangel had no right to judge the apostles of another True God. That was the authority of a True God. Just as Paar had said, the situation was beyond their control. The only thing they could do now was wait for their master's orders. They could either retreat or continue. But if they continued, it would not be as simple as judging a few heretics. It would be a full-blown war of the gods!
Even the Archangels were unfamiliar with the concept of a war of the gods. Although the gods of the Divine Realm would often have small disputes and disputes over power, they had never escalated to the level of a war. Therefore, the Archangels did not know what would happen if a war of the gods broke out. Would they fall? Was his master going to fall? How would the victors punish the losers?
These questions were too dangerous, and Paar did not dare to think too much about them. He could only wait quietly.
On the other hand, the Voidwalkers had no idea that the war had escalated. They did not know that they had been upgraded from demons to angels. The Archmage, who was also known as the Archangel, was flying towards the Fourth Walker. Just as he was about to greet him, he saw that the armor that carried the Fourth Walker's consciousness had been reduced to a pile of rubble. The armor, which was made from a common blacksmith's shop, could not withstand the impact of such a powerful attack. It was scrapped without a second thought.
The miniature space that seemed to have stored Noirciel's divine power was like a time bomb a few minutes ago, making people worry that it would explode. Now, it was so weak that it was about to disappear. All the divine power in it had been sucked out …
"Nehemiah? That's the name of the God of Prophecy and Future," the Soul Armature Practitioner said as he landed beside the Archmage. "I've never imagined that there would be a true god among us, and that we hadn't even noticed it for thousands of years."
"No, I don't think so." The Archmage shook his head in disagreement. "Just as you said, he has been with us for more than 6,000 years. If he really is a god, no matter how mysterious and secretive he is, there is no way we wouldn't have noticed him. Even if you and I didn't notice him, my student wouldn't be oblivious to it. Besides, there are still those from the Church …"
"At the same time, I don't think a true god would fall into the Void, let alone one as powerful as he is," the Archmage said, stomping his foot on the solid ground. "Interfering with the world with a prophecy that is sure to come true … This is too shocking. I thought this kind of power only existed in the novels on Earth, but I never thought I'd witness it with my own eyes. A god with such power has no reason to fall into the Void."
"We'll have to wait until Sir Hope wakes up to explain everything to us. He was the one who asked us to wake up the Fourth Walker, wasn't he? If I remember correctly, he always thought the Fourth Walker was just an obnoxious swindler, "the Soul Armature Practitioner murmured." What did Sir Hope experience while he was asleep? "
"I'm curious as well. I'm probably the person who knows him the best in the world, and I can feel that something has changed in him that I'm not aware of. When he spoke to me, I felt a sense of unfamiliarity and awe." The Archmage shook his head. "But let's put this matter aside for now. We have more urgent matters to attend to."
After saying that, he cast his gaze into the distance. There was a new situation in the sky where angels soared.
"Attack!" The same voice rang in the minds of Archangel Paimon and Archangel Baal. They turned to face the door behind them, which was shrouded in golden light, and listened to the voice of their lord.
"This long and endless dispute needs to be ended with such a method."
Even if it means paying a heavy price.
"A fallen god should not appear in this world again."
"This power that makes people tremble in fear should not appear again."
"I am Krarion, the Master of Nature. I declare in my name!"
"I am Tiram, the Master of Time. I declare in my name!"
The two True Gods spoke in unison and announced their true names at the same time. They made a declaration of God in unison.
"Nehemiah, the Master of Prophecy and the Master of Future, wage war against the gods!"
"Darranth, the Master of Power, and Kandronia, the Master of Life, shall be the overseer. Everything shall be done in accordance with the ancient oath."
"Forward! Brave and fearless warriors, bring back victory and glory for us! "
After the two gods made the final announcement, the believers who were kneeling at the feet of the angels once again emitted a golden light. Pairs of wings rose into the air and gathered in the angel army in the air. Their numbers were still increasing rapidly, and soon, there were more than a hundred of them!
Shansa City was not the only place where the angels had gathered. In another cathedral near the Holy City of Canningham, a group of Steppe Barbarians was killing and pillaging. Desperate believers gathered in the Hall of Prayer, silently enduring the evil outside. As they prayed, their bodies glowed with golden light, and they turned into angels with wings on their backs.
Holy flames erupted from the massacred churches, turning the grassland barbarians into ashes in an instant. The Voidwalkers who did not participate in the looting were stunned. They knew they were in big trouble.
"What happened in Arfin City? Why would angels appear in a place like this?! "The Sorcerer Walker asked.
"Didn't we destroy the Angel Summoning Circle in Canningham City? Why are they still here? Did I trigger some kind of trap when I visited the Holy Tomb of the past popes?! "The Explorer Walker said, feeling a little guilty.
"If you have time for nonsense, why don't you run?!" The Hitman Walker snorted. He immediately activated his Stealth skill and prepared to sneak away. This action had successfully made him the primary target of the three angels, and they all pounced on him.
It was not just them. Far away in the southernmost part of the Templar Fort, four figures with wings on their backs had also rushed out. The defenders who had been tortured for a long time instantly let out a cheer of victory. They had not slept for a long time. Once the sky turned dark, they would be harassed by the undead and the demons. Although they did not suffer any actual losses and the fort was still indestructible, the will of humans was not that strong …
"What are those hypocrites and apologists doing in Arfin City?! Why are the angels here?! Didn't we agree that we were only here to stall them? " The Lich Walker and the Devil Walker were riding on a black mountain goat. They were running around, trying to find a place where the light could not find them.
"I told you not to mess around! In the end, you just had to catch a Priest to develop a Skeleton Priest. Now you've kicked an iron plate, haven't you? "The Devil snapped.
"What right do you have to criticize me? Weren't you the one who first sent the succubi to seduce the Holy Knights so that lust would take root in the fortress? I was just following your example! "The Lich Walker retorted.
Just as the gods officially declared war, the angels descended one after another, and the war was on the verge of breaking out, Archangel Paimon, who was supposed to be the vanguard, relied on his favor and asked a rather crucial question in a low voice:
"My lord, can you grant me another power? Our enemies are not ordinary mortals. They are existences on the same level as us, and they have the support of a true god. If we fight them now … "
Paimon's concern was not unreasonable. As an archangel who had come into contact with the power of a god, he knew how powerful Nehemiah's prophecy was. More importantly, the archangel had the power to inflict pain on the angels, which would affect the outcome of the battle.
Paimon's master pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he said, "The ancient vow is still in effect. With Darransi and Condronia watching over us, you need not worry."
"Understood. My lord, please wait for my good news," the archangel replied. The Archangel replied, no longer perplexed. He picked up his sword and rushed toward the unknown battlefield.
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