No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Above the sky, with each swing of the giant black scythe, a hideous crack was slashed open in its path, spreading hundreds of meters to both sides.

The six-winged angel raised its wings, protecting the white-feathered figure and Haicheng behind it. In the panel that no one could see, Mu Zhixi's fingers moved so fast that afterimages appeared.

She was quickly adjusting the rendering precision of the special effects. The collision in the distance could be done with just some lighting and shadows, since no one could fly up and touch it anyway. The spatial cracks were even simpler; she could just make them into a looping texture.

As for the afterimage of the sickle, just copy and paste it, and add several layers.

The only things that actually consume Faith Points are the aftershocks that "inadvertently" slip through the battle and fall to the ground. As for what is saved, it will all be used for new avatars in the future!

To those on the ground, the battle situation was a completely different story.

The seemingly insignificant black light that erupted from the clash between the two terrifying beings landed on the deserted street in the distance, and the ground silently cracked open, instantly forming a bottomless canyon that stretched for nearly a hundred meters.

The speed at which the two were fighting in the sky was too fast for the naked eye to perceive; all that could be seen was the golden and black light and shadow flashing, exploding, and colliding wildly above the clouds.

Each collision caused the sky to tremble violently, cracking open with countless tiny fissures, which then healed in an instant.

Holding the equipment in his hand, Han Yue was terrified, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He subconsciously believed that those on the forum who had watched the live stream were exaggerators.

Now it seems he was definitely a conservative!

If a few missed aftershocks have this kind of power, what would happen if a complete attack were to land? Would the entire Haicheng disappear from the map?

Han Yue dared not imagine that the more this was the case, the more fanatical his worship of the golden figure in the sky became.

…At this moment, on the other side of the battlefield.

More than a dozen A-level players who rushed over after receiving the emergency dispatch order, along with several S-level players who had been guarding the vicinity of Haicheng, were looking at the scene before them in a daze.

"Captain, should we... continue?"

A young A-level player's voice trembled as he looked at the sky split in two in the distance, his worldview being shaken like never before.

The man known as the captain is a genuine S-rank player, but at this moment he can only smile bitterly.

"Get up? Tell me how to get up?"

Most of them had not watched the live stream of the hunting game that shocked the world, and their knowledge of the Sanctuary Church was limited to those seemingly exaggerated posts on the forum.

Even in just those few minutes of conversation, the amount of information was so vast that their minds almost stopped working: the old royal court, the god-killing faction, the false god, and that lord whose very descent would be unbearable for the world...

An S-rank player looked at his character panel, then at the two figures in the sky, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

Even a player of his caliber, without powerful items, would only have physical attributes a few times greater than an average person, and the so-called S-rank would simply mean being able to withstand a few more strange attacks.

But what about those two in the sky? One is at SS danger level, and the other doesn't even have a health bar. They're not even in the same league.

True combat professions are extremely rare, with only a handful registered throughout the entire Dragon Kingdom. They are so rare that even S-level players like them have never seen more than a few.

Compared to those two in the sky, they felt like they were playing a beginner's version.

"The higher-ups said... that more S-rank, or even S+ rank, combat professionals will come to provide support."

A slightly younger A-level player muttered to himself.

"But...does it really work?"

No one can answer this question.

Shen Die did not participate in their discussion. She simply looked up and gazed worriedly at the increasingly dim golden figure in the sky. His Majesty... was indeed injured.

She recalled their first meeting at the Red Moon Church, where the goddess was unfathomably strong, yet always carried an inescapable air of frailty.

She once said that the world was sick and that pollution would spread, and now, everything has come true.

Unexpectedly, this day came so quickly; the bizarre world had truly descended into reality, and Her Majesty the Goddess had not lied to them.

The reason Your Majesty is currently in a difficult battle is probably because her physical body is too weak to bear more of her power, which is why the opponent can only descend in the form of a projection of her will.

"Your Majesty..."

Shen Die murmured softly.

As if sensing her call, the stunning figure in the sky turned her head slightly.

"Child, it's not your fault."

The beautiful woman's voice remained sorrowful and cold.

"This world cannot withstand stronger power for the time being. He has been lying in wait here for a long time and has long since adapted, while I... am, after all, an outsider."

The beauty sighed softly, and then, as if she had made a decision, the previously dimmed six-winged angel phantom suddenly shone brightly, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"But it's okay."

The beauty murmured in a daze.

"The Lord...is with me."

The moment she finished speaking, her six wings fully unfurled once more. From beyond the heavens came thick beams of light, like spears of divine punishment, swirling around her. Countless golden wings descended from the sky, converging into a golden torrent that blotted out the heavens.

"Divine Revelation: Words Become Law".

"In the next ten seconds, I will receive the authority of the gods, and my every move will be blessed by the divine status."

On the ground, everyone who heard those words went blank, and no one could react for a moment.

The next second, a scene that sent chills down their spines appeared.

The enormous phantom of the six-winged angel clasped its hands together in front of its chest, while Mu Zhixi, standing at the center of the angel, had drops of golden blood slowly flowing from beneath her white-feathered eyes, tracing down her pale, delicate cheeks, carrying a divine yet broken beauty.

"Divine Descent - Divine Glory. Anyone within my sight who disrespects the gods or whom I have judged as heretics will have 50% of their life force forcibly deducted, which cannot be recovered by any means for one hour."

"Divine Judgment - Breath of the Angel. As a messenger of God, I shall be dignified and noble. Within my sight, any person whose life force is less than 51 percent and who blasphemes against the gods shall be beheaded."

"God's Wrath - The Lord is with me. The world I inhabit will be forcibly sealed off, and escape will be prohibited in any form or by any means. Anyone whom I deem a heretic will be subjected to a one-day period of paralysis and dizziness."

? ? ? ? ?

In the sky, Anos's playful smile froze, while on the ground, Han Yue's equipment fell to the ground with a "thud," and a big question mark appeared on his forehead.

Silence, a truly deathly silence. This smooth little combo left everyone dumbfounded, bewildered, and even terrified to tears.

Several players with weaker mental fortitude collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way beneath them, their bodies trembling violently. This... this is a skill that only a human could conceive of.

"Do I need to say it again, like I did back then?"

High in the sky, the beauty sighed softly, her voice revealing a weariness that came from having seen through everything.

"The merciful Lord will forgive you, and I will send you to see Him."

She gently raised her jade-like hand, and in an instant, countless golden wings transformed into a raging storm, sweeping across the sky. Anos's body, shrouded in black mist, disintegrated inch by inch in the golden torrent, along with the pitch-black sky behind him, all of which were purified cleanly.

"It is my honor to die by your hand." Before completely dissipating, Anos transformed back into human form, bowed slightly with elegance, and revealed a satisfied smile on his face.

"It's just... one of my clones."

"To have you personally intervene... I am truly flattered."