Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Even so, the monsters continued to chant praises to the Lord intermittently, their shattered bodies healing at a visible speed, their outer armor reforming as well.

The two powerful angels, resembling giant infants clad in armor and wielding massive axes, recovered the fastest and were about to break free from the rock wall, intending to resume their annihilation of the nearby life.

boom!

In an instant, sonic booms resounded, and a figure in purple and white, as fast as lightning, rushed to the rock wall, where a pair of fair fingers grabbed the necks of the two monstrous angels with feathers.

"Shut up, so noisy!"

With a sudden, cold snort, those fair fingers, with incredible brute force, forcefully pulled the two Archangels off the rock face and slammed them hard into the ground.

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, radiating spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the vicinity.

At the center of the explosion, two nearly shattered combat weapons were embedded in the crater created by the impact. One of them, with only half a head remaining, stared intently at the figure in the smoke and dust, intermittently repeating the pronouncement of destiny.

"The Creator...will surely...descend, and the world...will surely...be reborn..."

"boom!"

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stomped down with his raised right foot, crushing the thing that was a hybrid of metal, light, and flesh into a pile of mud.

"Hmph, false god!"

The purple-haired saintess clapped her hands with a cold snort, then looked around and turned to call out into the cave.

"Alright, it's safe outside for now!"

After a rustling sound, hundreds of people hiding in the cave with hidden incantations carefully emerged.

They included Persians, Romans, Greeks, and even Egyptians who had been scattered from the solar ship.

"This place has been exposed; we must evacuate as soon as possible!"

With the purple-haired saint's solemn reminder, the survivors, young and old, helped each other, the able-bodied supported the wounded, the women watched over the children, and the warriors, magicians, and heroic spirits dispersed to the surrounding areas to scout ahead and keep watch, avoiding the angels that roamed overhead searching for targets.

The apocalypse has arrived; it is a shared catastrophe for both humanity and the gods. Nationality and stance are no longer important.

The task that the Tower of Babel failed to accomplish was achieved by a calamity.

Martha turned to look at the ruins of the tower and shook her head with a sigh.

"It shouldn't be..."

Just as the purple-haired saintess was coordinating the transfer of survivors, the green-haired shepherd first glanced at Martha, then raised his hand to stroke his chin, looked around at the angel's remains on the ground, and muttered to himself.

"What shouldn't be done?"

"What he meant was that a saintly apostle with such unwavering faith as you should have collapsed upon seeing the truth before you, so why did you treat these angels so harshly?"

As the Queen of Sheba cast a spell to clean up the traces and conceal the presence of the crowd, she revealed King David's confusion.

"A true friend! As expected of the wise queen praised by Solomon, that brat is really lucky."

While praising someone, King David couldn't help but reveal a hint of sourness and jealousy in his tone.

Immediately, while assisting in the transfer of the wounded, the rather curious King David couldn't help but ask further questions.

"By the way, you weren't so devastated that you've already converted to Christianity, were you?"

"My faith in the Lord has never wavered. He is always the embodiment of human hope and love, and He will surely lend a helping hand to those who suffer!"

Martha responded solemnly without hesitation, her eyes clear.

"The one at sea, it has nothing to do with what you're talking about."

King David pointed to the temporarily malfunctioning white giant, his expression strange.

"That is merely a false god who uses the name of God to commit these evil deeds. The true God has always been here..."

The purple-haired saint grasped the cross and the broken Star of David, pressed them to her chest, and murmured something with unwavering resolve.

In a daze, King David and the Queen of Sheba understood everything from those clear eyes.

The saintess does not worship false idols or fixed, arrogant deities, but rather the embodiment of humanity's beautiful wishes and will.

God can influence those under His rule, and people can also shape the God in their own hearts.

The Lord who saves the Jews still exists and will forever remain in their hearts.

At this moment, amidst the series of shocking events, King David and the Queen of Sheba, who were also somewhat bewildered, suddenly understood, exchanged a smile, and shook their heads helplessly.

They've lived so long, yet they're not as insightful as this Holy Maiden.

"You two, stop standing around! We've received a distress signal over there, come help us!"

Martha's shouts from nearby immediately snapped the two out of their reverie.

"Coming right now, Your Highness."

With this heartfelt response, the two heroes shook their heads and chuckled, immediately gathering their thoughts and setting off.

"aria!"

"The Eye of the Elf, the Wisdom of the Demon God!"

"Prepare yourself, Iron Fist Judgment!"

Immediately afterwards, divine chants mixed with the explosions of ether resounded one after another, and dust billowed up in front of them.

By raising the angle and looking down from the void, one can clearly see that after several rounds of devastation from the Doomsday Judgment, some people trembled in the ruins, while others rose up in the ruins, gathered their forces, and, with the help of the terrain and their cooperation, launched a tug-of-war with the angel legion.

The flames of war on the Greek continent are merely ripples beneath a great wave.

Meanwhile, the Oceanus Sea, the main battlefield, was experiencing a series of raging waves.

Like a river of light, the ether flowed irreversibly back into the body of the white giant. As the sea fog dissipated, the unharmed core of Wilpa trembled and pulsed, and the bands of light re-weaved and coalesced into the shape of a crown.

It can't be penetrated!

That thing couldn't even be destroyed by the spear at the end!

The gods sensed the rising divine power of the sea, their expressions changed drastically, their hearts sank to the bottom, and an intense sense of oppression washed over them.

The Holy Lance "Rongominiad," the spiraling spear of light in Gaia's hand, is the "Tower of the End" used to maintain the surface of the world, possessing powerful sealing, penetrating, and attacking capabilities.

In theory, this thing is more powerful than regular divine-made weapons.

Even so, this "anchor of storms" that can pierce through the stars cannot penetrate the star core that Wilpa can traverse the void.

This means that their current methods are simply incapable of destroying the white giant at sea!

The current stalemate has plunged the gods into a bitter struggle.

The angel legion, tireless and fearless, launched one frontal charge after another without regard for death.

To avoid a complete collapse, Samael and his men, despite their increasing exhaustion, could only grit their teeth and persevere, like rocks cutting through the waves, stubbornly holding the line ahead.

"Flame of Destiny!"

"I am the thunder that tears the stars apart!"

"The Great God declares!"

"Anti-Genesis!"

"Piercing through the indestructible Rakshasa!"

"Cursed Layer - Black Heaven Cave!"

"Perfect Protection, Restraint Lifted!"

The gods, together with Gaia, the spirit of the stars, repeatedly repelled the onslaught of angels and launched their strongest attacks on the flickering star core time and again.

However, despite repeated bombardments, Wilpa's core remained indestructible, and the surrounding crown of light became even more solid as it absorbed the dissipated ether.

hum!

Amidst the eerie, chilling tremors, the white colossus had completed its physical regeneration, opened its eyes, and once again reigned supreme, laughing coldly.

"Spiritual particles converge, divine power is replenished, the world is already decayed, destruction is rebirth! Insects that parasitize this planet, taste the power of the light of creation! —Ain-Soph Aur (Infinite Light)!"

Instantly, the Kabbalah Tree of Life, which was hanging upside down above the white giant, began to rotate and converge, and the three energy rings gradually merged into one.

In the ten elements of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, after passing the first Sephirah "crown," one encounters a three-layered energy ring.

The first layer is "Nothing (Ain)".

Next is "Infinite (Ain-Soph)".

The final layer is "Infinite Light (Ain-Soph Aur)".

This represents the origin of the most divine and sacred, the beginning of the stillness of all things.

But in order to be reborn, destruction must first come!

As the divine chant echoed, it was as if the first ray of light, breaking through the primordial chaos, shot out from the crown's band, tearing open narrow, elongated fractures in the space it passed through.

Angels, gods, humans, and heroic spirits alike vanished in this terrifying radiance, and all things perished.

Click!

Like the trembling sound of a mirror shattering, the twelve spears that had been pinned to the ground and held together the world's walls disintegrated.

Boom boom boom!

Immediately afterwards, the infinite light that shot forth split into countless beams of light halfway through its path, like a meteor shower with long, fiery tails, streaking across the sky.

As meteors rub against the air, the boiling, rich ether bursts forth with the same dazzling light in the skies of different divine eras.

Countless lives look up in awe.

Looking up at that distant broom star, galloping across the sky.

The view from the planets looking up at the sky is like a still frame of an oil painting, frozen in time.

Life, gazing upon such a breathtaking scene, mistakenly believes this moment to be the eternity of the universe, marveling at the teardrop-like shooting star, which evokes such profound emotion.

However, those insignificant and humble beings were unaware that those were fragments of a star that were about to end their world.

next moment.

One after another, radiant celestial bodies fell to all corners of the world, unleashing terrifying explosions that nearly upended the entire surface of the earth.

The ground is burning.

The world is burning.

Everything that could be called "civilized" was trampled and destroyed.

An being with intellect is not even allowed to be subordinate.

Countless specks of starlight, like phosphorescent powder, were scattered from this mass of starlight. The animals that suffered from the pollution endured immense pain, their bodies becoming deformed and enormous, eventually collapsing and perishing in the continuous destruction and venting.

On the Oceanus Sea, the gods, survivors of the catastrophe, stared blankly ahead.

The Blue-White Star Spirit, who was the first to be hit, was pierced through in the instant of the clash. A hideous hole melted into his chest, and his entire body disintegrated like shimmering sand.

At the same time, a slender, curled-up blue-white ball of light, like an embryo emerging from its mother's womb, fell toward the sea.

Chapter 214 This world has gone mad! (1/3)

"Quickly! Protect the star core!"

Seeing the blue-white giant disintegrate due to Wilpa's impact, and the celestial spirits escape from it, Athena's expression changed drastically. She immediately shouted urgently and took the lead in riding Pegasus toward the area where the blue-white ball of light had fallen.

That's Gaia!

Samael's cross-shaped pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately flapped his metal wings, following closely behind.

Meanwhile, realizing the gravity of the consequences, the gods launched a powerful offensive, breaking through the angels' encirclement and rushing to their aid.

Holy! Great! My Lord!

The time for judgment has come. By doing so, all things will be restored, the Kingdom of Heaven will surely descend, and the planet will be rebuilt!

The sweetness emanating from the celestial beings and the power of the infinite light piercing through the world's walls stirred the angelic army into a frenzy. The flames on their bodies seemed to sense the fluctuations in their emotions, burning fiercely.

All sorts of bizarre angels, like meteors encased in flames, plummeted from the sky towards the place where the Star Spirits fell.

If the planet's last spiritual resistance is devoured and absorbed by Wilpa, then there will truly be no chance of saving the entire Earth!

That is the real Ragnarok, the end of humanity!

Both sides in the conflict have gone mad, they've all gone mad!

Figures rushed headlong into the sea that was being eroded by nothingness, engaging in frenzied attacks and battles. The colorful streams of ethereal light formed dazzling auroras of various colors, and the magical tides surged and flowed continuously.