The surrounding great trees crashed down one after another as the Roman army, led by Ducat. Holsom, surged forward. Leading the charge were hundreds of Roman warriors on disc-shaped flying vehicles, all eager to claim the glory. To slay a Cardinal of the Holy See? That was an honor beyond measure; everyone rushed forward in a frenzy.

After the Second Religious War, the mutually devastated Roman Pantheon and the Earth Dark Alliance reached an agreement: all experts above the Mercury level were forbidden from engaging in combat, as stipulated by the Declaration of Seclusion. Consequently, figures above the rank of Archbishop in the Holy See had not appeared on the battlefield for centuries. Killing an Archbishop of the Holy See—that feat alone was enough to elevate an ordinary Roman warrior to the rank of High General!

And here before them were three Archbishops! Three opportunities for promotion and wealth materialized right before their eyes!

The Roman warriors roared as they charged, their bodies having returned to normal size, but every pore on the body of Andre—who was emitting intense silver light—cracked a smile. He too let out a low growl of "Annihilation," and the hundred charging Roman warriors, along with their disc-shaped vehicles beneath them, vanished into nothingness simultaneously.

Two intense silver flames erupted from Andre’s eyes. He pivoted in place, and wherever the silver flames swept, hordes of armed robots and Elven warriors were reduced to ash. Ducat. Holsom, standing on the back of a metal spider several kilometers away, let out a muffled groan, blood spewing from all seven facial orifices at once.

The incinerated robots completely disappeared from this dimension, along with the sliver of mental power he had anchored to them, leaving him unknowingly and grievously wounded.

"Xiao!" Lily shrieked. She raised her hands and pressed them against Ducat. Holsom’s back. Nearly a hundred great trees in the surrounding dense forest moved without wind, and vast quantities of green mist billowed out from their trunks, flowing into her body. Intense green light burst forth from her hands, instantly restoring the deathly pale Ducat. Holsom to normal; his face flushed bright red, his vitality far more abundant than before.

"The Holy See's desperate secret art?" Ducat. Holsom scoffed confidently and extended his right hand. A large amount of silver liquid seeped from his body, swirling and condensing in his hand into a large-caliber sniper rifle. In his left hand, he formed a bullet with a bizarre, spiral-shaped warhead.

The green crystal between Lily’s brows flashed with a blinding brilliance. A flood of green mist surged from the dense forest, condensing in her palm into a large puff of fine green crystals.

Ducat. Holsom took the fine crystals and carefully loaded them into the bullet before coldly shoving the round into the rifle's chamber.

With a casual lift—no aiming necessary—a dull gunshot rang out, and a beam of intense silver-green light erupted from the muzzle, striking Andre almost the instant it left the barrel.

Andre’s body was already nearing collapse; the excessively intense holy power was simply too much for a human to endure. Every single cell in his body had been ravaged by the extreme holy power; in just a few more seconds, his physical form would disintegrate on its own.

The moment the shot sounded, the bullet pierced the silver light coating Andre's exterior, striking his chest and punching a transparent hole through him. A torrent of green lightning surged from the bullet, rapidly destroying Andre's body—but at this stage, there was little left of Andre's flesh to destroy, and his nerves were so fractured he couldn't even register pain.

With a smile unique to a sacrificer, Andre slowly raised his right hand. A silver sphere of light, the size of a human head, hovered in his palm. He said casually, "Sinner who blasphemes the glory of the Lord, accept the final judgment from Him!"

With a flick of his finger, the silver sphere whistled backward, rocketing toward the three Roman Tier-One battleships slowly approaching from behind.

A blinding silver light enveloped heaven and earth. The three massive Tier-One battleships vanished in the intense glare, not even a wisp of smoke remaining. The powerful holy force transformed into terrifying light and heat, instantly reaching temperatures near ten million degrees—a heat that even a hundred Roman battleships combined could not withstand.

Beneath the three warships, a massive crater, two kilometers in diameter, appeared on the ground. The circular pit was smooth as a mirror, capable of reflecting human figures.

Ducat. Holsom and Lily stared in horror at Andre's dying blow. Lily shrieked instinctively and waved her small hand; suddenly, nearly a hundred wooden spears shot out from the surrounding dense forest, stabbing toward Andre with sharp whistling sounds as they broke the air.

Large amounts of silvery-white blood, the characteristic color resulting from holy power destroying cellular tissue, spewed out from the body pierced by the bullet. All the blood splashed onto the cross suspended over Andre’s chest. A dazzling silver light erupted from the cross, instantly forming a pillar of light that pierced the heavens, covering an area spanning dozens of kilometers. Over a dozen Roman warships, having just finished clearing the battlefield and descending from high altitude, were also engulfed in the silver light.

The silver light gradually faded. After quite some time, Andre and the others, whose vision had been nearly blinded by the glare, could finally make out the scene before them.

A silver-white temple, largely collapsed, stood before them, its hundreds-of-meters-high apex crowned with a silver cross. In front of the temple stretched a vast plaza, over twenty kilometers long and wide, paved with pure white flagstones. Yet, this magnificent plaza was overgrown with weeds; tenacious wild grasses had forced their way through the cracks in the stone slabs, utterly messing up the once smooth, mirror-like surface.

On either side of the main temple were two rows of equally grand and imposing side halls. In front of the side hall entrances stood rows of angel statues, the tallest reaching over three hundred meters, all cast from some sort of silver metal. But these angel statues were either missing wings, decapitated, or had large sections of their bodies completely gone without a trace. Some statues lay haphazardly on the ground, riddled with massive impact craters, and bore scorch marks.

The two rows of side halls were also dilapidated: some lacked roofs, some had broken columns, and some had sunk hundreds of meters into the earth, as if forcibly driven into the ground by some immense power. Right next to Andre was a mark resembling a giant palm print—only this print was truly massive. After the passage of who knows how many years, the visible length of the print, excluding the parts filled with weeds, fallen leaves, and dust, was still over a hundred meters long and tens of meters deep.

"Where is this?"

Andre, Ferdinand, and Lagus stared around in astonishment. Andre’s body, which had been on the verge of collapse moments ago, had fully recovered, and he felt more vigorous and saturated with holy power than ever before. He felt as if he could casually destroy a mountain with a mere wave of his hand! The holy power within him surged and churned like an endless ocean tide.

The same transformation occurred in Ferdinand and Lagus. Their physical states were shockingly excellent, and all their external wounds had vanished without a trace. Their skin showed not a single mark; their previously pale complexions were now delicate, like the finest goat cheese, with silver light faintly circulating beneath the smooth, flawless skin.

Ducat. Holsom and Lily stared blankly at their surroundings, too astonished for words.

The several hundred nearby Roman and Elven warriors stared dumbfounded; none of them knew why they had suddenly appeared here.

Over a dozen Roman battleships were stacked haphazardly on the ground. The hatches of the ships were clearly damaged; some impatient Roman warriors simply blasted them open and then scrambled out in their disc-shaped vehicles.

This temple complex covered an area roughly several hundred kilometers in circumference. As far as the eye could see, towering cliffs bordered the area, their golden faces gleaming brilliantly under the dazzling sun. Cliffs thousands of meters high completely encircled the temple, forming a colossal basin. But aside from dense weeds and thickets, there wasn't even a single bird here; the air was heavy with stagnation, silent to the point of suffocation.

"This damn place!"

This bizarre location instilled an instinctual unease in Ducat. Holsom. Simultaneously, he sensed the potent surges of holy power emanating from Andre and the others—it was obvious they had regained their strength.

Gritting his teeth, he pointed fiercely at Andre and the others and roared, "Kill them!"

The Roman warriors, momentarily stunned by the strange temple and the unsettling valley, snapped back to attention. They raised their halberds, preparing to attack.

Andre and his two companions stood back-to-back, forming a triangle. They simultaneously chanted the holy name of the Lord, preparing to summon their Triune Silver Puppets.

Clang, clang, clang...

A deep, muffled sound of metal striking metal suddenly echoed from within the largest temple. At first, the sound seemed to originate from the far rear of the structure, but before long, the metallic clanging reached the main entrance of the partially collapsed temple. Following this, a white figure nearly ten meters tall, leaning heavily on a staff, staggered out of the hundred-meter-high main door.

Light, slightly faded golden hair; deep blue eyes; a flowing white robe riddled with numerous rents; and six wings strapped to his back!

Five of the six wings were grotesquely twisted, clearly having had their bones broken and never having been properly set. Yet, no one could mistake this figure's identity—the Six-Winged Archangel venerated by the Holy See!

"Great Lord!" Andre and the other two were struck as if by lightning, falling to their knees, trembling.

Immense bliss washed over their hearts. Even though this Six-Winged Archangel possessed five broken wings, even though he leaned on a bizarre-looking silver staff, the suffocatingly pure wave of holy power radiating from him could not conceal the truth—he was a true Angel!

Ducat. Holsom snatched Lily and bellowed, "Run!"

Lily's body transformed into a streak of green lightning. The electric current enveloped Ducat. Holsom, and they rapidly vanished into a nearby patch of weeds.

With a crackling sound, countless fine green electrical currents quickly spread along the countless weeds and bushes surrounding them, and in the blink of an eye, the two had fled somewhere unknown.

The Six-Winged Angel raised the staff in his hand and commanded in a low voice, "God Almighty... Sinners, welcome your punishment!"

The silver cross atop the temple emitted a light of ten thousand rays, which covered the entire valley.

When the intense light finally dissipated, every Roman, every Elf, and all their warships had completely vanished without a trace.

The Six-Winged Angel gazed deeply at Andre and the two beside him, saying in a low voice, "Follow me, my people's faithful."

Andre and the others prostrated themselves before the Archangel in deep worship, then scrambled up and, trembling with immense joy, moved toward the temple.

I saw a picture online—one of those legendary chicks with multiple wings. Hmm.

What a strange feeling!

The Six-Winged Angel has arrived; comrades, throw down your votes! Monthly tickets, clicks, recommendation votes... As long as it’s a ticket, I want it.