In the Annihilator Mecha's palm, the vortex of pure energy reached its peak speed.
Space warped unnaturally around it, as though the laws of physics in that area were being forcibly rewritten.
Atop the city wall, Richard stopped breathing.
The immense power he had gained by sacrificing every believer in the city was now in his enemy's grasp, about to become the blade that would judge his god.
The next moment, a blue beam of light, compressed to its limit, burst from the Annihilator's palm.
The beam was not thick. It was almost slender, yet even Data Heaven's Light Net parted before it.
Inside the beam, no violent energy raged. Countless blue logic runes formed and broke apart at a frequency beyond the naked eye's ability to follow.
It was not an energy attack. It was a Deletion Command.
Outside the city, the black-and-red god that had just swelled upon the Throne of Wrath seemed to sense the mortal threat.
It unleashed a soundless roar. Every bone spike on its enormous body stood on end, gathering an even denser dark-red energy barrier than before.
But it was all in vain.
The instant the blue beam touched the dark-red barrier, it passed through that divine barrier without a sound, like a hot knife through butter.
Then the beam struck the black-and-red god squarely in the chest.
Time seemed to slow.
The surviving soldiers and commanders on the wall froze, their fervor fixed on their faces as a sight that threatened to shatter their souls filled their eyes.
Where the beam struck, the body made of wrath was neither pierced nor blown apart.
Instead, it was erased from the center outward, ring by ring, as if by an invisible eraser.
The black-and-red energy that made up its body dissolved into raw streams