The sky above the Magic City Stronghold had long since been torn apart by blinding golden light and raging torrents of energy.
Alarms wailed through every street and over every building still standing.
Boom!
A massive pillar of Holy Light crashed from the heavens into the stronghold's outer energy shield, sending ripples surging across its surface.
The shield shook violently, its glow dimming.
The Angel Legion poured through the torn clouds like an endless swarm of golden locusts.
This time, the God of Light System had clearly thrown everything it had into the attack.
Five God-rank Angels, each radiating power far beyond an ordinary Archangel, hovered above the legion and looked coldly down at the mortal stronghold struggling to survive.
The pressure from any one of them was enough to break an ordinary superhuman's nerve.
"Purge this place! For the glory of our lord!"
The leading Archangel spoke without a trace of emotion and pointed his Holy Light Greatsword toward the heart of Magic City.
Almost at once, the ground exploded. Two utterly different yet terrifying auras shot into the sky.
A crimson column of magma erupted and took the form of a hulking figure wielding a giant molten hammer: the Lord of Lava.
He roared and swung his hammer, smashing dozens of diving Angels into charred remains.
On the other side, the Lord of Torture's unsettling laughter echoed across the battlefield. His domain spread silently, dragging some of the Angels into endless torment.
But the enemy held an overwhelming advantage in God-rank Angels.
One God-rank Angel waved a hand. Holy Light formed chains that instantly wrapped around the Lord of Lava and slowed his movements.
Another began chanting a divine prayer. Pure Light Power surged like a tide against the Lord of Torture's domain, suppressing his dark power.
"This