A beam of light, dazzling as the blazing sun, tore through the void of the Chaos Sea and shot toward the God of Light.
It looked as comical as zapping someone with an electric shock toy, yet the light Michael wielded was holy light bestowed by the lord he worshipped.
The holy light swept through, and the sphere of light the God of Light had become was shattered in an instant.
But Michael showed no joy. A faint golden glow rose in his eyes as his gaze swept across the entire void.
His former outfit of a penniless knight had also changed. Clad in divine armor and holding a divine sword, he now looked every inch a god of war.
Clearly, Michael had no intention of leaving. Though the God of Light had been awakened early from his slumber, Michael still believed he could fight him.
"Does Your Highness intend to hide in his shell like a turtle? I, Michael, would like to test myself against you."
"Oh my, as expected of Michael, who sounds the horn of the world's destruction. Very well, this god will oblige you."
The moment those words fell, a fist appeared out of nowhere and smashed toward Michael's face.
"Holy Shelter."
Michael did not try to dodge. He knew it would be useless. He could only take the blow head-on.
At the same time, he slashed the Sword of Judgment through the void before him. The God of Light blocked it with his other hand.
Boom! The void for dozens of light-years around them shuddered, while the God of Light's fist burst Michael's head like a watermelon.
But things were not so simple. The instant his head exploded, Michael's Holy Shelter took effect. As though time had reversed for him, his body returned at once