America.
Angel Hall.
Ever since Angel Lord announced that he was about to break through to the Divine Moon Realm, people had been kneeling outside the hall for days on end, day and night.
The name Angel Lord was simply too deceptive. Moreover, America had always been a country where religion flourished. After witnessing so-called "miracles," changing one's faith was hardly unusual. Many people abandoned the cross and began believing in the Angel Church.
They believed that Angel Lord was eternal and indestructible, and that this world was merely a dream of the angels.
The more people believed in angels, the stronger Angel Lord became. The Angel Throne was a special type of Throne that relied on faith to grow stronger, which was why he had been so determined to promote the "New Order." Angel Lord's original intention had been to gather more followers for himself. Who would have thought that he would end up making a wedding dress for Yang God Lord? That was a matter for later.
In short,
America was Angel Lord's home ground, and he had millions of followers here.
All believers bore an angel's mark on their backs. Angel Lord could descend upon them, and those he descended upon would receive a measure of enhancement. Thus, rumors had spread that believing in Angel Lord could improve one's cultivation talent.
Before Angel Hall, believers knelt in worship every day. Now, they stretched down an entire street, filling every road outside Angel Hall. They resembled clumps of human-shaped weeds, densely occupying the area.
Their numbers increased every day. Everyone wanted protection; it was a survival instinct carved into their genes.
At this moment.
The blazing sun hung high in the sky. It was the hottest part of midsummer, and cicadas chirped one after another, their noise blanketing