The Second Realm of the Gods

A space in the depths of the entire universe.

With the deaths of Lansius and Badis, the magnificent palace of the Dark Angels, having lost its operators, seemed to begin functioning according to a preprogrammed routine. Flashes of lightning pierced through layer upon layer of space as the towering Sacred Temple returned to where it had originally been.

That place suffused with a pale violet radiance—the former headquarters of the Dark Angels.

The eighteen diamond-like planets surrounding it looked as though they had suffered an immense catastrophe. Most had lost their luster, and only three or four were still revolving. It was as if, with the fall of those Dark Angels, this world too had entered an age of darkness.

Suddenly, amid the sound of rolling waves—"whoosh, whoosh"—ripples spread across the energy currents. The magnificent Sacred Temple tore through space and descended upon a floating expanse of land.

After a while, several bedraggled figures returned as well, arriving in small groups. There were only five of them: three in black robes and two Gray Cannons. These five Dark Angels wore dejected expressions and said nothing. Once they entered the Sacred Temple and saw the empty seat of honor, they could not help but sigh.

They had suffered a crushing defeat in this operation. What they had thought was a sure thing had unexpectedly turned out like this. Even their leaders, Lansius and Badis, had failed to return. They had clearly been eliminated by the Grand Minister and Grand Zeno.

"Even Mr. Lansius and Mr. Badis failed to return safely..."

One Dark Angel's lips trembled, his face deathly pale and his eyes filled with deep fear. Having just escaped from Grand Zeno's hands, he had nearly lost half his life. Looking at the shoulder where his arm was gone, his face