The fierce killing intent and hostility that came rushing at him filled Samael with doubt.
However, he soon had no need to worry about it.
The winged Iron Giant God immediately gave Samael an answer.
"...The serpent of Eden, origin of original sin..."
Though he did not know what King Charlemagne now looked like inside the Iron Giant God, his voice had completely become that of an aged man—majestic and solemn, laced with twisted piety and fanaticism. The moment he spoke, he called out Samael's true name.
And in the next instant, the threat descended.
"Enough. Make your exit here. The gates of God's palace are forbidden ground beyond your reach. Hell should be your prison! Kneel here, worship here, for the rebirth of Eden's land!"
In a calm, solemn voice brimming with piety and fervor, King Charlemagne intoned coldly:
"Third Noble Phantasm, deploy—carolus patricius auctoritas (Holy! My radiance spreads across the world)!"
It was light.
A pillar of light—or rather, a bombardment of light?
Like the holy judgment of a god from legend.
At the speed of light, the light locked onto Samael and an area three thousand meters around him, its power rapidly climbing.
"Holy! Holy! Holy!"
At the same time, the phantoms of thirty million angels crossed their hands over their chests and praised loudly. Their blazing white halos trembled and pulsed, forming a divine suppression. The intense heaviness made Samael feel as though he had fallen into a swamp, frozen in midair by that bizarre power.
Damn it! After pulling something this ridiculous, he still had to open with hard crowd control, pinning me in the air under crushing pressure so I couldn't move before finishing me off at light speed.
Why did this feel so much like that old schemer Marduk's style?
Samael cursed inwardly