Roar!
A low beastly roar filled with terrifying majesty resounded through the heavens. Clouds and lightning scattered in all directions, while a massive shadow descended over the earth.
The birds, beasts, insects, and ants that had survived nearby in this desolate environment either fled the area in terror, fell trembling to the ground and prostrated themselves, or charged about wildly until they died in madness.
Looking up, the lofty sky was clearly covered in a gloomy shadow despite it being noon.
It had seven heads and ten horns. Its tail dragged away a third of the stars in the sky, and its spread black wings blotted out the entire heavens.
Whether it was the radiance of the stars, the blazing light of the sun, or Heaven's sacred brilliance, all of it was swallowed by that darkness.
Before it, the evil dragon Fafna, which had previously been nearly a hundred meters long, looked like a tiny, fragile reed.
The Wyverns wailed and trembled, shivering like frightened quails.
In the blink of an eye, the monster with Seven Heads and Ten Horns raised its crowned heads. Ink-black darkness billowed from its body, like molten iron poured across the sky, scorching through the vault of heaven. The sacred light of Heaven vanished in an instant.
Wherever the darkness reached, thousands of phantom Old Testament angels twisted and melted into specks of luminous dust, only to be devoured completely.
In an instant, heaven and earth went dark.
This sudden turn of events made both the Church and Enzworth, who had been fighting, stop at the same time. They looked up at the shadow over the temple that covered the sky and sun, their expressions changing drastically. The instinctive trembling of their bodies gradually became reverent awe and terror, as though they wished to worship