Meanwhile, Lundenwic, 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister's Office.
The starlight unleashed by the fully activated holy sword tore through the clouds blanketing the sky, robbed the sun and moon of their brilliance, and became the most dazzling radiance, proclaiming to every corner of the world where the miracle and holiness now resided.
I'm finished!
Samael, who had been too late to stop it, sensed thousands of familiar auras converging on Britain by sea, land, and air. The desire that temptation had just ignited within him instantly went cold. Sweat beaded across his forehead, and his entire body wilted at once.
Even iron kidneys couldn't withstand such explosive torment.
Should I switch to mobile warfare and pick them off one by one?
So...
Head east?
Retreat west?
Go south?
Or north?
Just as the ancient serpent clutching the Fate Tablet still entertained a sliver of hope and considered how to formulate a targeted strategy, the unrest across the world continued escalating.
The Old and New Testaments suspended in midair seemed to understand their master's thoughts, projecting a new magical image.
Mesopotamia, Jerusalem.
A lush, brand-new Sky Garden rose from the ground. Eleven black panels spread outward like wings, while dense Magic Formations continuously converted and exhaled the ether in the air, supplying the extravagantly luxurious divine palace with the magical energy needed for operation and propulsion.
The rebuilt hanging garden had long since lost any association with the word "vanity." Its shadow even blanketed the entire Mesopotamian plain, like a divine kingdom floating in the heavens.
Witnessing the miracle, believers kissed the Quran and bowed in prayer, passionately chanted Sumerian epics, or recited the Ten Commandments, jointly worshipping this grandeur and glory.
Ever since the divine garden descended, angels from the Church and demons from hell had flooded into this