Gods Enter Valhalla

"Number Seven is about to sound. The kingdoms of the earth shall become the kingdom of our Lord and His Christ. Glory, majesty, power, and authority all belong to Him. Wind, obey the holy word of the Lord and grant destruction! Bestow upon the fallen things the hammer of judgment!"

As the harp strings were plucked, a majestic and magnificent melody unfolded.

Upon a low hill in the distance stood a handsome young man with short green hair, a harp in his arms. He chanted praises like song and poetry as a translucent pale-blue giant hammer of aether formed above his head and crashed toward Samael.

Hot Spring Pass lay behind him. Facing this heavy blow, the ancient serpent neither dodged nor retreated. He stepped forward and twisted his body, using his waist as an axis. The Flame Demon Sword in his hand gathered the Aether Tide and unleashed a fierce fiery explosion, instantly annihilating the giant hammer in midair before continuing forward like an enraged dragon, blasting toward the low hill.

Before it even drew near, the rolling heat brought an intense burning sensation over the green-haired man's entire body, as though he were being roasted in the fires of hell.

"Our Father in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Bestow Your favor so that darkness may not corrode my body—Divine Protection!"

A powerful sense of danger surged into his heart. The green-haired man's expression changed drastically, his former laziness turning into cold sweat. He hurriedly plucked the strings, chanting in a high and solemn voice. Layer upon layer of blazing white radiance covered his body, forming a barrier like the phantom of a reflected kingdom.

But as the fiery sword light struck, cracks like a