"Why didn't it kill him?"
Floyd stared fixedly above the holy mountain at Solarian, who was gravely wounded yet twisting in a strange dance, utterly baffled.
Beside the emperor, the four grand dukes also wore grave expressions. According to their conjecture, Solarian should have long since become part of nothingness by now. Before the power of a god, even the empire's emperor had died so easily; the Pope should have been no exception.
But he was still alive.
Starlight flickered at his side, and at last, in this moment, Ryan knew where the Source of Spirituality had come from. He silently watched the holy mountain. Without him, could Solarian have become a god?
He still maintained his negative stance, but at this very moment, Solarian's display had clearly surpassed everything a Demigod could do. Above the holy mountain, the world around Solarian gradually warped, and an illusory kingdom emerged with him at its center. This was a domain only great beings could touch. Within the outline of the Divine Kingdom, the Pope looked down upon all things in the world, then toward the many foundations of the empire.
He could not withstand them.
But those great auras could not lock onto him within the Divine Kingdom either. Those powers simply could not touch life inside an unknown Divine Kingdom. As more and more souls surged in, Solarian felt his power sublimating. It was a limit beyond what mortals could control. "So this is divinity. Great divinity shapes all things and holds the authority of destruction and creation."
"I will become a god."
Solarian's gaze was vast and majestic. Step by step, he walked out beyond the holy mountain. Even without the power of the Lord of Dawn, at this moment he no longer feared the Florian Empire's means of slaughter.