A vast surge of Holy Power swept down from the highest reaches of the heavens... or perhaps it should be called divine power. It transformed into light, illuminating the entire homeland of the Saints.
The radiance drove away the darkness. Like the rising sun, the darkness shrank toward the horizon.
Wherever the light spread, the Void Origin Demons were crushed into dust... It seemed to target only the dimensional creatures that had invaded Heaven.
In the city of the Saints, Albert returned to Rob's side.
At that moment, all the angels in the Holy City stopped fighting. They knelt on the ground with their hands clasped, praising the Lord's name.
"What an overwhelmingly powerful transcendent divine domain... Under this radiance, the truths of science have been suppressed almost to their limits. When it comes to the truths of science, I really am still far too insignificant."
Rob could not measure the limits of this immense holy light's power. He could only listen with partial understanding to Albert's emotional remarks beside him.
One Transcendent had already died—just minutes ago. This was the only information Rob currently possessed, because it had happened almost right before his eyes.
Beowulf. That was the name of the powerful Transcendent who had died. The angel who had blasted Beowulf to death was now floating above the Holy City... This strange angel possessed a terror far beyond Albert's.
A sense of danger was an inborn instinct... In an instant, Rob judged that, let alone the person releasing such terrifying holy light above the heavens, even this strange angel over the Holy City might be more than he and Albert could handle together.
"Not good!"
At that moment, Albert suddenly frowned. "Someone is repairing the Throne's interference. How can this be... The repair speed is unbelievably fast!"
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