Michael said expressionlessly, "The Fallen Ones are the deepest darkness in this universe. They're vermin. They pollute everything."
"The air they breathe becomes poisonous gas. The things they touch decay. The living beings they come into contact with will fall."
"Since the Fallen Ones have appeared in this building, the humans inside have already had their souls polluted. After death, they no longer have the right to return to our Lord's embrace."
"Such humans no longer need redemption."
Pule was silent for a moment before saying, "So this is what I believed in before? Something this absurd?"
"Just because you hate the Fallen Ones, you hate all those who don't even know what happened—those who merely happened to have the Fallen Ones among them."
"With the way you act, do you even deserve to call yourselves gods?"
Michael raised the golden greatsword in his hand. With a boom, flames erupted from the blade, surging into a pillar of fire that reached the heavens.
The golden pillar of fire shot into the clouds as though it intended to cleave heaven and earth apart, radiating wave after wave of energy.
"Gods do not call themselves gods."
"Rather, we were born as gods."
"Those who are gods naturally have the right to judge all living beings upon the earth."
"Now I declare that the humans in this building have been polluted by the Fallen Ones. They shall be sentenced to death and executed immediately!"
The Justice Apostle still had no intention of yielding. Instead, it raised its greatsword as well.
A point of golden light lit up at the tip of the sword and spread outward.
Within the golden radiance, a phantom castle rose into view. A banner fluttered above it, bearing the image of a golden balance.
The Justice Apostle unleashed its