When Zhu Rong appeared, Michael, who was at the heart of the Golden Giant, immediately turned solemn.
All angels had been created by that supreme Almighty Lord. Thus, although the angels possessed independent consciousness, they were actually connected in the deepest depths of their minds.
As a result, whenever an angel experienced intense emotions, the other angels would feel them as well.
And for angels, no emotion was more intense than life and death.
Therefore, whenever an angel fell, the other angels could sense it.
Not long ago, the fall of the Virtues had dealt a tremendous blow to all the angels.
After all, every angel—especially the Seven Archangels—had lived through countless long years.
Their lives were history books.
Thus, whenever one of them departed, they left behind a black hole in every angel's consciousness that could never be filled.
Before Eurasia's consciousness vanished, he had projected the final scene he saw in his life, in the most direct manner possible, into the sea of consciousness of every angel.
This allowed the angels to clearly see what Eurasia had seen and feel what he had felt.
Michael remembered it very clearly.
The final scene Eurasia had seen was the divine machine before him.
No, more precisely—
Apart from this divine machine, he had also seen a figure.
It was the figure of an ancient deity.
He wore a phoenix crown, a golden shuttle rose between his brows, and crimson flames burned in his eyes.
His gaze radiated an awe-inspiring divine might that permitted no violation!
It was a gaze that had made countless angels tremble in fear. Sariel in particular, one of the Seven Archangels, had hidden himself away after Eurasia's fall and never responded to another summons.
And now, Michael was facing the divine machine that had taken Eurasia's