On the deserted wasteland, a sheet of silver light flowed silently, then rose and transformed into an arched gate.
When Michael emerged from the Moon Gate, he had already dispelled Giant Body and set foot on the wasteland in Morton's body.
The Moon Gate dissipated behind him. He had already left the territory of Freedom Wings, and there would be no satellite tracking or positioning him overhead. It was nearly impossible for any organization to find him in such a short time.
Therefore, Michael was in no hurry to leave. Instead, he chose to walk slowly across the wasteland on his own two feet.
"Justice Apostle is indeed troublesome."
"If we meet again, we have to destroy that mecha first. We can't let it deploy Divine Domain."
"Otherwise, in the City of Justice, even ants can crawl up and bite me. That feeling is truly unpleasant."
"I somewhat understand Eurasia now."
"We've been gone for too long—so long that the creatures on the ground have forgotten that they should kneel and worship us."
Michael looked into the distance, observing the world through the old man's eyes.
"But next, I have more important matters to deal with."
"I have to find the Lord's Holy Relics. Only then can I revive Him."
"But finding the Holy Relics alone won't be enough. I also have to find the Holy Grail. That cup once held a drop of the Lord's blood."
"That drop of blood will be the key to reviving our Lord."
Michael's gaze seemed to pierce through the distant passage of time and settle on the other end of a far-off era.
"Back then, the Lord entrusted this sacred vessel, which held a drop of His blood, to the first human He created."
"I was once ordered to protect that human. He