Hearing the High Priest's blasphemous words, the Golden-Haired Young Bishop's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of coldness appeared in his pale white, glowing eyes.
"Blasphemer, you must not speak rashly of God—"
As he spoke, bright, pure blazing white radiance gathered around him, forming two enormous spears of light blazing with dazzling holy flames.
The spearheads were spiraled, carrying an incomparably sacred and pure Force Field. Nearly a hundred meters long, they made the figure in black bishop's robes beside them appear utterly insignificant.
Strange silver-white patterns and divine script spread upward along the shafts. With every stretch they extended, the pressure emanating from the spears deepened.
By the end, the power fluctuations of the two spears had become abyssal and terrifying, like the judgmental gaze of a god cast upon the mortal world. "You speak of 'God'?"
"Heh heh... Hahahaha!"
As though he had heard something utterly ridiculous, the High Priest paused before suddenly bursting into inscrutable, maniacal laughter. Even his layered ceremonial robes began trembling violently.
For some reason, he did not immediately act to interrupt the bishop, instead silently watching the two spears of light take shape.
"Pathetic lackeys of false gods, a pack of ants dwelling beneath dark fallen leaves, playing with fireflies. How could you possibly understand the greatness of the true gods, who stand alongside the stars above the endless heavens?"
As he spoke, he raised the Ritual Scepter embedded with a strange black stone high overhead, lifted his face toward the sky, and spread his arms in a posture of prayer, as if he wished to embrace the boundless night.
It seemed that some foreign god among the Dark Stars had answered his plea. The chaotic dark green Alien Power shimmering across his body suddenly surged with unparalleled intensity.
It roiled, leaped,