Paradise City, outside the city.
In an occupied Snake People Temple, the sacred statue that had once enshrined the Ring Angel had been smashed to pieces.
The Ring Angel's original form should have been that of an exceptionally handsome, long-haired young man wearing a monocle, with three pairs of wings—six wings in total—behind him and a snake tail below the waist. He held a ring in both hands before him, smiling as he looked down upon the earth.
But now, his upper body had already shattered and collapsed onto the ground.
The golden ring he had held had been stolen, while the silver wings inlaid with six-colored gemstones had been snapped. Naturally, the diamond monocle had also been taken—though it had actually been embedded in the statue's eye, so half its face had been violently smashed apart as well.
In this world, where gods truly existed, such an act was undoubtedly genuine blasphemy.
But for these Parthians, who held such a simple view of reincarnation... they were already mentally prepared to be cast into hell after death. They had even just finished making plans to massacre the city.
Did they really still care about a little blasphemous taboo now?
Since the Ring Angel had not reached out to help them when they suffered, then it had no right to stop them now that they had come to take revenge.
Among those hated by the Red Hand Party were, of course, the high-and-mighty temple priests. Compared with ordinary Free People, they possessed greater power and status. Not only were they unlikely to suffer hunger, they did not even need to work to dress in fine clothes, enjoy attendants' company, and live without worry over food or clothing.
Now that they had the power and opportunity for revenge, naturally, they could not