Foundation of Destiny

"Rumble."

Dark Moon, Jackal, and Quinn had fled back to Sin Prison Island in panic.

More than a hundred of them had gone to stop the giant corporation's Mechanical Sea, but now only three had returned. Everyone else, whether from the Extreme Will Army or the navy, had perished!

"Another High-level Apostle!" Dark Moon spat blood as he spoke.

Jackal said painfully, "Our bodies are malfunctioning in all kinds of ways. The operating errors are enormous, and we can't fight normally at all..."

Quinn clutched his forehead. "It's an ultra-powerful Five-dimensional Field controlling all Elementary Particles... all of them!"

Everyone looked up, only to see angels everywhere, above and below.

Hundreds of millions of angels controlled countless unmanned combat units, densely filling the entire space.

It was like a mechanical ocean surging toward them, its scale so immense it was suffocating.

Of course, the powerhouses present did not fear these angels at all. After all, Dominion Angels were merely three-dimensional units.

Most of them were Dominion Angels. Only around a hundred million, riding the multilayered winged rings transformed from Sky Carriers, were Throne Angels, possessing god-level combat power.

They were merely at the level of the New Gods. Even in such numbers, the Three-Eyed Race, strengthened by countless boosts, did not fear these units.

However, above the densely packed angel army stood a Seraphim radiating dazzling pulse light.

Its form resembled a woman's torso, like an artistic breastplate suspended in the air, with a pair of enormous wings made from countless Purple Light Blade feathers.

"Hum!"

A head and limbs formed from energy appeared on that chest and abdomen. Its face, woven from light and shadow, radiated majesty.

It was none other than the Emperor's Confidant—Gaia.

"Joshua, decide whether to release Saint Peter."

She spoke with a resounding yet ethereal