Between sandstorms and thunderstorms, upon the hellish earth, a brand-new Holy Capital stood tall.
Bathed in holy light that reached everywhere, the magnificent city appeared especially towering beneath the austere, frigid radiance.
War Angels patrolled between the fortresses, their sharp gazes sweeping across every inch of land in search of any trace of irregularity. Even in the heart of their territory, they did not relax their vigilance in the slightest.
They would never give heretics any opportunity to defile the Holy Capital.
In recent days, the humiliating incident Beatific Land had suffered at Huai Shi's hands had become the hottest topic in hell.
Every War Angel felt the humiliation and fury practically branded into their souls. Even with such vigilant and stringent preparations, the archangel overseeing the patrols remained dissatisfied.
He had even gathered every member of the garrison and delivered a reprimand.
"You say there were gaps in the defenses? How many archangels have rotated through command of the defenses, one after another after another? Did anything change?" Mercy rebuked them furiously. "Same medicine in a different bottle!"
Clearly suppressing his anger and displeasure, the archangel on the platform had been pointing at the commander, the chiliarch, and berating him for half an hour.
"Why was Beatific Land the only one to suffer such humiliation? Why did the heretics not attack the Sea of Thunder?"
Mercy demanded, "The Sea of Thunder has its reasons too! What kind of troops does their Grand Duke lead? Destruction's Elite Army! What kind of people are you lot? And you expect me to lead you?"
"What level is Beatific Land at now? Just this handful of people, and you're still directing punishments and everything else!"
Growing more impassioned, Mercy beat his chest and stamped his feet. "Can he command? He can't command! He