Eleven High Gods Become Sacrifices, Mysterious Power Descends!

"You heard correctly."

Michael's voice was calm, so calm that it sounded as though he were merely stating a fact.

Yet those calm words were more terrifying to the eleven High Gods than any vicious curse.

Boom!

It was as though something had shattered inside their hearts.

Faith, loyalty, glory, the brotherhood and sisterhood they had shared for countless ages...

At that moment, all of it turned into the greatest joke imaginable.

"Wh... why?"

Archangel Raphael's voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.

His face, which always bore a gentle smile, was now filled with pain and confusion.

"Michael... we are brothers and sisters!"

"We were born together in holy light, followed the Dominator into battle together, and guarded the Heavenly Realm together for countless ages!"

"Why would you do this?!"

"Why?!"

Raphael's questioning gave voice to every High God's thoughts.

They could accept dying in battle. They could accept sacrificing themselves for Order.

But they could not accept being used as stepping stones by the leader they trusted most, then cast aside once they had served their purpose.

Michael showed no reaction to Raphael's near tearful accusation.

He did not even feel a shred of guilt.

He merely looked down at the emotionally shattered "brothers and sisters" as if they were fools.

"Why?"

Michael sneered, his voice full of lofty contempt.

"Raphael, can your brain hold anything besides playing with your Authority?"

"Because you are too weak."

"Because the Heavenly Realm is too weak as well."

He slowly spread his arms as if embracing the entire universe, and his voice rose into a fervent cry.

"For countless ages, we have remained stagnant, immersed in the glory of the past, believing ourselves to be the rulers of the universe."

"But what was the result?"

"The Abyss has grown ever