Final Battle Preparations!

A valley lay scarred with destruction. Many areas still retained the aura of "light," making the entire place exceedingly bright.

A Godchosen lay amid the ruins, his body mangled, with only a few parts still intact.

Even after calling upon the mighty power of the "god" to descend and possess him, he had still been unable to defeat that glowing man.

It filled him with utter humiliation.

At that moment, he glared fixedly at Colin and cursed:

"The Lord will—"

Before he could finish, Colin stomped down viciously. In an instant, the entire area shook, as though that kick had shaken heaven and earth.

The Godchosen was completely reduced to a pile of mangled flesh.

"If there's nothing wrong, don't make decisions for your 'Lord.' Be more grateful in daily life instead of making enemies."

Colin shook his head. Having mercifully sent the other man to meet his Lord, he withdrew his foot.

Then he turned and walked toward the rear, where a young girl dressed in white robes trimmed with gold stood outside.

"Let's go. Time to deal with the next location."

"Okay."

Shana nodded and followed Colin out of the valley.

A large number of Holy Light Alliance members in standard uniforms had gathered outside the valley.

They were stationed at various posts, manning War Chariots, artillery, and other weapons of war, craning their necks curiously toward the valley.

After all, Just moments ago, while they had been fiercely battling the Fallen Race, a beam of light—no, two beams of light, one after the other—had descended from the sky.

After a brief moment of confusion, they immediately received word from their superior officers—

His Majesty had arrived!

Then, everyone withdrew from the battlefield and deployed defenses around the perimeter according to protocol, though that was merely a precautionary