"I admit my oversight." The scorn had vanished entirely from Michael's face, replaced by an exceptionally sharp gaze. "Your strength now is astonishing. You are qualified to stand as my equal, and worthy of making me wield my true power..."
As Michael spoke the word "oversight," pale golden flames had already risen from his body. By the time he finished his last sentence, the flames had solidified over him, becoming a suit of pale golden armor.
This was no ordinary Faith Armor. As it appeared, an enormous figure emerged overhead, vaguely resembling Michael. Yet upon closer inspection, the entire phantom was composed of countless star-like points of light.
The immense phantom resonated with the whole of White Cliffs. Even the sun in the sky turned golden. Taking it for a descending miracle, the believers fell to their knees and prayed.
The power of faith generated by those prayers flowed directly into the phantom. Countless voices rose within the Ancient Gladiator Arena—not only prayers from White Cliffs, but also the power of faith from Michael's primary and secondary kingdoms.
Intermingling, merging, kneading together—every syllable contained terrifying might capable of annihilating all things.
"I told you, I am the man closest to god!" Michael's proud laughter echoed throughout the Ancient Gladiator Arena. "To die beneath the strongest strike of Radiant Forgiveness is an honor for you."
Before Michael's enormous phantom had even attacked, its incomparably majestic presence had already completely suppressed Ben Hong.
The entire Ancient Gladiator Arena began to tremble faintly. Severe cracks spread across the central area, unable to heal themselves as they had when Ben Hong destroyed them before. On the stands, Gabriel had already taken the form of a twelve-winged angel, a faint glow seeping from his body.
Clearly, even an artifact capable of amplifying its wielder's power