The dazzling starlight gradually drew in, revealing the figure in blue armor at its center. The armor, faintly glimmering with crystalline points of light, radiated a brilliant, sacred aura, as though it had gathered all the splendor of the starry sky upon itself. By comparison, the four-winged angel Zehongen opposite him seemed utterly dimmed.
Faith Armor! And such pure, powerful faith energy at that! Even someone like him, a powerhouse on the verge of breaking through to the peak of the Kingdom level, was moved by that aura.
Zehongen looked at the figure with deep wariness. At last, he understood why the other party had never shown the "proper" reverence. Right—this Faith Armor... it seemed he had seen it somewhere before...
"I have quite a few questions," the other party's calm voice came before Zehongen could think further. "If I capture you, I should be able to get the answers I want."
Objectively speaking, infiltrating the Holy Mountain was a wonderful opportunity, but one of the essentials of being a spy was keeping a low profile. Chen Rui had been far too conspicuous this time, and believers were not something one could simply bluff one's way through. With his current strength, playing with fire before a powerful pseudo-god like Raphael was no different from courting death. Besides, time in the Demon Realm was quite pressing. He could not remain in the surface world for too long.
Chen Rui felt the long-lost power of Extreme Star Transformation. His current Star Power was already exceptionally refined, and combined with several new realizations, that vast strength which cycled through him as though he himself were the universe was far more powerful than when he had been in the Emerald Forest.
"Hmph! Foolish man, power that does not belong to you is ultimately nothing