He still wore a black trench coat, his expression calm as he looked at the uninvited guest before him.
"This path is closed," the archangel said.
His voice was like the echo of hundreds of millions of believers praying at once, carrying an indifferent, unquestionable authority that reverberated directly through Wu Heng's consciousness.
"Laurel Morik, your actions have seriously interfered with the 'process' that must take place."
Wu Heng's gaze shifted slightly. He did not respond, waiting for him to continue.
"The Apocalypse is ordained fate."
"The seal must be opened, and the Horsemen of the Apocalypse will eventually descend," the archangel continued blandly, as though stating a natural law as inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun.
"This is merely a necessary adjustment and reckoning in the order of creation. Like a grand boxing championship, there must always be a winner and a loser. And this time..." He paused, absolute confidence flashing through his light-forged eyes. "Heaven holds victory in its grasp."
His gaze settled on Wu Heng, carrying a condescending warning. "You, and your little Demon Hunter Guild, would do best to behave yourselves, stay put, and stop trying to interfere or delay the inevitable outcome."
"Once Heaven wins this war, purifies Hell's filth, and reshapes the order of the human world—"
At this point, the archangel's lips seemed to curve into an exceedingly faint smile, one that appeared merciful yet was chilling to the bone.
"Then this human world will become Heaven's kingdom on earth. No disease, no pain, no sin—only eternal order and peace. What could possibly be wrong with that?"
Those words laid bare Heaven's true attitude toward humanity's fate and this global catastrophe.
In their eyes, the Apocalypse was not a disaster, but a 'boxing championship' with the human world as its