Recall the Holy Blood!

Seeing this, Twin Demon could not help but grow serious.

As a Demon Lord, although his true body's stats were sealed at 1,200—the limit for an ordinary High Demon—

the authority granted by the Will of the Abyss allowed him to draw upon the power of a layer of demon territory. Within the Abyss's own domain, his stats reached 2,000.

Although this boost did not belong to him personally, it still allowed him to break through the limits of the Golden Breed and glimpse the realm of myth.

"This path of order actually carries a trace of myth..." One of the most obvious aspects of the path of myth was that mythical beings could gather in groups and draw upon the strength of all things.

With order as his core, Guilliman unified the power of the many clergy under his command. He had already begun to brush against myth.

If Guilliman could later comprehend the truth of numbers and undergo a transformation of his soul through it, then even if he did not become a Saint, he could still slightly touch the mythical realm and gain a sliver of hope of embarking on the path of demigodhood.

Unfortunately, he was a clergyman of The Church. That sliver of hope would likely never come to fruition.

This sword would be powerful...

Twin Demon's thoughts shifted slightly, and the shield before him began to change.

Alchemy was truly not suited for offense. Being able to maintain a defensive stance was already enough.

But in the next moment, Twin Demon froze. Something had changed.

"Recall!" The voice of a certain Golden Breed invoking an Edict arrived a step later than the change itself.

Although the newly arrived Rotes saw Naimus, he had no time to avenge his son.

He desperately wanted to kill