"Light and justice would ultimately achieve final victory!"
Through the lens of history, this should have counted as an ancient and mighty civilization that had vanished into the annals of time.
After countless billions upon billions of angels of light united as never before and utterly crushed the Ancient Dark Hell Civilization, the will of the Light Paradise Civilization gradually spread outward alongside missionaries' crosses, showering down upon the intelligent beings of the world.
Innumerable missionaries of light marched forward one after another, striving for the so-called ideal of justice in their hearts and killing every heretic who refused to submit to the will of light.
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
Qiliye, the twelve-winged Angel King, stood high above the Well of Light.
Within the Well of Light, every drop of golden liquid had been condensed from the hymns and praises of one hundred and twenty thousand of the purest believers over their entire lifetimes. Only after the accumulation of more than ten eras had this legendary, bottomless Well of Light finally been filled!
Compared to such vast, majestic, and magnificent power, even the energy Antonio would expend billions of years later to pry the Wizard World with the Fate Lever would be no more than a cup of water before a cartload of burning firewood.
Above the Well of Light stood an enormous cross. The fourteen-winged angel Jehovah was nailed to it, the statue lifelike in every detail.
Legend had it that Jehovah had seen through reality and illusion, traversing different dimensional planes. To save mankind and take pity on all living beings, he had sacrificed himself in exchange for the continued existence of the Light Paradise Civilization. Thus, the people of the world could continue atoning for their sins and achieve self-redemption. He was also the only fourteen-winged angel