Yahweh's cruel words finally extinguished the last trace of expectation and nostalgia Michael held for him.
As if everything supporting her had collapsed, the archangel stood there with vacant eyes, silent.
She no longer knew how to answer Yahweh's words, nor how to resolve the current predicament.
Many angels were in the same state as her.
There could be no more complete collapse than having one's faith of many years utterly shattered.
Yet Ye Ting slowly spoke, revealing the whole truth:
"Using brainwashing and manipulation to control them, squeezing out the last shred of benefit from your believers. Yahweh, this isn't the first time you've played this trick, is it?
"I was wondering how, after losing the Seal Ring and losing the wedge between yourself and humanity, you managed to maintain your power and even go further, becoming a god above gods in a small world—considering what Gabriel and Michael once told me, about the disappearance of the Holy Spirits from Heaven in recent years, I'd say they most likely became your sustenance.
"Those people who once worshipped you fanatically had everything about them easily controlled by you. Their souls were burned as fuel to supply you, allowing you to sustain yourself, allowing you to become a god above gods in a small world without having your own will consumed, until they themselves were completely annihilated, without even the possibility of reincarnation—Yahweh, you really outdid yourself.
"Although, in response to the decline of the Age of Gods and Ragnarok, deities everywhere have begun placing importance on spreading their faith, you are the only god I have ever seen who exploits his own believers like this—I have never seen a god so shameless!"
Ye Ting's words made Yahweh's expression darken at once.
Then came another burst of sinister laughter.
"Yes, just