God of Courage Kim... Descends

"Heretic!"

Xavier was already clad head to toe in heavy armor. Holding a divine staff, he met Amos head-on, his entire body radiating the brilliance of divine power.

Three pairs of wings formed from light and shadow unfurled from Xavier's back. Like a descending angel, he clashed with Amos.

However, compared to Amos, Xavier was still slightly inferior in strength.

"You disgusting wretch, how... much longer can you stop me?!"

Amos roared, swinging both arms as he charged at Xavier.

His every movement drew upon vast amounts of the power of laws. Every strike severely depleted Xavier's divine power.

Within the fortress beneath their battle, Borg, a divine-blooded knight, sat in meditation inside a simple temple.

Outside the temple stood several divine servant angels. Armored and gripping two-handed greatswords, they stood silently at the entrance with their swords planted before them.

Their armor was exceptionally luxurious, and gold-and-red sashes hung from their bodies. This marked them as different from ordinary divine servant angels.

Inside the temple, Borg sat facing the statue, his armor already removed.

Several priests in golden divine robes stood behind him, holding vessels filled with golden liquid.

The golden liquid contained immense energy. The pressure of the power it emitted was no weaker than that of Borg, a legendary knight.

Several priests had already used golden ink to inscribe many divine scripts upon Borg's body.

The divine scripts glittered brightly across Borg's body, containing powerful divine power.

Whenever the priests finished writing a layer of divine scripts, the golden markings slowly vanished, sinking beneath Borg's skin.

Throughout the process, Borg kept his eyes closed and waited. Feeling the fierce battle above the fortress, he recalled his life.

From the moment of his birth, Borg had been the glory of the divine-blooded families.

He had been born with