The gate that suddenly appeared radiated a powerful aura and a holy glow.
The gate opened, and six female angels with eight wings each flew out, clad in white gauze and accompanied by hymns.
At the sight of the gate and the familiar aura he sensed, Gabriel froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Michael and the others, who had already fallen into despair, seemed to glimpse hope as they sensed that familiar aura. Excited smiles spread across their faces.
"Ha ha ha!"
"It's the Main God! The Main God has come to save us!"
Michael was so excited that he cheered.
This was the Holy Gate. The Main God Jehovah liked to make his entrance this way.
They liked it too.
Now, aside from them, Jehovah was the only one entitled to use it.
In their current state, only the Main God Jehovah could free them and save them.
Apollo, the god of the sun, Thor, the god of thunder, Athena, the goddess of war, Hebe, the goddess of youth, and Poseidon, the god of the sea, stood together, shocked yet intensely wary.
Although Gabriel had already told them that Jehovah's divine soul was damaged, and that the Divine Seal prevented him from recovering on his own, weakening his terrifying power in the process, they remained cautious.
Even so, Jehovah's strength was terrifying.
Katelyle narrowed his eyes the instant he saw Jehovah emerge from the Holy Gate with eighteen pairs of wings.
Jehovah had quite an attractive appearance. In the Muggle world, he would have been an idol worthy of being everyone's dream husband.
He was handsome, with striking looks. More importantly, the moment he appeared, his Holy Light aura shone at full strength, giving him an air of warmth and approachability.
Anyone who did not understand Jehovah or lacked