A Glorious Victory, and Soliers Mending the Heavens Again

Hill looked up at the starry sky, where tremendous tremors echoed. Mammon's long tail hung down, and Bael suddenly leaped onto it.

No matter how powerful this Duke was, without the status granted by Hell, Bael could never be as strong as Mammon.

That was why, among Devils so passionate about fighting for power and profit, no one liked Bael, who was content with his place and lacked ambition.

Even Mammon, whom he sincerely followed, sometimes wondered whether Bael's loyalty was merely an act.

Hill smiled. So it was the World Tree that stood outside this world, protecting them.

The moment that voice sounded, Hill's Mental Sea trembled, telling him that it was the source of his bloodline.

Hill could now somewhat understand how Elves felt toward Corellon. No wonder even Elves of the Evil Alignment respected the Father of Elves.

Of course, Rose's Dark Elves did not count, but they had never denied Corellon's identity either.

Even among the Dark Elves, many still retained their respect for the Father of Elves.

The sensation of one's bloodline and soul trembling together was far too stirring.

It was the origin of one's life, the realization that without his existence, yours could never have existed.

Mammon's long tail lashed out tentatively, but William's silver barrier merely swayed gently before holding firm.

The Undead stood solemnly on the ground. Beginning from the outermost edge of the silver barrier, they held hands one after another, glowing with light. Those at the very front were all Priests of the God of Space-Time, one hand pressed tightly against the crystal-like silver barrier.

Using the power of space-time within them, William had created a defensive formation strong enough to withstand an Archdevil's power.

The Radiant Knights standing in the center were somewhat at a loss.

They had