Where Is Your Holy Light? What Have Humans Done to You?

"System, use 'Character Card: Apocalypse'!"

[Host equipped with 'Character Card: Apocalypse', countdown 300 seconds, start time]

At the same time as the plane crashed, Russell used the Apocalypse Character Card, which transformed him into this image of an angel descending.

The angel's arrival was not what he wanted. At first, he thought that he had already used up all the Character Cards, and if the character was smaller than Apocalypse, wouldn't that be a loss of face?

That's definitely not possible!

Then, since the size has already increased to enormous size, the Wings of Light can't be stingy.

Otherwise, with those tiny wings on his back, people who don't know him might think he's from a poor film crew with insufficient funds!

No doubt about it, it scales up proportionally, and it doesn't require much Angel's Power anyway, so I don't feel bad about it.

As for that dazzling light, well...

Actually, it can be explained. Russell didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted something auspicious.

After using the Apocalypse Character Card, Russell and Apocalypse were basically evenly matched. To break the deadlock, they had to rely on twisted logic, or rather, external help.

For example, special effects!

Someone once said that strength is judged by special effects; whoever has the most special effects and the brightest light is the true king.

Without saying a word, Russell activated the Illumination Spell, and there he was, a super human-shaped light bulb.

Don't ask who that person is; one sentence can be interpreted in a hundred ways, resulting in a profound 8,000-word reflection. That person is currently feeling quite frustrated!

Hey you: It's just a punctuation mark, why are you all babbling on about it?

And you know what? The special effects are amazing. With Russell's down-to-earth and low-key entrance, Apocalypse immediately raised his hand to cover his face, feeling ashamed and taking two steps back, not daring to be in the same shot as Russell.

At the same time, countless households in front of their televisions held their breath, not daring to blink.

The two gods are about to go to war, not the kind of human war that uses the name of spreading faith, but a true war of gods. Regardless of whether Apocalypse is qualified to call himself a god, they have accepted Russell's status as an Old Gods.

Simply put, the design really hit the sweet spot for the public!

These wings!

This light!

In front of the television, countless believers fainted from excitement.

The camera returns to Cairo, where Russell's Illumination Spell fades, gradually revealing his true form.

It consumes too much power!

Giantification only allows control of the body, not the Magic Power within. Just a moment ago, half of his Magic Power was burned up.

This was unprecedented. He had never known what it was like to be short of mana before, but now he did—it was about the same as being with Supergirl.

The blinding light faded, Apocalypse barely opened his stinging eyes, a hint of anger rising on his cold face.

He painstakingly orchestrated this grand spectacle to utterly humiliate Russell and obliterate the faith of the world, not to create a stage for Russell to show off.

"Old Gods, you..."

"False god, you are guilty!"

Russell didn't waste any words, and with a slap of the lid, he gave Apocalypse no chance to refute.

He gestured to his side, and the flying sand gathered between his five fingers, transforming into a large, snow-white, translucent sword.

The sword is plain and unremarkable, without any decoration or embellishment. Apart from its length of about 40 meters, it strictly adheres to the principle of being low-key.

Just like Russell himself!

The reason for using the power of the Apocalypse to create a greatsword instead of Holy Light Longsword is the same: only the body gets bigger, while the Angel's Power remains the same.

Upon seeing Apocalypse, Apocalypse frowned slightly. During their last encounter, Russell had not demonstrated his abilities to grow to gigantic size and to reorganize matter.

However, he didn't think too much about it. No matter how many abilities Russell had, he would be the one to win. The stronger Russell appeared, the more shocking his victory would be.

Buzzing!!

The giant sword tore through space, creating a huge rift in the air like flying droplets, and the aftershocks spread out, creating a terrifying wind pressure.

Battles between giants can easily destroy the world; this is no exaggeration.

Russell's heavy sword strike unleashed a hurricane that crushed the ground, whipping up countless clouds of dust amidst the deafening roar. The clouds in the sky were split in two, forming a V-shaped arrow that spread outwards like waves.

"A decent presence, but that's about it."

Apocalypse looked disdainful. He had experienced the Old Gods' attacks once before. Breaking through the energy field defenses was already a struggle, and to think they could inflict damage on him was pure wishful thinking.

Since Russell wants to embarrass himself in front of the whole world, Apocalypse doesn't mind granting his wish once. He can take this opportunity to rise to power and use this battle to adorn the jewels on his throne.

Sizzle!

The sword's edge tore through the outer shell of the defensive shield, creating a visible ripple. The almost tangible energy crumbled upon contact, and the remaining force of the heavy sword continued its descent towards Apocalypse's head.

The usually composed Apocalypse's expression suddenly changed. Startled, he hastily dodged, but his previous composure was too great, and he was a step too slow to dodge. The sharp sword light cut from his shoulder blade all the way to his abdomen.

Boom!!

The sword fell to the ground, embedding itself straight in the earth. Russell turned around and delivered a side kick to Apocalypse's chest.

With a muffled thud, viewers in front of their televisions gaped in disbelief as Apocalypse's enormous body leaped over the pyramids and crashed a thousand meters away.

Rumble!!

The camera shook violently, accompanied by deafening, earthquake-like sounds, giving viewers an immersive experience, and the sound of people swallowing their saliva echoed in countless homes.

"How is that possible?"

Apocalypse knelt on one knee, clutching his wound. His released energy field disappeared the moment Russell swung his sword. No, thinking back on the situation, it should have been neutralized or absorbed.

An ominous premonition rose in Apocalypse's heart. In addition to gigantification and matter reorganization, Russell once again demonstrated new abilities, all of which he possessed.

His wounds healed rapidly. Apocalypse stood up in astonishment and questioned Russell, "What did you do? Why can you use my abilities?"

I think, therefore I can!

Russell thought for a moment, but ultimately didn't say it aloud. He raised his sword and slashed at Apocalypse again.

Firstly, he's used to being low-key and doesn't like to force himself to show off. Secondly, his outfit is too flashy; if he says something wrong, he might attract the condescending gaze of a big shot. So he simply learns from Gabriel to be taciturn, both aloof and avoiding saying anything that might cause trouble.

Russell is in a panic right now. Don't be fooled by the fact that he can get countless believers to bow down and worship him just by flapping his little wings. In reality, he has a lot of unspeakable suffering in his heart.

This is Egypt, specifically Cairo, which, geographically speaking, belongs to the territory of ancient Egyptian mythology. For him, an outsider with wings, to act so arrogantly is no different from someone trying to cause trouble.

Perhaps other Egyptian gods wouldn't say anything, but Ra, who is also in the birdman circle, would definitely have something to say. If he's unlucky, this big shot is a Multiverse level. What if he can't do his mission? What if he gets retaliated against?

This is too difficult!

He worked so hard, but couldn't get the Church's endorsement fee, and might even be put on a blacklist by the bigwigs. He was so aggrieved!

Q: How can I keep a low profile?

Apocalypse felt no resentment, only frustration. He had painstakingly created a grand and dazzling ceremony, intending to kill the Old Gods in front of the whole world, baptize them with blood, and ascend to the throne as the New Gods, thus establishing supreme authority.

Now look what happened. Something went wrong. The guy who should have been slapped to death suddenly became incredibly powerful and delivered a series of punches that left him utterly humiliated.

In his grief and anger, he could even hear the laughter of the viewers in front of the television.

"What a weak god!" xN

Apocalypse erupted in rage, raising his hand and summoning a cloud of yellow sand between his five fingers, the matter reforming into an ancient Egyptian sickle-shaped sword.

A cold weapon that resembles both an axe and a sickle, shaped like a curved blade, used not only for battlefield combat but also as a symbol of high status.

Both can absorb energy and convert it into a field defense shield, so comparing abilities is meaningless; only close combat can deplete the other's stamina.

Clang!

Swords clashed!

The two, each wielding a weapon, engaged in a close-quarters battle between giants. The impact of their energy resonated with the heavens and earth, as if the sky and earth would collapse at any moment.

Russell possessed impressive close-combat skills, earning him the system's evaluation as Close Combat Master and Master Swordsman. Apocalypse was no pushover either; his scythe-shaped longsword techniques were unpredictable, ruthless, and difficult to defend against, resulting in a brief but evenly matched contest.

"Old Gods, now is my time!"

Apocalypse forcefully Cairo's heavy sword, spinning continuously on the ground, sweeping across the blade with a chilling gleam like a top.

Seeing this, Russell didn't confront the attack head-on. Instead, he flapped his Wings of Light and retreated, his wings billowing up dust that obscured Apocalypse's figure and confused his vision.

Rustle--

Russell withdrew his hand behind his back, and the flying sand and stones gathered in his palm. Apocalypse's vision was blocked, and he could not see Russell's movements clearly, but the viewers in front of the television saw it all clearly.

They looked at their family and friends, and each saw disbelief in the other's eyes.

"What's going on? Isn't this the Mythology Channel?"

Rumble!!

The roaring energy tore through the sandstorm, and Apocalypse tensed all his muscles as he swung his scythe-shaped sword at Russell.

Russell's eyes flashed, and he parried with one hand gripping his sword. An unparalleled force struck, pressing his feet into the sand. He was pushed backward by Apocalypse, plowing out two long furrows.

"Rest in peace! You have been rendered obsolete by the times!"

Apocalypse's momentum was exhausted, and he and Russell were locked in a grappling match, swords raised. Just as Apocalypse was wondering why Russell was only using one hand to parry, a blur appeared before his eyes, and the dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.

What a huge Desert Eagle!

Apocalypse: "..."

"Apocalypse, you are the one who has been eliminated by the times."

Russell chuckled and pulled the trigger repeatedly, forcing Apocalypse to retreat. After the magazine was emptied, Apocalypse, looking utterly bewildered, was riddled with holes.

The viewers in front of the television were speechless. The believers' hands, which were holding the Cross, trembled violently. They closed their eyes and prayed for a moment before daring to open them again to continue watching.

Upon closer inspection, things became even worse.

Russell raised one hand, and the Desert Eagle was held horizontally in his palm, reassembling into a square metal block.

Crackle!

Electric Arc pulsed in Russell's palm, spreading to his entire arm. The current enveloped the metal block, forming a closed circuit and creating Magnetic Field, causing the metal block to tremble slightly.

Railgun: Naval Edition!

Under normal circumstances, although Russell understood the principle and had experienced this move, he was unable to successfully replicate it due to insufficient foundation. Using the Apocalypse Character Card was different; the mere release of energy to form a field brought him limitless possibilities.

Rumble!!

A thunderclap shook the earth!

A streak of red light shot out from Russell's palm, the plasma dazzlingly bright, and instantly struck Apocalypse's chest. The latter's energy defense shield was rendered useless, and it was blasted into dust along with half of its body.

The beam of light continued its momentum, cutting through layers of sonic boom clouds in mid-air, piercing through infinite distances, and then disappearing into the distant sky as a dazzling star.

"Waaah—"

The believers watching on television were sobbing uncontrollably, with more than 30% crying their hearts out, and some even fainting.

"My God..."

"Where is your holy light? What have humans done to you?"