Green stood atop the city wall and looked up at the sky.
The pale golden glow hidden behind the swirling mist looked like a sun.
But Green knew no such sun existed in the Mist World.
And from its familiar Psychic Energy fluctuations, he had already identified it as the Wrath of Holy Light.
"So it really is the Holy Light Church!" Green was certain now. If he had still held out a sliver of hope before, Archbishop Platin's use of the Wrath of Holy Light had erased it. Those hideous beast legions, those fearless Zerglings, and those viruses had all come from the radiant, noble Holy Light Church.
So this is the dark side of the Holy Light? Green sneered inwardly, neither especially angry nor surprised.
Throughout history, religious organizations that presented themselves as paragons of virtue had often hidden unimaginable filth behind the scenes.
The Holy Light Church was clearly no exception. Still, the form its dark side had taken caught Green a little off guard.
Whatever the case, he could not simply wait for the Wrath of Holy Light to descend.
With a thought, Bekelong aboard the Great Ape King received his orders and swung the Main Cannon upward to aim.
"Hm? Gabriel, keep them occupied. Don't let them stop the Wrath of Holy Light from firing." Archbishop Platin looked skyward. He had seen the Great Ape King's strength and knew that the warship, which could transform into a giant mechanical ape, possessed the power of a High Calamity Rank combatant. He immediately ordered the High Calamity Rank fighter who had battled it earlier to act.
But before the Great Ape King could fire, and before the Dark Holy Crusaders' High Calamity Rank fighter could make a move, an enraged roar rang out from above the Mist