With a bang, the bomb planted by the Machinery Hivemind members suddenly exploded at the doorway.
Amid the smoke, several fully armed Mandated Punishers stormed into the room, warily waiting for the haze to clear.
They had expected to find Mr. A conducting a divine descent ritual, but now both the Mandated Punishers and the Machinery Hivemind members stood frozen like statues.
The reason was simple: the figure before them wore a black robe, and a single blood-red eye, brilliant as the sun, occupied his entire face.
His body resembled a sculpture painstakingly carved by a god-no, he himself was a god.
He was the True Creator.
The Mandated Punishers stood rooted to the spot, without even a chance to think.
Unseeable God!
Had the True Creator not been using merely a vessel for his divine descent, these Mandated Punishers would have melted into repulsive flesh or been assimilated into fallen shadows the instant they saw him.
Yet the True Creator simply stood there, taking no further action. Then he walked forward, a shadow stretching longer and longer, swiftly swallowing the entire room before spreading outward.
"I forgive you."
He said it.
He proclaimed it.
Under the True Creator's Blasphemous Words, all manner of negative emotions surged into the Mandated Punishers' hearts.
These negative emotions differed from the desires forcibly stirred by devils. They were the discontent and depravity arising from deep within, manifestations of their own will.
Was it resentment toward those in power?
Was it compassion for the unfortunate?
Conflicting emotions surfaced in the Mandated Punishers' hearts. All sorts of fragmented memories welled up with them, coldly laying bare the nature of the Church and the truth of the kingdom.
The next instant, raging lightning descended from the sky.
A vast hollow seemed to have appeared in the