"God? Though she certainly has a connection to that title, she still falls within the category of an Angel."
Roland pressed his lips together, meeting the gaze of the creature radiating divine majesty.
Now he could be certain.
The Dungeon definitely had an inseparable connection to the gods.
Moreover, those so-called gods probably could no longer be viewed so superficially as mere creatures possessing divine power.
An Angel, a messenger of God, had produced such a wondrous chemical reaction after possessing the Dungeon.
Whether it was her strength, far beyond Roland's recollection, her crimson AT Field, or her power exceeding even Apollo after his seal was released, everything demonstrated how terrifying she was.
From this perspective, the dying cry of that fool who had been used from beginning to end was not entirely wrong. Even the gods of this world were not as majestic as the White Giant before Roland.
Roland did not attack again. Since the AT Field was known as an absolutely inviolable domain, although it could hardly be called invincible, its power was still considerable. For Roland as he was now, he would probably have to burn every last bit of his divine power as fuel just to glimpse a slim chance of victory.
Unwilling as he was to admit it, Roland knew that his current strength alone would, at most, let him remain undefeated.
Everything happening before Roland was far too abnormal. The Dungeon was the final boss, and even the ancient monsters it produced had a record of single-handedly killing Artemis, the moon goddess renowned among the gods for her martial prowess. How much more powerful must the Dungeon itself be?
Even sealed, it should not have been so easily robbed of an entire floor's worth of tissue and so much authority, even if the