The phenomenon Roland manifested broke straight through this false world.
Though Dragon Shadow had filled and reinforced it, this simulated world was ultimately built upon the Ship Graveyard. It had no foundation capable of supporting two Demon Gods.
The majestic, holy cross-shaped light kept expanding from the darkness behind Roland, as though the light had not cast a shadow, but was itself Roland's reflection.
The moment the strange golden ring took shape, wings that blotted out the heavens grew from the radiance.
As they swayed, glimpses of the Galaxy Stars could be seen within them.
It was a form beyond human imagination, an ultimate perfection that left room for no boundaries.
He floated in the air like that, gazing upon everything before him in the shape of a cross.
It was a gaze that looked down from above.
Though looking down upon the world while standing within it sounded somewhat illogical, it was an unquestionable reality.
Within those blood-red eyes, which betrayed neither good nor evil and were neither gentle nor cold, dwelled a will encompassing all dimensions, all elements, and all phases.
Before this power, the universe was merely an extension of him, and even infinity was no more than part of his feelers.
"A Demon God of the Cross Church..."
Even knowing this might be a good thing, Ollerus still looked horrified.
It was a cry of anguish etched into his genes, just as humans instinctively felt fear when confronted with a dangerous beast.
"You actually kept a trump card like this? Did you complete the Cross Church's ritual in advance?"
Othinus, who had felt certain of victory after obtaining the Spear of the Main God, immediately frowned, regarding Roland with uncertainty.
Though he made it look effortless, stepping into Demon God Territory was no simple matter.
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