Chapter 668

【 FALLEN TITAN GOD AND ANGEL OF JUDGMENT 】

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A suffocating pressure descended upon the battlefield and the colossal hand that suddenly appeared out of nowhere completely blocked the remaining rays of light, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Seeing the terrifying huge hand looming in the sky, the nobles on the hillside showed varying expressions of horror.

“Cardinal Nicholas!”

Duke Lawson spoke in a hurried voice. His complexion was pale, and the calm he had shown moments ago was nowhere to be found.

Cardinal Nicholas looked toward the sky. A grave expression flickered in his deep gaze.

“An evil god…” he murmured.

He raised the emblem of the Eternal Lord in his hand, and his demeanor suddenly became solemn and devout.

“Merciful Father, Your faithful servant offers prayers before You. May You cast down the light of justice and purge the evils of this world.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the emblem in his hand burst into dazzling brilliance. At the same time, his appearance grew noticeably older.

The radiance expanded and grew ever brighter, before transforming into a magnificent pillar of light that shot into the heavens.

Then a soft chant, akin to a sacred hymn, echoed across the battlefield as a vast and holy power descended. A golden thunderbolt nearly one hundred meters thick tore through the air. It struck from beyond the sky and crashed directly onto the giant hand.

This was the Divine Judgment of the Eternal Lord.

Its terrifying force ripped open space and distorted natural laws. It was powerful enough to reduce any demigod into ashes and annihilate the soul of any newly awakened malevolent deity.

The lightning surged like a roaring sea, engulfing everything in its path as it crashed against the colossal hand.

With a deep, ancient groan, the gigantic hand slowly withdrew into the clouds. The rolling masses of vapor twisted and tore apart, revealing the faint outline of a one-eyed giant looming within the sky.

As it was pulling back its hand, the giant’s gaze was filled with caution as it looked toward the higher heavens.

Its appearance bore a faint resemblance to the one-eyed barbarians living in Seigües, yet this giant radiated a far more terrifying and formidable presence. The single golden eye at the center of its head glimmered with a cold, merciless light, burning with an unrestrained fury that hinted at the depths of its madness.

Black markings coiled across its massive frame, with each line pulsing like a living wound. A dark aura, thick and oppressive like the deepest abyss, surrounded the giant as it clung to its body like living smoke, giving the one-eyed entity an unmistakable sense of corruption and malevolence.

The one-eyed giant eyed the heavens warily for a couple of seconds, but when no further attacks followed, the clouds quickly shifted and concealed its form once more.

However, Cardinal Nicholas, who was well versed in history, had already recognized the identity of the giant.

“A Titan…” he whispered, his expression heavier than ever.

A Titan!

So it turned out that the mysterious entity behind the rebels was, in fact, a Titan whom everyone believed had already gone extinct.

And not merely any ordinary Titan!

The fact that it had survived the Divine Judgement of the Eternal Lord meant that the entity was likely one of the mythical-rank Titans, a being whose strength could rival even the fabled dragons of ancient times.

—No.

Cardinal Nicholas shook his head, the weight of realization pressing heavily upon him.

This giant could no longer be considered a mere mythical Titan. Its essence had been tainted, dragged down into the abyss, reshaped into something far more terrifying. It had become a Fallen Titan Deity, a being whose power eclipsed that of ordinary evil gods, even in the earliest moments of its awakening.

Its strength likely surpassed that of minor deities, and within the realm of Seigües, the power it could wield approached the threshold of true mythical beings, teetering at the peak of demigod rank. The destructive potential it carried was nearly beyond the limits that their world could accommodate.

Thankfully, the lingering majestic aura brought about by the Divine Judgement still had not faded, signifying the Eternal Lord’s gaze was still watching over them.

And just as the Cardinal had anticipated, a soft, ethereal hymn rose once more as golden particles began to shimmer and drift across the sky.

The particles spun gracefully, weaving together until they coalesced into three immense gates of radiant light, each one pulsating with a power that made the air itself tremble.

From within the brilliance, three angels emerged, clad in holy armor that gleamed like molten gold.

They were striking in appearance, with golden hair flowing like sunlight, eyes glowing with divine fire, and six pairs of pristine white wings extending majestically from their backs. A holy radiance enveloped their forms, washing over the battlefield in waves of awe and reverence.

These were the seraphims of the Eternal Lord’s angelic legion, each a being at the pinnacle of demigod-rank

Moreover, after these seraphim stepped forth, twelve more figures followed, passing through the gates in solemn formation. Each bore two pairs of wings and emanated the strength of a peak legendary-rank warrior, their presence radiating authority and lethal grace.

Overall, twelve angels spread across the battlefield like fifteen radiant suns, their combined light slicing through the looming darkness created by the one-eyed giant.

“Angels of Judgement! The Eternal Lord has sent His Angelic Legion!”

The nobles on the hillside cried out in excitement.

Angels of Judgment.

They were mythical powerhouses, summoned personally by the Eternal Lord whenever the church faced a threat from a powerful evil god.

Though their strength fell short of true mythical rank, in Seigües—where one’s power was naturally restricted—they were equivalent to the highest rank of combat power.

Furthermore, the divine weapons they carried were all specially forged to counter the forces of the Abyss.

Throughout history, their descent onto the mortal world had always signaled the eradication of evil gods, leaving no trace of their existence behind.

Now, these Angels had arrived on the battlefield, and their radiance spread outward across the land.

The twelve four-winged angels took their positions at twelve points encircling the battlefield. Sacred light emanated from their bodies, flowing outward to form a colossal formation that seemed to enclose not only the battlefield but the very sky above.

At the moment their formation fully connected, a faint pair of new spectral wings appeared behind each of them. Their strength increased temporarily to the level of a demigod.

At the same time, platinum-colored light spread from the formation. The light shaped itself into a massive cage that enveloped the dark clouds spread across the sky.

The laws of the world seemed faintly sealed within it.

Under the command of the three six-winged seraphim, all of the angels brandished their divine swords and shields. A whispering hymn rose with their movements and together, they surged into the rolling clouds.

Thunder rolled as the clouds responded violently, and golden lightning flared again and again, illuminating the battlefield in jagged flashes.

Thus began the war of mythical beings.

Seeing the churning clouds above, where flashes of golden-winged figures clashed against the silhouette of a giant, the nobles on the ground finally allowed themselves a sigh of relief.

The Angelic Legion had never been defeated.

With such overwhelmingly powerful beings at their side, the nobles were certain of their safety. What unfolded next, they believed, would only be a predetermined battle.

“Charge. Full assault. Do not allow a single rebel to escape.”

Duke Lawson gave the order once more.

As the signal spell streaked into the sky, tens of thousands of imperial soldiers roared in unison, surging forward like a tide toward the rebel forces.

The imperial heavy cavalry had already broken the enemy formations into scattered fragments. Witnessing this, the nobles’ faces relaxed, smiles of relief spreading across them.

Only Cardinal Nicholas remained motionless, eyes fixed on the turbulent clouds above. His expression darkened with each passing moment, a shadow of unease etching itself across his features.

“Something is wrong…” he murmured, his voice low but heavy with concern.

Duke Lawson’s smile faltered at the Cardinal’s tone.

“Cardinal, what do you mean?” he asked, the flicker of worry betraying his otherwise confident demeanor.

“I have witnessed the Angels of Judgment in battle before,” he said carefully. “Typically, they eradicate any evil god within moments of their descending. Yet today… their battle has endured far longer than expected. Far too long.”

Hearing this, Duke Lawson gave a reassuring smile.

“Lord Nicholas, perhaps you overthink this. How could the Eternal Lord’s angelic legion possibly fail? They act according to His divine will.”

Nicholas’s shoulders eased slightly at the words. He bowed his head in silent prayer, exhaling a quiet sigh.

“Perhaps you are right,” he admitted. “As servants of our Divine Lord, our duty is to trust in His strength.”

But he had barely finished speaking when a sudden and dramatic change overtook the sky.

The clouds above the battlefield churned violently, twisting and roiling as if the heavens themselves had been set aflame, and a terrifying pressure radiated outward, shaking the very air beneath them.

Then, the golden cage that had enclosed the skies flickered once, its light wavering, before shattering with a faint yet unmistakably crisp sound.

A few seconds later, a ferocious roar erupted from within the clouds, and a deep, abyssal light tore through the sky.

Several muffled cries echoed from above, followed by a rain of golden light and white feathers drifting downward.

Before the horrified eyes of Cardinal Nicholas and the imperial nobles, several winged figures plummeted from the sky one after another. They were the very Angels of Judgment who had battled the giant. Some had been torn in half, while others were decapitated.

Immediately afterward, the three six-winged Seraphims burst from the clouds, but a pair of colossal hands reached out, seizing them one by one and tearing each apart.

A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the hillside.

Cardinal Nicholas’s pupils contracted, his face drained of color as abject terror swept through him.

Similarly, Duke Lawson stared upward, frozen in shock, his expression as pale as ash, disbelief rooting him to the spot.

“T-They lost? The Angels of Judgment actually lost?”

He muttered in disbelief.

“Without a doubt,” Cardinal Nicholas replied, his own voice trembling despite his attempt to maintain composure. “That Titan is a fully awakened evil god. Only a being of that magnitude could achieve this. An entity like that can be opposed only by a true god descending in person…”

Duke Lawson’s expression changed sharply as the words sank in.

He spun around in panic and shouted to the nobles,

“Hurry! Inform the entire army! Retreat! Full retreat!”

“Alas, it is too late…” Cardinal Nicholas said bitterly.

As if on cue, the sky darkened in an instant, swallowing the battlefield in a suffocating gloom.

Duke Lawson’s instincts screamed at him, and he looked up, eyes widening in terror.

The clouds parted slowly, deliberately, revealing a cold, emotionless face with a single golden eye, shimmering with an otherworldly light.

Then, an enormous hand reemerged once more, descending from above with unrelenting, crushing pressure.

This time, nothing could stop it.

A deafening roar shook the very earth.

In Duke Lawson’s despairing gaze, the world plunged into utter darkness.

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