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Fala’s exclamation brought a shock to everyone. Had Ascetic Monk An already risen to the rank of ‘Lord’?

At their wits’ end, they had to try everything. The Paladin touched his sword and murmured: “Lord Ange, grant me strength, with the power of the saints, ignite my holy sword! Guard my sacred body! In the name of the holy…”

With the Paladin’s whisper, they felt a special change in their strength.

The original Holy Power was easy to strip away and ineffective against angels, but the evolved Holy Power was different, and this could often be determined by a single thought.

Clang! An arbitration angel pounced down, and the Paladin swung his sword to block, only to be knocked flying.

The Paladin turned in mid-air and landed before rushing forward with a shield attack.

Clang! The Arbitration Angel was staggered by the impact, its unstoppable momentum halted.

Without expression, the angel swung his sword four times in quick succession. The Paladin’s longsword finally could not withstand and broke. Hastily, he raised his Holy Shield, clang, and was sent flying back.

Boom! A sacred flame burst from the ground, swallowing the Paladin—judgement.

The Paladin endured for two seconds until his holy power was exhausted. Then, he screamed terribly, being burned into ashes by the sacred flame.

Though he died in the end, this scene energized everyone, and they began to murmur: “Lord Ange, grant me strength…”

As long as their Holy Power was effective, the hundreds of thousands of worshippers and believers could defeat the angels by sheer exhaustion of numbers.

“Holy Light Chain!”

“Holy Whip!”

“Heaven’s Dawn!”

“Holy Charge!”

“Punishment Hammer Strike!”

“Summon Paladin!”

The sporadic calls spread the information like a hurricane, with more and more people praying to Ange. When they sincerely call Ange’s name, Ange’s thoughts will fall on them, which could be overwhelming for Ange.

At the Heaven’s fortress, Ange became stiff, a sacred flame rising from his body as his Holy Power was rapidly consumed.

There are several power systems within Ange now, those of the Undead God, the Goddess of Beauty, the God of Farming, but none from the Gods of Light.

The powers of these systems can be transformed into each other. His Holy Power was purely transformed from the Soul Flame. Theoretically, the more Soul Flame he had, the stronger his Holy Power, but this required a process of transformation.

In the past, not many people used his Holy Power. Only Lisa, half of Anthony, and those beauticians in the City of the Goddess of Beauty did. But they never gathered together to use it.

But as more and more people prayed to him, there wasn’t enough Holy Power to go around.

Sensing Ange’s state, Little Ghost was puzzled. It popped its head out from a finger, contemplated for a while, then bit Ange’s finger, causing a raging sacred flame to rise from its body.

Finally, the Little Ghost, which was not easy to raise with so many good things, could repay Ange.

Little Ghost didn’t use its own power, but absorbed Ange’s soul energy and then transformed it into Holy Power.

With the help of Little Ghost, the conversion speed was multiplied.

Then quickly, Ange discovered that he didn’t need to grant all his power like Lisa did. Because the people praying to him already had considerable Holy Power, what Ange needed to do was to infuse his ‘sacredness’ into the others’ Holy Power.

In simpler terms, he needed to infuse his intentions.

How much to infuse? What intentions to infuse? Well, he’d better form control groups for comparison.

With the goal of research in mind, Ange divided them into control groups…

The number of Arbitration Angels and Judgment Angels was very small, just over seventy. They were individually very powerful, but there were too few. If the humans on the ground could resist for even a bit longer, the difficulty of their killings would increase exponentially.

Besides, not only did everyone stand firm, they retaliated, too. Under the disproportionate numerical disadvantage, the angels faced an outright catastrophe. Each moment, a dozen attacks descended upon them, and soon, the seventy-odd angels were engulfed in a sea of several hundred thousand believers and worshippers.

The God of Arbitration watched all of this without expression, until the last angel was turned into Sacred Flame.

The crowd drew breaths with their hearts in their mouths, lifting their heads toward the sky to gaze at the golden giant in doubt. Under that endless divine majesty, no one thought things would just end like this.

After exchanging looks, they all let out a resounding cry: “Run!”

Hundreds of thousands of people scattered in retreat.

The golden giant radiated a brilliant light, numerous golden rays shot forth from his body, transforming into a golden blade—the Arbitration Sword.

The Arbitration Sword didn’t have a hilt, only a blade. It was as swift as lightning, pinning the fastest runners to the ground.

The blade pierced their bodies, wounds spurting out golden Sacred Flame, gradually spreading outward, burning their skin and clothes.

Under the golden Sacred Flame, the smooth skin of the corpses became rough and hard, ugly. Finally, the shoulder blades pierced through the skin, growing into bloody bone wings.

These bone wings quickly covered their skin and feathers. The corpses shrieked, transforming into grotesque Sorrow Angels and took flight.

Witnessing this terrifying spectacle, they saw the birth of the Sorrow Angels.

“So… This is how Sorrow Angels are created. What’s the difference between this and Undead? What’s the difference between this and demons? So it’s not heresy to possess your powers?” Fala muttered in shock.

Countless Arbitration Swords plunged into the crowd, birthing numerous Sorrow Angels. They frantically slashed at the people around them, each cut leaving a golden wound.

Some peoples’ wounds gradually returned to their original state, blood spilling out. However, some peoples’ wounds gradually ignited with a golden Sacred Flame, and before long, a new Sorrow Angel was born.

“It’s… It’s assimilation? Don’t get cut by a Sorrow Angel, it will assimilate you!” Someone who had noticed this change warned aloud.

“No… It’s not assimilation, it’s contagion. Those who sin greatly are infected by the power of sin, becoming Sorrow Angels,” someone else cried out with a trembling voice.

“Bullshit! At this point, do you still believe the nonsense in the Holy Book? This is corrosion. Arbitration is using his power to corrode our bodies, turning us into his puppets. This is something a devil would do!” Another person shouted angrily.

But whether they were warning, crying, or scolding, they were noticed by Arbitration. The next moment, their bodies were pierced by golden swords.

Arbitration ceaselessly created more Sorrow Angels. The Sorrow Angels continued to assimilate more Sorrow Angels. The number of Sorrow Angels increased exponentially.

The golden giant kept his gaze on this battlefield. No one could escape his sight. The slaughter was ongoing, with more and more humans being turned into grotesque Sorrow Angels. The number of those who could resist was dwindling.

The sky turned gloomy. This battlefield had become a sea of blood, strewn with corpses. Hundreds of thousands of bodies lay scattered all around.

The God of Arbitration was devoid of expression. He exhibited no sorrow, no anger. His countenance was just as usual, seemingly indifferent to the slaughter. To him, even the schemes of Anthony didn’t amount to enough provocation to anger him.

There were around thirty thousand grotesque Sorrow Angels roaming around, finishing off the humans who were not yet fully dead. All 587,779 people perished without exception, including Fala.

The only solace was that Ange managed to draw back Fala’s consciousness. Although Fala had lost his body and soul, as long as his consciousness remained, he could reincarnate as an Undead, thus escaping death.

Anthony sat on the ground, bereft of his spirits.

Negris was despondent, heavily shocked.

So, it could be handled this way? There was such a method, too? Killing all the believers could also be euphemistically called a judicial extermination.

“To cleanse the filth of the world, eradicate the lost sheep, create a new world… Oh God, as long as life is disregarded, things can be handled very well.”

Negris murmured, “In the Holy Book of Light, the records of creation, things about creating a new world… was it also about them exterminating all the beings of the old world?”

“It’s possible.” Anthony forced himself to his feet, “It’s my fault. I blundered. I shouldn’t have provoked such heartless creatures. I should have killed him first. Now, he has more than thirty thousand Sorrow Angels under him. He will probably take the opportunity to judge me next. Lord, what should we do now?”

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