Alright, Sophia didn't actually want to look up; she just suddenly felt a tremendous force strike her forehead, involuntarily lifting her head so much that it even bumped into the backrest of the throne.
Also, to bolster the throne's dignity, such objects are usually made of wood, stone, or even iron and gold, and they normally do not have cushions.
Therefore, the throne was very hard, and her head truly hurt.
Luckily, Sophia had long since been transformed from her mortal body into a true Angel under the Lord of Glory's strength. Although Angels weren't known for their strong bodies, they are, after all, far superior to the base line of the Calamity Races.
As a result, apart from a real headache and a mild dizziness, the Pure White Angel wasn't very hurt, but her platinum throne now sported a dent.
The sound of the collision between her head and the backrest wasn't very loud, but since the Central Cathedral had just been extremely quiet, where you could hear a pin drop, this abrupt noise became a bit conspicuous—from conspicuous enough that All Angels originally standing on both sides of the hall all looked up, and when they saw the Sovereign of the Glorious Divine Kingdom in such a state, they immediately became alert.
"Not good, there's an assassin."
"Quick, His Holiness the Pope has been attacked, immediately seal off the scene."
"Protect, protect..."
In an instant, the cathedral hall's atmosphere turned tense and guarded. In just a moment, a complete protective circle formed, showing the angels' elite prowess.
However, no matter how the powers of All Angels explored the hall, they couldn't find the possible attacker, and just when the angels were perplexed.
A voice suddenly rang out of nowhere in the hall, a woman's voice—it was pleasant to listen to, but the content was somewhat coarse.
"Stop acting, Sophia."
"...Telling you to obediently put on the maid outfit, to serve me properly..."
"The war has started, let's fight to our delight."
After such a tirade, the hall once again fell into silence, and all the angels turned their gazes back to the Pure White Angel on the throne, who was shaking her head.
Who is this person, with such an arrogant tone?
At this moment, most of the angels in the great hall had been summoned over the past five hundred years; they hadn't experienced the first act and were newcomers. They were utterly clueless about who was on the other side.
It was only Michael, who stood to the right of the throne, that frowned, guessing in his mind.
Miss Seraph recalled the humiliation and pain she endured at the hands of the other side during her first act.
Meanwhile, upon the throne, Sophia raised her hand to rub her forehead. The social death she had just experienced would have made anyone else consider starting a new life, but the Pure White Angel remained unfazed.
Alright, she was actually a bit angry, but getting mad out of embarrassment would only make things worse. She needed to be graceful, to maintain composure.
However, apart from a slight irritation, she also understood that the "little gift" she had previously sent had been received by the young miss, and the meaning behind her little gift had been comprehended by the young miss, who had now officially responded.
To this, the Pure White Angel sighed, then smiled.
She felt a slight regret, yet was very relieved.
It was regrettable that she hadn't been able to dissuade the young miss, and now they truly had to fight, which might damage their good relations. However, she was comforted that her young miss was much more outstanding than she had imagined, showing that her previous statement of not fearing the true battlefield was not mere bravado.
"Then, let us battle," Sophia stood up, her figure instantly appearing above the cathedral, looking up at the sky as a crack like the Eye of Heaven suddenly split open, and the enormous Dragon-Serpent Fist Force burst out from within the Eye.
The ethereal Dragon-Serpent Fist Force roared as it dived down, and with the backdrop of the Eye of Heaven behind it, it felt tremendously oppressive.
Following Sophia, All Angels who had appeared above the cathedral felt the might descending with the fist force, as if it carried divine authority, and their expressions changed.
The power behind this punch was truly terrifying.
Only a small part of the angels present had the confidence to withstand this punch; the majority just smelling death when they saw the virtual Dragon and Serpent.
Even those few powerful angels who felt they could take the punch looked extremely grave, as even if they could indeed intercept it, it would likely leave them severely wounded if not crippled.
This was outrageous. Who had thrown this punch? Could it be the God King himself?
But the God King wasn't known for his Martial Arts, and how could such a venerable and exalted figure speak the crude words they had just heard?
However, now was not the time to marvel at its horror because the Dragon-Serpent Fist Force was about to strike, and if it really hit the center of the Holy City, at least half the city would evaporate immediately.
This couldn't be allowed; they must intercept it.
At once, All Angels flapped their wings, soaring skyward, collectively charging towards the terrifying virtual Dragon-Serpent.
Meanwhile, both Sophia and Michael didn't move, but simply quietly watched their subordinates' actions.
"Your Excellency, is this the young miss's doing?"