"Hold the line! Charge!" Benedict II called out in the wind, more and more soldiers gathering around him.
"I do not fight for justice, but I fight for humanity! We will not be their puppets!" Arthur and his troops joined Benedict II’s side.
"Angels have defected but haven’t turned into fallen angels, doesn’t this prove that divinity can be understood in two ways? Do they think we are fools?" Next came Duke Bert and other rulers of the southern countries.
Armies from various countries stood by Benedict II’s side.
"Kill those four traitors!"
The four Holy Knights were still invincible, but more and more soldiers fought against them, seemingly endless in number.
"What are you waiting for? Help us!" Jeremy called out.
Only then did the Angel Army reluctantly join the fray, facing off against a group of civilians who weren’t even soldiers.
Inside and outside the city, chaos reigned as anyone capable of fighting took up arms, even those who couldn’t fight picked up stones.
The wind blew gently, the sunlight shone upon the earth. On this morning of drifting clouds, a light of faith shimmered in the world.
This was the first time in the millennium since the beginning of the Fourth Epoch that humans fought for their destiny. Although at this moment, humanity had long lost the immense power of the Third Epoch, having been deceived for tens of thousands of years, the rebellious spirit within them was the same as their ancestors.
No matter how much time passed, they were still the race that caused headaches for the entire continent.
"What a beautiful scene." Morca couldn’t help but clap his hands, "What the demons always wanted to do but couldn’t, a Lich actually accomplished it. And under the name of justice. He should be crowned. What should he be called? The Lich King? Unfortunately, he is going to die. It can only be a tragic ending."
The Liches standing nearby exchanged glances with each other.
Abod was entangled with four Angels, unable to break free, while Vivian was already seriously injured and unconscious.
Gray, who had lost an arm, half a shoulder, and had several broken ribs, struggled to get up again, roaring as he charged at Jeremy.
Jeremy swung heavily, sending Gray flying and crashing into a wall.
The entire wall collapsed, burying most of Gray’s body, leaving only his skull exposed. The soul fire flickered, almost extinguished. Trembling slightly, he continued to mutter, "You can destroy me, but you cannot defeat me... nor can you deny... justice..."
Jeremy stepped closer to Gray, raising his sword high above Gray’s skull, breathing heavily, and softly said, "It’s over. You have no phylactery, so it’s all over. No matter what your justice is, you don’t have the ability to protect it, so it doesn’t exist."
"Perhaps he does have the ability." A voice suddenly sounded close to Gray and Jeremy’s ears.
"Who?" Jeremy froze, hastily looking around.
The wind rose, a great wind, a gale, sending dust swirling across the world.
Magic Power gathered madly.
The once clear sky suddenly became overcast, forming a huge vortex, with lightning rolling like dragons amidst the clouds.
With a thunderous roar, both sides of the battle stopped their actions, staring up dumbfounded.
"Reader," the voice softly answered.
Gray’s body was pulled out of the rubble by some unseen force, lifted, and flown towards a figure in black standing on a rooftop.
Removing his hood, Bruto revealed his bald skull.
"If I remember correctly, in your Heaven’s records, I should be known as—The Trembler, Bruto."