Previously, the Abyssal Church was always feared by many forces for its madness and fearlessness.
But today, they've encountered another group on the continent even more insane.
They were crushed by the will of the God of Love Church believers.
Strings of a harp tore through the storm, pinning down the avatar of Slaanesh, severely wounded.
It was a lethal strike from the avatar of the Love God.
An explosion echoed.
Through the war breach torn by Pope Fulin, the Love God avatar directly ripped the divine-forged avatar of Slaanesh to pieces.
"You guys go first."
Tut stood before them, holding the pope's sacred mace:
"Rudelson, Xilin, my friends, I hope you find happiness in the rest of your days."
"Now, I must fulfill the promise I made before the gods, to fight for all that is beautiful."
The mace swung down.
The demigod's demiplane, originally a protective net difficult for any saint to tear through,
