It was currently unclear whether the gods of the Divine Realm were prepared to welcome Su Mo's arrival. In any case, upon entering the Divine Realm, Su Mo was quite surprised by the scene before him.
"Whoa, so this is what you called the Divine Realm, Lord Su Mo? It certainly looks interesting!"
Following behind Su Mo, flapping her small wings, was the six-or-seven-year-old-looking Jibril.
"Interesting?" Hearing her assessment, Su Mo glanced around at the countless hostile gazes directed at them. "For a warmongering Flügel, perhaps it is."
"Yep! I love watching people fight! But Master, there's one thing that bothers me."
Jibril tilted her head, looking at the dense crowd before her with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Why do these guys look so much like me? Is this plagiarism? It must be plagiarism, right? Can I sue them? And why is there a black-winged version?!"
The moment Jibril spoke, the hostility from the surrounding crowd deepened.
"Those are angels, fallen angels, and demons. Their appearance is indeed similar to a Flügel's, likely because in human eyes, wings have always been a symbol of divinity," Su Mo explained casually. "However, I'm more concerned about why, despite it being Athena's call, we've arrived in the Divine Realm of the Bible."
That was right. The place they were in was Christian territory.
Before them were two massive, clearly demarcated armies.
The army on the left was shrouded in a thick black mist, composed mainly of fallen angels, various demons, as well as magical beasts and draconic serpents.
The army on the right was bathed in holy light, fire, and lightning, made up entirely of angels.
The white army of light and the black army of darkness were arrayed before the Garden of Eden, their colors sharply divided, a war on the verge of erupting. If Su Mo hadn't suddenly descended from the sky, the two armies would have likely already clashed.
Now, everyone was staring at the uninvited guests.
Seeing the white-winged Jibril, the fallen angels and demons naturally cast hostile gazes at her and Su Mo, assuming they were enemies.
As for the angels, the hostility in their eyes was even more intense, surpassing even that of the fallen angels and demons. This wasn't surprising. Although Jibril's appearance leaned more toward an angel of light, her physical structure was completely different from a normal angel.
Such a similar yet different individual was the easiest to provoke the murderous intent of the angelic legion. Because it represented a heretical angel, and to them, a heretic was more hateful than a demon.
"A heretical angel, and… a Godslayer?"
A few seconds later, a brilliantly shining angel flew out from the army of light. He had large white wings and wielded a longsword in the shape of a red cross. His features were intensely divine, and his eyes seemed to contain lightning and fire.
Just by looking at his divine countenance, Su Mo could recognize his identity.
"The one who is like God, Michael?"
There were not many who could lead the angelic legion, nor were there many angels with such powerful divinity.
"Indeed." Michael confirmed his identity, then looked at Jibril. "Godslayer from another world, you have indeed established some merit in the matter of slaying evil gods and demons. But regardless, you should not have brought a heretical angel into the Lord's domain."
"Leave this heretical angel behind and embrace the Lord, and I can let you leave."
As he spoke, Michael raised his rose-like longsword, its tip aimed at Jibril, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
As the Angel of Battle, the Guardian of Eden, and the Prince of Light, he was an angel who resisted oppression, but also one who slew heretics to uphold the faith of God. Such a being might tolerate a Godslayer, but he would never allow an enemy like Jibril to leave.
"Heretical angel… are you talking about me?"
Hearing this, Jibril's eyes widened, and she took a step forward to meet him.
"Do you have a problem with my power?"
"Halt!" Michael immediately shouted, stopping Jibril. Seeing that she paid him no mind and continued on her way, he brought his crimson longsword down.
"Thou shalt repay thy transgression with pain!"
With a thunderous voice of judgment, Michael chose to attack.
"Hmph! You think you're worthy of fighting me?" Jibril shot back, not to be outdone, and swatted at him with a wing.
In her current state, her strength was only a tenth of what it was at her peak. However, even without the power to instantly kill a Heretic God, her remaining strength was still enough to rival a god.
"I may have gotten weaker, but that doesn't mean you've gotten stronger!"
A spear of light condensed and shot out in an instant, its immense energy piercing straight through Michael's wings.
"Lord! Protect me! Jesus Christ, protect me!"
Michael cried out in pain, but the expression on his face did not change. Realizing his opponent had the advantage in energy, he had no intention of retreating. Instead, his attacks grew even fiercer.
"Aid me in defeating the unjust angel! Aid me in vanquishing the arrogant foe!"
Under the holy words, Jibril, who had been judged as arrogant, immediately felt a heavy pressure on her body, as if she had been invisibly sentenced as a criminal.
The Authorities of the gods often had the power to reverse the balance of strength. Even though Jibril currently had the upper hand in power, under the effect of the Authority, this advantage was quickly overturned. Jibril, deemed to be shouldering sin, was immediately punished.
If it were Jibril at her full power, she naturally wouldn't need to care about Authorities; she could simply crush him with her own superior strength. But now, with only a tenth of her power remaining, she could not completely ignore the god's Authority.
Unable to use Heaven's Strike, if she was still in her previous state of having mastered no techniques, this battle would have been extremely difficult. Even with a huge advantage, the fight would have been a tough one.
However, there are no "ifs" in the world.
When she was utterly defeated by Su Mo and had to apologize to the others, Jibril naturally wouldn't miss out on the items Su Mo was selling.
Items that were too expensive for others could be bought without a second thought by Jibril, regardless of the price.
Among them was the Conceptual Armament, valued at nine hundred and ninety thousand points.
Therefore…
"Conceptual Armament: Spear of Longinus!"
Jibril imbued the spear of light in her hand with the property of God-Slaying.
"The power of a Flügel, plus the wisdom of Lord Su Mo! Watch me strip you, you knock-off Flügel, completely bare!"
With a hint of personal emotion, Jibril blasted toward Michael.
The power that could already contend with an Authority through sheer energy, now enhanced with a Holy Sanctuary-level God-Slaying Art, turned into a devastating torrent.
BOOM!
In a fierce and swift clash, Jibril pierced straight through Michael's Divinity with absolute superiority before he could even use his trump card, the Right Hand of God, thus achieving the great deed of slaying a god.