A soft, platinum-gold radiance poured from the widening rift, accompanied by an ethereal hymn that resonated deep within the hearts of everyone across the Southern Holy Kingdom. The melody was ancient, wordless, yet it carried an unmistakable sense of salvation and judgment intertwined.
A vast, majestic figure emerged from the tear in reality. With deliberate calm, He reached out toward the five blood moons—each a colossal thousand meters wide—hanging ominously in the crimson-tainted sky.
His movement was unhurried, almost serene, yet time and space seemed to warp and slow in His presence. The five moons froze mid-descent, suspended as though caught in invisible threads, patiently awaiting His grasp.
Hum~~!
A silent, bone-deep resonance vibrated through the air.
In an instant, the enormous hand of the Holy Domain God Lord closed around the moons.
With effortless strength, He pulled them back through the sky-rending rift.
The crimson orbs vanished without resistance, leaving only faint afterimages of scarlet light fading into the night.
"Five kilometer-wide blood moons… gone just like that?!"
Remedios stood dumbfounded on the city wall, staring through the light screen. She had braced herself for a cataclysmic battle, expecting the God Lord to unleash devastating power—but not this casual, almost playful dismissal of apocalyptic threats.
He had plucked the moons like ripe fruit from a tree, as if they were nothing more than ordinary toys.
"See? So calling you a frog in a well wasn't wrong at all, right?" Clementine twirled her twin awls with mocking flair, waving them teasingly in front of Remedios's face.
She had witnessed the God Lord's power once before; that earlier blessing had even mended her chronic, lingering injuries. The memory still sent a shiver down her spine—not of fear, but of reluctant awe.
"Thanks be to the great Holy Domain God Lord. This crisis is finally coming to an end." Quaiesse exhaled in profound relief. After expending nearly all his mana on two ultra-long-distance teleportations, he had collapsed where he stood, yet joy lit his weary features.
Soon I'll see the divine a second time. I hope Zinedine's plan progresses quickly so the Theocracy can fully enter the God Lord's embrace!
Gazing at the colossal silhouette lingering within the fissure, Zesshi flashed Bastello a sharp, predatory smile that clearly said, You're finished. Then, with a light, almost playful leap, she bounded back toward the city wall, her twin ponytails swaying behind her.
Bastello glanced at Helant—whose face had gone deathly pale, his body swaying unsteadily—and after a brief, contemplative pause, let out a soft sigh.
"Still, you succeeded."
Zesshi's instincts trembled the moment she sensed the Holy Domain God Lord's presence. It was a power far beyond anything she had ever encountered, dwarfing even the demon before her. Yet Bastello's voice remained calm, emotionless—almost bored.
Faced with such overwhelming power, and he's not afraid?
She couldn't comprehend it, but understanding wasn't necessary. Her focus narrowed entirely to Helant.
"Are you all right?"
His bloodless face and labored breathing sent a sharp ache through her chest. Without Calca's continuous channeling of Holy Light Power to sustain him, Helant would have collapsed long ago.
At that moment, the majestic figure stirred. Stepping fully through the rift, He manifested as a hundred-meter-tall giant, descending gently into the mortal world.
With every measured step, crimson runes melted away like snow under sunlight.
Delicate flowers bloomed in an instant beneath His feet, spreading in radiant waves across the scorched battlefield.
Holy Light poured from Him, illuminating the sky and banishing the lingering shadows of demonic corruption.
His face remained obscured by divine haze, yet His flowing white hair mirrored Helant's perfectly—long, luminous strands that caught the ethereal glow.
Despite His towering form, He radiated no oppressive aura, no crushing weight of authority. Every gesture brimmed with pure divinity: serene, absolute, and strangely comforting.
From afar, Remedios gasped. "He looks like a life-sized Helant."
Clementine rolled her eyes but said nothing. Now that she mentions it… he really does.
"A god—an actual god!" Neia trembled, tears welling in her eyes at the sight.
Not a false deity, not merely a powerful being masquerading as one. This was a true god, undeniable and transcendent. Joy surged through her like wildfire. "Since the God Lord is here, Lord Helant should be safe!"
High above, hidden beneath layers of concealment spells, the Platinum Dragon Lord scarcely dared to breathe.
This is a suppression of rank!
From aura alone, he recognized that the Holy Domain God Lord had transcended mortal and even draconic limits, ascending to a higher existential plane. Only the legendary Dragon Emperor had ever evoked such primal awe in the ancient memories of dragonkind.
"However… He is not at full strength. That is good news." The Dragon Lord noted the faint, shimmering Rule Chains coiling around the deity's form—reminiscent of the binding will within artifacts like Five Elements Overcoming. I don't know who sealed Him, but it was done masterfully.
He shuddered to imagine what an unsealed being of this caliber could unleash. Even united, all of dragonkind might be erased in moments.
Yet Bastello's unusual calm caught his attention, sharpening his suspicion.
He definitely has another objective.
The Holy Domain God Lord halted directly before Bastello. At a hundred meters tall, He reduced the ten-meter demon to the stature of an infant.
"I believe you once served Jaldabaoth," He said. His voice was gentle yet overwhelming, echoing across the world like rolling thunder wrapped in silk.
Bastello tilted his head, abandoning any facade of deference. A cocky, toothy grin spread across his face.
"Seventh Demon General under Demon Emperor Jaldabaoth, Bastello! It's been centuries, Holy Domain God Lord."
"So Jaldabaoth has slipped my seal… humanity will suffer once more." Concern threaded through His words, yet a radiant hand descended instantly, pinning the demon in place with effortless force.
Unfazed, Bastello's smirk widened.
"Lord Jaldabaoth shattered your seal long ago, while You, bound by a World Item, can only linger here thanks to a Human Emissary burning his own origin. How pitiful."
"Who is Demon Emperor Jaldabaoth?" Shock rippled through the Platinum Dragon Lord. A Player as formidable as Bastello was merely a subordinate? From their exchange, Jaldabaoth must be lurking nearby, observing.
He would have to summon the other True Dragon Lords. This was far beyond what he could face alone.
Let's hope this Jaldabaoth hasn't brought an entire guild…
"Jaldabaoth?!" Calca's hand trembled violently as ancient records flooded her mind. One of the very beings who had once sealed the Holy Domain God Lord Himself.
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