[Location: Northern Wasteland · Central Battlefield]
When Pope Mephiel opened his eyes, they burned with a deep color of desolation.
At that moment, the aura surrounding him reached its peak.
"Calculating the time, how long until the Angel Army engages them? Oh... has the battle already begun?"
Upon hearing the voice in his mind, Pope Mephiel's face erupted in a radiant smile: "It's finally beginning. This grand firework is finally at the time where it should be shown to the guests."
His gaze turned to the distance, knowing clearer than anyone that in that direction, the Angel Army had already begun one of the most brutal wars since their inception.
"Once this battle concludes, there should be barely any of the Angel Clan left alive. Ha, transforming your race into the senses of deities... such a choice binds yourselves eternally to the chariot of gods, ensuring you remain mere tools forever.
