"Wait… he is…!"
"Metatron!"
"Wh-What? Metatron?!"
In that instant, even Remiel among the twelve Fallen Angels froze for several seconds.
There were actually two Metatrons on the battlefield at the same time—one from the Heavenly Kingdom, and another hidden within this middle universe...
The sight threw every powerhouse present into confusion.
"Where did this clown come from..."
Within the Dark Keep, the angel lazily unfurled his wings, the sacred flames at the corners of his eyes stretching endlessly like fiery feathers caught in the wind.
His voice was low and dripping with contempt.
Then, in the next instant, his entire body trembled.
Golden holy armor!
A sacred crown suspended above his head!
With one hand, he swept aside his holy robe as terrifying sacred flames erupted all around him.
With the other, he slowly drew forth a divine spear of holy fire from the void, its tip condensed with a sharpness capable of tearing apart all worlds.
