A golden sword wind rippled out, snapping the Bone Horse's leg bones and the Knight's spear.
He stepped over the scattered bone fragments, the edge of his blade lightly tapping the center of each corpse's forehead. Under the Moonlight, Sealing Sacred Patterns lit up one after another.
From a distant blast furnace, the sound of metal crashing to the ground echoed. It was scrap iron, shaken loose by the Divine Power, adding a somber final note to the battle.
From the mossy southern alleyways to the neon lights of coastal business districts, and to the rust-covered northern steel mills, figures in black combat uniforms moved swiftly across every battlefield.
The silver gleam of imitation Beheading Swords tore through the night, weaving with the city lights into a web of Purification that spanned the entire region, crushing the shadows of the Evil God Players one by one.
