Chapter 1004 - 487: Completely Purifying Evil
"Light..."
In the Aurora Sanctuary, the Fallen Angel quietly looked up, gazing at the "firmament" above, feeling the false sunlight pouring down on her.
Sometimes, Luhier always recalled the feeling of soaring through the sky with the angels under the sunlight, piercing through the clouds.
"..."
She remained silent, then, as she had done countless times in solitude, slowly unfolded the pitch-black wings.
The feathers once gilded by the sun’s golden flames were now only charred black, a symbol of her fall.
Her fingertips brushed across the joint of the wing where the markings resembled a grim scar, and a forgotten dawn suddenly pierced the fog of memory.
That was... the era when she was still called the "Archangel."
And as she half-closed her eyes in recollection, her black wings stretched wide, casting dappled shadows below.
...
Shadows are the eternal theme here.
This is the domain of the Divine, forever covered in shifting shadows.
This is the darkest place. It is an abyss hidden with countless evils.
Ages have passed, and never has any warrior from the side of light dared to set foot here.
For those invincible warriors in the Mortal Realm, this was the most terrifying Hell, a place of absolute danger they must not tread.
It was the pride of the Heroic Spirits, their faith for which they went mad.
Yet, at this moment, that pride had already become the past.
This day, the darkness that shrouded here was forcibly torn apart by an even more brutal might.
The Sun descended.
He came.
The Master of the Sun, with His followers, ruthlessly invaded here.
Holy Light destroyed the border of the Divine Kingdom, allowing the fierce radiance to rush within, dispelling the ancient darkness.
And when the swords and knives imbued with Holy Light cleaved their bodies, these Heroic Spirits finally understood how terrifying the invincible enemy truly was.
Among those servants of the Sun, there was one most terrifying, dazzling, and beautiful existence.
"The Sun Angel..."
"Luhier..."
She always charged at the forefront of the battle formation, the mightiest spear of rending enemies.
A true spear of the Sun.
She was the Sun’s most cherished servant, possessing a status akin to that of a god.
"Eliminate them!"
The Archangel wielded a blood-stained longsword, flying above the shattered obsidian walls, below was the roiling Abyss, countless twisted shadow creatures screaming shrilly as they fell.
"Eliminate all evil!!!"
With the fall of the Evil God, His Divine Kingdom was already tottering.
But none of that caught her attention.
She coldly stared at the enemies ahead, raising the longsword in her hand, commanding her subordinates to charge with her!
"For the glory of my Lord! Let the Sun’s radiance purify everything!"
And behind her, countless fervent Sun Worshipers roared with excitement.
"For the glory of my Lord!!!"
These warriors from various races and places stood together, fighting for the grand goal of "eliminating evil."
Facing these invaders of the Divine Country Domain, the Evil God’s warriors weren’t planning to surrender just like that.
Every Divine War is a protracted battle, and they would exert their last bit of strength to resist the invasion of light.
However, contrary to many expectations, this seemingly evenly matched war ended swiftly.
Under the command of the Archangel, the Sun’s followers displayed terrifying power beyond anyone’s imagination.
The world once again witnessed the terror of this Archangel.
The Archangel unfurled her wings, stained with sticky black blood, yet the golden light on her wings had not diminished, every feather seemed tempered with fragments of the Sun.
"Lord Angel, the lines are stable, everything is as you anticipated."
The beautiful angel serving as the deputy knelt on one knee, her voice trembling with excitement: "The Evil God’s main shrine has been purified by Holy Fire, your tactical maneuvers perfectly aligned with our Lord’s divine oracle."
Yet, in the face of praises, the Archangel did not show any joy, as if she had merely done something utterly ordinary.
"..."
Luhier quietly turned back, looking towards the rift at the boundary of the Divine Kingdom, where a blinding halo was suspended, the will of the Sun God, like a silent torrent, was slowly sweeping across the newly purified domain.
When she led the Angel Legion to tear down the Divine Kingdom’s barrier, she had felt the decisiveness contained within that will.
When the Holy Fire turned the Evil God Cultists into ashes, that will added a few degrees of approval.
At this moment, a strand of golden light descended from the halo, gently landing on her sword’s blade, the originally dim sword instantly ignited with golden flames, burning away the lingering evil aura.
She knew this was the Goddess’s reward, recognition of her perfect execution of orders.
"Thank you, my Lord."
Luhier knelt on one knee in mid-air, expressing gratitude to the Divine.
And when the horn of retreat echoed, Luhier lifted her head, glancing back at the collapsing Divine Kingdom.
The Evil God’s palace crackled in the Holy Fire, the remains of the Apostles who once served the Evil God were gradually consumed by the flame.
"Evil will ultimately be destroyed by justice."
Luhier’s wings trembled slightly, her heart filled with devotion to the Divine.
At that time, she firmly believed that the boundary between light and darkness was clearly demarcated, and any means to eliminate darkness was an extension of justice.
...
Thinking of this, Luhier slowly opened her eyes, feeling as if it belonged to a different lifetime.
Since she chose to fall, she had seldom recalled things from so long ago.