Damian was the Goddess’ Agent before he was the pope. He was the human being chosen by Rebecca. Who would’ve imagined that the angels, Rebecca’s devoted subordinates, would be stabbing his heart and cutting his neck?

Confusion was also evident on Damian’s face. 

“Damian!” 

Damian plummeted to the ground before turning to gray ash. Grid’s eyes sank coldly as he took back the hand that had stretched out to grab Damian in vain. 

“It wasn’t the individual will of Zeratul to help Drasion, but the will of the entire celestial world?” 

Angels were the creation of Rebecca,the goddess of light, and legitimate people residing in Heaven. They were completely different from the followers of the Martial God, Zeratul’s private soldiers. Their actions represented the will of Heaven, not a specific individual.

Golden pupils—they were beautiful and brilliant at first glance, but taking a close look, they were merciless and cold, so much so that the eyes of the demons, filled with all sorts of desires, felt more human. 

Chill. Grid got goosebumps as he faced the eyes of the angels whose thoughts and emotions couldn’t be read. 

One of the angles uttered nonsense,...