Chapter 162: Fallen Angel and the God War (16)

Within a sanctuary where only light existed, a vast holy song like a tide continuously echoed.

One voice louder than the last.

One wave greater than the last.

Countless voices called out in unison.

Calling out His name!

(Holy!)

(Holy!)

(He is the One, and He is the All!)

(He is the beginning of all things, and the end of all things!)

(He is the origin of faith, and the setting sun of the gods!)

(……)

(Holy!!!)

Such cries had already continued for countless ages.

But gradually, at some unknown moment, subtle changes began to appear in that singing, and the words within were slightly altered.

(Holy!)

(Holy!)

(You are the One, and You are the All!)

(You are the beginning of all things, and the end of all things!)

(You are the origin of faith, and the setting sun of the gods!)

(……)

(Holy!!!)

The existence toward whom that holy song was directed was no longer a deity looking down upon the mortal world from the heavens, but had become a blasphemer standing right here.

Within that vast holy song, four jade-like hands gripped the edges of the rift, and with simultaneous force, slowly pried the fissure open.

Crack, crack, crack……

Just as the rift continued to widen, that eye seemed to suffer tremendous agony, trembling violently.

Yet it also seemed excited by what was about to happen, its pupil bloodshot.

Suddenly, fissures split open within the eye, like mouths constantly opening and closing, emitting a high-pitched, impassioned holy song.

"Holy!"

"After the setting sun, He is finally born!"

The cries of "Holy" were so high-pitched they could deafen any mortal who had wandered into this place!

And as the holy song reached its climax, the eye was finally torn apart completely.

Crack!

From the rift in the eye, a figure wrapped in wings fell out.

But it did not fall to the ground; instead, it stopped midair out of nowhere.

The silky membrane wrapping the outer layer of the wings shattered, then rapidly dried up and fell away.

Hum—

At this moment, all the holy songs vanished, leaving only a terrifying hum that made the entire space tremble slightly.

Crack, crack, crack……

The six pairs of black wings that had originally circled the giant eye were now reduced to three pairs of snow-white wings, which slowly unfurled within the hum, revealing the true form protected beneath.

It was a tall, slender woman.

She had long hair like a golden waterfall cascading to her waist, the strands shimmering with a soft luster in the light, as if each one contained sacred power.

Her forehead was smooth, like white jade, set with a pale-gold rhombus gemstone—a symbol of her sacred identity.

And what drew the eye most were her arms—she had four arms in total!

The four arms were fair and slender, as if carved from the purest marble.

Sacred radiance expanded outward from her body, resonating with the light throughout the entire space.

From this striking scene, it was not hard to tell that this was an angel.

And an angel of no low rank!

But not long after the wings unfurled, an irresistible blackness silently and instantly began spreading upward from the roots of the wings.

Within a few breaths, all three pairs of wings were dyed black; her resplendent golden hair and the golden gemstone on her forehead also turned pitch-black in an instant.

All holiness vanished without a trace, transforming in the blink of an eye into emptiness and… evil.

She had fallen.

Once again becoming a fallen angel.

Within the aurora, the unclothed fallen angel floated midair with eyes tightly shut, three pairs of enormous wings spread out behind her, simply floating there in midair.

After a long while, she finally slowly shook her head and uttered a soft murmur devoid of emotion.

"As expected…"

"No matter how many times I start over, I will fall again."

As her words fell, the holy song that had been silent for a moment rang out once more!

Echoing through the aurora sanctuary with a fervor dozens of times greater than before.

(Holy!)

(Holy!!)

(Holy!!!)

(Praise be unto Your descent!)

The fallen angel listened to those hymns and cries, and calmly shook her head.

"A bunch of pitiful fools unwilling to face reality…"

With a sigh, her eyes opened slightly for an instant, but soon closed again.

If anyone could catch the details of that fleeting instant, they would see that her pupils were filled with… countless tiny pupils.

"Speaking of which, wasn't there a god's favored one who broke in while I was undergoing my metamorphosis?"

"On his body…"

The fallen angel pondered, and a black robe etched with eerie patterns gradually materialized on her body; a layer of black gauze also appeared before her eyes, covering her gaze.

"Just what was that scent?"

At the same time, in another corner of the world, another great event was unfolding.

In the far north, a land perpetually blanketed in ice and snow, a war no one knew about had broken out.

A divine battle!!!

"Let me go!!!"

The Snow Goddess, who not long ago had displayed her divine might before Herbert and shown the majesty of a goddess, was now baring her teeth in fury, her fur bristling, as she glared back at the detestable one who had seized Her.

But it was a pity.

Furious, yet it was no use at all.

The Snow Goddess's irritated look even seemed a little cute in the other's eyes… no, quite adorable indeed.

The towering beast that had once stood two persons tall was now no bigger than an ordinary house cat, pinned beneath someone's lap, its long snowy fur being gently stroked.

If the avatar shown before Herbert had been lithe and lynx-like, then now She was nothing but the fluffiness and cuteness of a long-haired cat.

Yes.

This was Her true original form; the avatar shown before was merely how the Snow Goddess saw herself, not Her true original appearance.

The one now pinning this goddess's avatar down was also a goddess.

The woman, who appeared to be around thirty, wore a straw raincoat woven from pine branches.

Her face was gentle and kind; a mother's radiance emanated from every one of Her expressions, a faint smile playing at Her lips, as if soothing all things in the world.

When She lowered Her gaze to look at the Snow Goddess, Her eyes were full of tenderness and affection, like a mother watching her own mischievous child.

"Hekathys~ my adorable child~ don't be angry anymore~"

Her voice was calm, her tone gentle, her pace slow.

But when that voice reached the Snow Goddess's ears, it was exceedingly grating.

"Aaaah!"

The white cat raged, twisting her body in an attempt to struggle, but again and again was pressed back down.

"Damn you, Goddess of Winter! You are not my mother! Stop putting on that face at me!"

She roared in fury, her voice echoing across the ice plains, startling awake many beasts slumbering beneath the snow.

But the Goddess of Winter did not get angry; instead She continued soothing, smiling gently:

"Hehe~ whatever are you saying~"

"Yufemi!!!!"

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