February 27th.
The three exorcists from the Dragon Kingdom are already skilled at using the power of merit to do many things.
The Dragon Kingdom also received a great deal of good news.
Zombies eradicated across the entire territory!
This was achieved with Li Xuanzu's all-out effort, with nearly a hundred fifth-tier combat-powered blood servants swarming out, leaving only a thousand drops of blood as reserves.
Two fifth-tier zombies lurking in the three major regions of Tibet, Xinjiang, and Mongolia were submerged by a crimson giant wave.
In fact, their existence was only discovered afterward when the spirit cores were being tallied.
"Heh, I never imagined that all our hard work to clear zombies from the Dragon Kingdom would be no match for someone else's single action."
"We really are a joke."
A third-tier psionicist sat on the devastated yellow grasslands of the frontier, gazing up at the sky with a sigh.
He was not lucky enough to obtain a spirit core in the early stages of the apocalypse.
But he was brave and fearless, facing zombies without fear of death, and gradually transformed from an ordinary person into a third-tier psionicist.
There are many people like this, and quite a few people will have a strange feeling because of it.
What they strive for their entire lives is something that others can easily achieve.
The faith that had been held for many years collapsed like a tall building with an unstable foundation.
However, even if Li Xuanzu saw these things, he wouldn't care.
A powerful surge of faith energy was detected in the Nordic region.
So powerful that it surpasses even the creator god of India!
Without a second thought, Li Xuanzu withdrew his blood and quickly flew towards the Nordic region.
... ...
Let's go back an hour.
London, the capital of the British Empire.
"Everyone, the god-making project has begun."
Oswald sat at a large round table with the top leaders of the five Nordic countries and said a sentence.
The other five nodded in unison and turned their gazes toward the woman beside them.
It was the stunningly beautiful woman who had attended the meeting with Oswald earlier.
"Let's begin, Michael."
Oswald spoke.
Michael, if I remember correctly, is the name of the most powerful angel, the Seraphim, in the Christian mythological system.
The girl's name was Michael.
"Yes, sir."
Michael bowed slightly, and a pair of snow-white wings, nearly three people tall, unfurled behind him.
The feathers on it emitted a gentle white light, making everyone present feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
Three women appeared on the round table.
The Three Goddesses of Norn!
The three sisters had awakened at some unknown time.
"Hahaha, those pigs in the Dragon Kingdom will never have imagined that we would cultivate an existence even greater than the Creator God!"
"The sun of the British Empire will never set!"
"We should be the ones in charge of this planet!"
Oswald burst into laughter, his expression manic.
A huge halo appeared behind Michael, and her body was constantly being blown upwards by the airflow generated by the flapping of her enormous wings.
The magnificent palace's ceiling slowly opened up, like a blooming flower, letting in dazzling sunlight.
Michael's body blocked the sun, and all that could be seen was a huge shadow.
"I am a messenger from heaven, a messenger of God."
"Great God, I will sing your praises and tell your great deeds to the world. I am Michael, the most faithful angel under your command."
“I represent holiness, goodness, and integrity.”
"My existence is due to God, my existence is to serve God, my existence is unique!"
"I am the protector, I am the observer!"
"I am both the recorder and the executor!"
"Those I protect are all good, those I observe are all rare treasures, those I record are all epic, and those I do are all acts of justice!"
“I am God’s servant and God’s incarnation. My actions are also God’s challenge.”
"I am the punishment of heaven!"
With each word Michael spoke, wings would slowly grow from the back of his head.
Her eyes slowly opened, and the heavens and earth trembled, as if a million lions were roaring at the same time.
A thin gauze robe was covered with layers of dazzling golden armor.
A dark golden longsword slowly materialized and was tightly gripped in her hand.
"I wield a sharp sword to judge all evil in the world; it is judgment, it is punishment!"
The voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly heard by everyone in the six countries.
They didn't know why they heard the voice, but they were all momentarily stunned.
Everyone looked up at the "second sun" in the sky.
She was so dazzling, yet she didn't sting.
Their bodies shone with golden light, and the zombies and monsters around them could not get close to them in an instant.
Everyone, including the country's top leader Oswald, instinctively raised their hands, palms up, as if supporting the sky.
"Ragnarok, the world is in chaos, and even the great gods cannot save us."
"I pledge my lifelong faith to make myself a god in this mortal body!"
"My people, I will use this sharp blade to pave a bright path for you!"
Michael had six wings on his back, and a pair of fleshy buds were still wriggling.
Six wings signify the highest level of angel.
She wants to become a god!
The golden light emanating from the people of the six nations transformed into countless hands, converging upon Michael.
Countless hands stopped at Michael's feet, like a golden mountain.
Before them, long, pale golden steps solidified, soaring straight into the clouds.
At her feet lie the hopes of millions!
"I heard your longing for justice, and I came to you in response, and was saved in the light. Pray to me!"
"Lift me up, and I will lead you to eradicate all evil."
"I am an eternal and immortal being!"
"I will take the final step as the victor and become a god!"
"My heroic deeds will be sung by the world!"
My glorious deeds will be remembered by the world!
"Every battle I fight is a divine punishment!"
The girl stepped onto the steps woven from light and walked slowly away.
With each step Michael took, a wound would appear on his body.
Her blood was bright red, but she never stopped.
Below, dazzling hands fluttered, attempting to soothe her wounds.
Until He merged with the sun, all the blood flowing from His body had turned golden.
Those who are lifted up by all living beings ascend to godhood through a long ladder!
He succeeded, uniting the hopes and faith of all beings.
With its eight wings spread out, it covered the sun's radiance.
The dark gold longsword also became incredibly dazzling, as if it could cut through everything in the world.
"You beast, you dare to come here again!"
The golden staircase vanished, and before Michael could even land, he suddenly swung his sword.
A massive wave of golden-red flames hurtled rapidly toward a certain direction in the sky.
"Sizzle!"
"Damn! I underestimated you bunch of scumbags. You actually managed to pull something big!"
Li Xuanzu cried out in pain and angrily cursed.
There was a deep, bone-revealing wound on his forearm, with platinum-gold flames burning continuously on it.
It's very difficult to extinguish.
"O eternally burning flame, I beg you, burn away all the evil in the world."
Without hesitation, Li Xuanzu restored the blood flow from his arm back to his body and ripped the entire arm off.
Without the supply of blood, the severed arm was burned to ashes in mid-air.
His new arm grew back quickly, but he looked terrible.
This sense of oppression surpasses even that of Vishnu!
(Emmmm...how should I put it, it was definitely cringeworthy, but I had a dream about this before, but unfortunately I couldn't fully express it.)
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