At the same time, but the crazy

Chapter 625 Lord of Holy Light
On the high hill, Zhang Qi, who was standing with his arms crossed, trembled slightly, and a look of unexpected surprise flashed in his eyes.

That magnificent blueprint constructed from billions of golden spells, that nascent universe woven from ten origins and twenty-two paths... that is the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

It symbolizes the entire universe, and the spiritual journey from humanity to divinity.

Every origin and every path represents a realm and a profound truth.

Zhang Qi had imagined that Ye, with his talent, might be able to forge a unique path, but he never expected that Ye would be able to reach such a fundamental level in such a short time, solely through analysis and deduction.

Although the tree of life before us is still illusory, merely an outline, a tender embryo.

However, the "Tao" it contains has already transcended the level of mere power.

Based on this alone, Jehovah could already act with impunity under the Holy Throne.

The next instant, the holy light spear that Michael had hurled, condensing "destruction" and "purification," had already transcended the distance of time and space and struck the seemingly fragile golden diagram.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, no deafening roar of energy collision tearing the sky apart.

Under the horrified gaze of all the angels and all the survivors.

That spear of death, powerful enough to erase everything below the holy throne.

The moment it touched the Tree of Life, it was as if it had been thrown into the sea, silently merging into it.

The dazzling light seemed to have found its long-lost home, flowing along the path on the map and finally merging into the origin at the bottom.

Instead of causing any damage, it actually made the illusory diagram more solid.

Dead silence.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

A visible commotion arose within the perfectly aligned ranks of the angelic legion.

The sacred and solemn expressions on their faces were replaced by a look of utter disbelief.

They are creations of the Holy Light, embodiments of the Holy Light walking in the world, and have the most direct connection with that vast source of energy.

In this era where holy positions are obscured and gods have vanished, they can directly draw power from the source of holy light.

They could not understand, much less accept, why the power that should have belonged to them could be so easily absorbed and assimilated by a mortal, a "thief".

"impossible……"

"What... exactly did you do?"

Michael's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and for the first time, an emotion called "wavering" appeared in his cold eyes that judged all things.

"It's not that I did anything, it's that the Holy Light chose me."

His voice was cold and clear, yet it clearly reached the depths of the consciousness of every being, as if he were stating a simple axiom.

As he said, the Holy Light is the positive energy of the Order side, and it will instinctively converge and attach itself to the 'Tao' which is similar in nature and has higher potential.

It's like travelers on the same road; if they walk hand in hand, they can naturally reach a farther destination than if they went alone.

His path revealed a broader future, which naturally attracted the Holy Light.

These words were more powerful than any divine force, directly shattering the foundation of Michael's faith, and indeed that of all the angels.

"What nonsense!"

Michael let out a roar, his anger completely overwhelming his divine majesty.

His pure golden divine armor began to burn, and he frantically drew endless holy light from the source of energy.

Instead of coalescing into a physical form, it transformed directly into holy flames that incinerated all things, enveloping his entire being.

His aura rose steadily, and soon broke through a certain critical point, causing even the space behind him to distort and melt.

"Lord Michael!"

"Stop! Your body cannot withstand such a massive amount of energy!"

The remaining Seraphim and Thrones gasped in surprise. They were indeed energy beings, but that didn't mean they could absorb power without limit.

Michael's current state is akin to forcibly stuffing a volcano into a glass of water; the inevitable result will be his own destruction.

They couldn't understand why someone would go to such lengths to deal with a "thief."

Only Gabriel, who had remained silent all along, slowly lowered the silver horn in his hand.

A deep sigh and understanding flickered in his compassionate eyes.

Because he knew that Michael wanted to verify what this human had said.

The Holy Light... perhaps it has truly abandoned them.

"boom--!"

With Michael's final roar, an indescribable pillar of light shot into the sky, then poured out like a celestial river, instantly engulfing the entire world.

This light contains concepts representing absolute order, such as "burning," "purification," "reset," and "reunification."

Under this light, the earth dissolves, the mountains evaporate, the air decomposes, and all matter and laws that are different from the rules of the holy light are being ruthlessly erased, returning to their most primitive form.

Absolute order means absolute tyranny.

However, within this white light that symbolized the end, a figure emerged with unhurried steps.

yeah.

He was unharmed, and the pure white light seemed to serve as a backdrop to highlight his figure.

With each step he took forward, the land beneath his feet, which had been erased into nothingness, would miraculously regrow.

First came the firm soil, then the tender green shoots, followed by the impatient blooming of flowers and the rapid growth of trees.

Seeing this miracle comparable to creation, the surviving believers behind Jehovah had long forgotten their fear.

Tears streamed down their faces as they went from kneeling to prostrating themselves in utmost devotion, unconsciously chanting the name of Jesus repeatedly.

One step, one chance.

One step, one world.

Jehovah continued walking until he passed through the entire curtain of destruction and arrived before Michael, who was exhausted and whose holy flames were beginning to dissipate.

Behind him, the once desolate and hopeless wasteland had now transformed into a boundless, flower-filled field.

The wind carries a refreshing fragrance.

Hua stared blankly at the sea of ​​flowers, at those little, nameless wildflowers that swayed in the wind, her favorite ones.

Tears streamed down her face without her noticing, but a genuine, radiant smile bloomed on her lips.

The legion of angels in the sky had already ceased all their movements.

They looked at each other, their shock and confusion beyond words.

The holy flames on Michael's body were completely extinguished. He knelt on one knee and lowered his proud head.

Gabriel sighed and slowly descended from the sky, kneeling on one knee alongside Michael.

"We... pay homage to the new Lord."

As beings born of the Holy Light, since the Holy Light has made its choice, they have no room for resistance and can only submit.

This human has caused the Holy Light to manifest in a new form, so naturally they have no choice but to submit.

As they finished speaking, the Bible that was floating in front of Jesus opened automatically, and brand-new golden words slowly emerged on it.

[The Lord comes from the light...]

(End of this chapter)