Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

Just as Zhang Yuan officially teamed up with two top fighters...

Fortuna, the sanctuary church behind the Grand Opera House.

This place was originally a safe house prepared by the cult for nobles and high-ranking officials, but now it was eerily quiet.

"Nero..."

Kirie clasped her hands together in front of her chest and knelt before the statue to pray.

Her white dress looked somewhat flimsy in the candlelight, and her face was filled with worry.

The previous attack happened too quickly. While Nero was fighting Dante, she was forcibly brought here by her brother Credo, but lost contact with Nero.

"Don't worry, Kirie."

A slightly hoarse voice came from the shadows.

Credo, the Commander of the Order's Knights, and also Kyrie's older brother. He wore heavy armor, and his expression shifted between light and shadow in the candlelight.

"Nero is incredibly resilient. In comparison... your situation is far more dangerous now."

"Brother?" Kylie turned around, looking at Credo with some confusion. "Isn't this a safe house? And His Holiness the Pope is also here..."

"For the greater good, some sacrifices are necessary."

The answer she received was not from Credo, but from an even more chilling voice.

Agnas walked in, rubbing his hands together like a giant fly, carrying a strange detector in his hand.

The way he looked at Kirie was as if he were looking at a precious lab rat.

"A pure, innocent soul...the perfect vessel!"

Agnas stammered with excitement, "His Holiness the Pope is right, only your bloodline can appease the core of the 'Savior'!"

"Agnus! Watch your words!" Credor drew his sword abruptly, blocking Kyrie's path. "His Majesty's order is 'protection,' not 'experimentation'!"

"Heh-heh-heh... Credo, you're still so naive."

Agnas pushed up his monocle, grinned from ear to ear, and pointed behind him.

Two figures dressed in magnificent pure white robes emerged from the darkness.

Pope Sanctus, and the Lumen Sage—Badr.

"Your Majesty..." Credo looked at the Pope in shock, "What does this mean?"

"Credo, my child."

Sanctus revealed a benevolent yet hypocritical smile. "The world is crumbling. The demon's minions (referring to Dante and others) have infiltrated the city. We need power, we need a 'savior' to awaken and purify all of this."

He looked at Kirie, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"And Kirie is the key to awakening the savior. It is her honor as a saint to save all mankind."

"No...this is not right!" Credo's hand holding the sword trembled, his faith and family ties clashing fiercely within him.

"This is fate, mortals."

Badr, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

With just a glance, an invisible, terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire church.

"Kneel down."

boom!

Credo felt as if his knees had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he uncontrollably knelt down, his sword clattering to the ground.

That was absolute suppression from a higher-ranking individual.

"Take her away," Bader ordered calmly.

Two "Silver Knights" emerged from the void, supporting the terrified Kirie from the left and right.

"Brother! Nero!" Kyrie cried out helplessly, but her voice was quickly blocked by a magical barrier.

As he watched his sister being roughly taken away, Credo's eyes were bloodshot and bulging with rage, but he was unable to move an inch.

"Don't rush, Knight Commander."

Baldr walked up to Credor, looking down at him. "You have an even more important task. That bastard Nero, and those arrogant invaders... go and stop them."

He casually tossed down a golden core that exuded an ominous aura.

"Use this. If you can prove your loyalty, perhaps... I'll consider letting your sister go."

Badr and the Pope disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a string of cold laughter...

The church returned to deathly silence.

Credo knelt on the ground, staring intently at the core.

That is the core of the "One-Winged Angel's" transformation, a contract that sells one's soul in exchange for power.

"Loyalty...heh, loyalty..."

Credo let out a mournful, bitter laugh.

He always believed that he was protecting the sacred and upholding justice.

In the end, all he was protecting was a huge lie, a monster that devoured his loved ones.

But can he refuse?

Kirie is still in their hands. She is his only family, the sister he swore to protect for life.

"Forgive me, Nero..."

Credo reached out, his hand trembling, and grasped the scorching hot core.

The golden light pierced his palm instantly, beginning to erode his flesh and blood, transforming him into a non-human monster.

"For Kirie... I would gladly descend into hell."

He slowly stood up, his once upright and resolute face now twisted and ferocious.

A massive single wing, made of light and bone, tore open behind him.

"Come on, Nero. If you really want to save her..."

Kredo gripped the massive shield in his hand, a shield that once symbolized protection but had now become an accomplice, his voice hoarse and desperate.

"Then step over my corpse!"

……

The headquarters of the cult, the highest central tower.

Badr stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city of Fortuna.

Pope Sanctus stood behind him, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, watching the rapidly moving "red, white, and black" trio on the monitor screen.

"That Easterner... Zhang Yuan."

Sanctus gritted his teeth. "He actually teamed up with Dante and that witch! He lied to us! He wasn't here to help at all!"

"And I even gave the order to allow him to tour the core area of ​​the cult's technical department!"

"cheat?"

Badr held a glass of red wine, a faint smile playing on his lips. "No, Sanctus, he not only didn't lie to us, he even helped us a lot."

"What?" The Pope was taken aback.

"Take a look at this."

Badr pointed behind him to the enormous, sleeping statue of the "Savior".

At this moment, the enormous core gem on the statue's chest was shimmering slightly.

"The activation of the savior requires enormous energy. Ordinary souls are too weak; only the conflict, despair, and anger of the strong are the best fuel."

The light in Badr's eyes turned fervent.

"The Son of Sparta, the Left Eye of Darkness, and that mysterious Eastern anomaly... When these three world-destroying forces come together, the resulting energy ripples are simply... a delicious feast."

"Did that Asian man think he was using us?"

"Ha... he's just a hardworking 'deliveryman'."

Badr suddenly crushed the wine glass in his hand, and the red wine spilled out like blood.

He turned around and pressed the red button on the control panel, a button that symbolized destruction.

"Now that all the guests have arrived, let's serve the dishes."

"Activate the defense protocol."

"Open all—the gates of hell!"

next second.

Rumble—!!!

The entire city began to tremble violently, and a crimson light shot into the sky, tearing open countless black cracks at the four corners of the city.

The roar of the demons instantly engulfed this hypocritical "City of Gods".