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

The Papal Chamber, the top floor of the Order's headquarters.

This is a magnificent, breathtaking circular hall with a soaring dome and huge floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the burning city of Fortuna.

But at this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was even more somber than the fighting outside.

"So it has finally come, you blasphemers."

Pope Sanctus hovered in mid-air, two enormous wings of light unfurling behind him. The scepter in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light, and his aged face was filled with fanaticism and arrogance.

Behind him, the statue of the "Savior," not yet fully awakened, cast a huge shadow through the glass window.

At the core of the statue's chest, the faint silhouette of a girl sealed in crystal can be seen—Kiriye.

"You think you can stop salvation from coming through violence? How naive!"

Beside the throne below him, the Luminous Sage Baldr sat elegantly, toying with a golden feather in his hand. He didn't even glance at the four people who had entered, as if they were nothing more than a few noisy flies.

"Redemption?"

Nero stepped forward abruptly, pointing the Scarlet Queen sword at the Pope, and roared:

"You kidnapped Kirie, turned the city into hell, and this is your so-called salvation?! Give her back to me!"

"That was a necessary sacrifice."

Badr, standing to the side, shook his head, a compassionate expression on his face. "Foolishness... For the future of all mankind, for the creation of a perfect world without demons... personal sacrifice is sacred."

"puff……"

An untimely sneer broke the Lumen Sage's speech.

Dante picked at his ear, looking at Bayonetta with a disgusted expression:

"Is this the style of villains over there? How come they're exactly the same as the ones here? The lines even sound like they were copied from the same book, 'The Self-Cultivation of a Villain.'"

"Although I hate to admit it, it really does look alike."

Bayonetta pushed up her glasses, her eyes full of mockery. "However, this old man's taste is still worse. That white robe... tsk tsk, it's an outdated style from the last century, isn't it?"

"presumptuous!"

Sanctus was enraged by their banter. He brandished his scepter, and the enormous phantom of the idol behind him suddenly opened its eyes.

"Since you refuse salvation, then accept judgment!"

boom!

Countless golden beams of energy shot out from behind the Pope, covering the entire hall.

"spread!"

Even without Zhang Yuan's prompting, the three battle-hardened veterans had already reacted.

Dante transformed into a red afterimage, weaving through the gaps in the beams of light, his twin pistols continuously firing at the Pope's shield.

Bayonetta then activated [Witch Time], leaping into the air on beams of light and summoning a giant, magically enchanted fist that slammed down on the Pope.

Nero was the most direct; he used the grasping ability of his demonic hand to swing between the stone pillars in the hall, attempting to approach Kyrie at the core.

And Zhang Yuan...

He stood at the very back and calmly activated [Holy Light Protection].

Ding ding ding ding!

The beam of light struck the golden eggshell, only creating ripples.

"Is this what you call 'divine power'?"

Zhang Yuan adjusted his glasses and analyzed the Pope's data through the tactical terminal.

"The energy density is very high, but the utilization rate is extremely low. It's like a child randomly pressing buttons on a nuclear launcher."

He raised his hand, and a golden halo instantly enveloped the three people who were flying in the air.

[Honor and Blessing!]

boom!

The three men's aura surged instantly.

Dante's greatsword burst into flames, shattering one of the Pope's shields with a single strike.

"Woo-hoo! This buff is awesome! Thanks, boss!"

Bayonetta's magical power surged, and she even had the energy to summon a hellhound that bit the Pope's ankle.

"Not bad, although he's a priest, he understands women's minds quite well."

With Zhang Yuan's strong support, the once arrogant Pope was instantly put on the defensive.

His shield was peeled away layer by layer, his wings of light were torn apart, and he was kicked around like a ball by Dante and Nero.

"No...this is impossible!"

Sanctus collapsed in disarray before the throne, his scepter broken in two. "I possess the power of a savior! I am a god! Why should I lose to you mortals!"

"Because you are not God."

Nero stepped forward, his ghostly hand gripping the Pope's neck tightly, and lifted him up.

"You're just a... disgusting old bastard."

Just as Nero was about to crush the Pope's throat.

Snap, snap, snap...

A round of applause rang out from the side.

Badr, who had been watching the show the whole time, finally stood up.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

Badr looked at the disheveled pope with no sympathy on his face, but rather with a look of triumphant pleasure.

"Sanctus, your mission is complete."

"Wh-what?" The Pope was taken aback.

"I've said it before, these people are just too powerful."

Baldr spread his arms, and the space behind him began to distort violently, revealing a huge, golden eye—the power of the Right Eye of Light.

"You alone, or those minions of demons, cannot activate the Savior. We need more powerful fuel."

"And now..."

Baldr pointed to the vast residual energy that permeated the entire hall—a mixture of Spartan magic, shadow magic, and divine power.

"The fuel tank is full."

Rumble—!!!

The entire papal chamber suddenly trembled violently.

The floor cracked, and countless golden runes surged from the ground, instantly forming a huge alchemical array that enveloped everyone.

"Oh no! That's..." Nero's expression changed.

"It's too late!"

Badr laughed loudly and waved his hand.

An irresistible suction force erupted from the core of that enormous statue.

"ah!!"

Kirie, sealed within the crystal, let out a scream as she was forcibly sucked into the heart of the statue.

Immediately afterwards, Badr grabbed the seriously injured Pope Sanctus.

"You go in too, old friend. As the core... battery."

"No! Badr! You can't..."

Before the Pope could finish speaking, Badr threw him into the hollow of the statue's chest like trash.

Finally, Badr himself transformed into a stream of light and merged into the forehead of the statue.

"Deus Ex Machina!!!"

boom------!!!!

A beam of light pierced through the entire headquarters of the cult.

The massive shockwave sent Zhang Yuan and his three companions flying out of the hall.

As he fell through the air, Zhang Yuan witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The white giant, hundreds of meters tall, who had been sleeping, slowly opened his eyes.

Its halo rotated behind it, and its enormous wings blotted out the sky.

It moved.

With just a simple step, the Tower of Babel, a symbol of the Order's power, collapsed and shattered like building blocks erected by a child.

True despair has arrived.