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But now, facing this magnificent and sacred gate in the sky, she also tried her best to maintain the purity of her body and mind and prayed devoutly.

You can tell by looking at the Servants and even the remaining dragons around them.

Look, out of the eight billion people in the world, 31% are Christians and 24% are Muslims, which directly accounts for more than half of the world's population. They all believe in them. The tens of millions of people who follow Judaism don't even count.

That tells you what kind of status Heaven has now.

Moreover, the Servants aren't idiots. The scene of Hell Tempting Rother just now was clearly not in the Type-Moon style and wasn't even from the Type-Moon universe.

In other words, the Hell dimension is deeper than they imagined, and is a truly trans-cosmic existence.

Hell is what the head office is like in heaven?

then.

Whether it's Atalanta from Greece, Phoebus from the mythology behind her, Kiyohime from Japan, or Mash from Celtic mythology, they all look incredibly obedient and docile right now, utterly harmless.

They instantly transformed into mature adults, their expressions more devout than the last, regardless of whether they believed in their hearts, practically screaming, "Boss, can I go to heaven?" Give them any job they want, even a gatekeeper or a lowly angel would do.

They're all spirits. When a Heroic Spirit is fixed in the Throne of Heroes like amber, how can it compare to being an angel?

Even Jeanne Alter stopped making a sound, shrinking her body and desperately trying to minimize her presence.

In fact, it was Gilles de Rais who opposed God. Black Jeanne is a fictionalized version of Jeanne d'Arc, but she is still Jeanne d'Arc. She actually felt that her actions might be tacitly approved by God.

But Heaven's Gate clearly had no interest in these small fry. Today's Heaven is not the small-town enterprise of Judaism's time; it is a super trust behemoth spanning the universe, worth billions every minute. It doesn't have time to look at the job applications of a few vocational school graduates.

“Holy, holy…”

On the relief of the phantom of the Gates of Heaven, the radiant wings of Michael, the King of Light, flashed, and amidst solemn hymns and praises, a holy radiance shone down, instantly enveloping Joan of Arc's body as pure white feathers fluttered down.

In a beautiful scene.

Instead of the joy of being recognized by the faith, Joan of Arc's beautiful eyes showed some guilt.

Although she didn't understand much about sex, she understood what Roser meant by his direct gaze and the physical contact with her sensitive areas.

Is she still considered a saint?

It's like when a woman brings a blond-haired man to her door, and the blond-haired man, riding a ghost-horse, shouts "Old Deng" as soon as he gets off the bike; the woman feels guilty at that moment.

However, old Michael clearly had no intention of speaking, and the holy light only lasted for one breath before slowly receding.

Joan of Arc's aura did not increase, and her spirit origin did not show any fluctuations.

The Spirit Origin, a vessel that can be changed at any time, was clearly not taken seriously by the other party. That high-dimensional power directly invaded the Throne of Heroes, purifying Jeanne d'Arc's records and shielding her from the influence of any unofficial histories or legends.

Even the traces of someone's contact on her body, as well as the little tricks left behind to secretly locate Jeanne d'Arc's records, were all cleaned up.

Old Deng said nothing, closed the door, and kicked someone out.

Rother: "..."

Oh no, they're coming for me.

Immediately afterwards, three beams of light enveloped Saint Martha, Mashu, and Saint George, who had arrived after blocking the evil dragon—the exact same operation: purification and protection.

After all, Galahad had protected the Holy Grail in history, so he could be considered one of their own.

The big boss has finally come back, so naturally he'll at least take care of his own people.

If Grand Duke Vlad, who was rumored to be a vampire, hadn't already left the stage, he'd probably be green with envy by now.

soon.

The Gate of Heaven has once again rewarded several meritorious individuals, though the rewards are naturally lower, merely purifying their records and removing any remaining protection.

Then the gate, radiant with light, became even more transparent, gradually fading away as dazzling pure white feathers of light fell, clearly indicating that it was about to leave.

'You're leaving already?'

Many Servants were taken aback.

The purification and protection of Galahad, Martha, and Joan of Arc's records were clearly just something done on the spur of the moment since they were already there.

That day, a power as low-profile as Type-Moon and a certain Eastern mythology manifested itself in the world for...

'Are you afraid I'll corrupt Satan...?'

Rosser remained silent.

Seriously, is your Heaven Company really this naive? Don't tell me you're like the one from Jashin-san Chuunibyou, or Gabriel DropOut.

In short...

"I don't agree!"

Rother shouted and lunged toward the gates of heaven, yelling, "I have been wronged! I did the most work! I saved the world! I upheld the honor of our kingdom! The honor of the four dimensions and the ten worlds (points of matter) rests on my shoulders!"

"It's unfair! I'm not satisfied! Why do they all get rewards, but I don't? I'm going to see God!"

“I have shed blood for the Kingdom of Heaven. Look, my skin is all broken. We can’t let our heroes feel disheartened.”

Rother wasn't afraid at all. Amidst the stares of the others, he rushed over, pounding on the door and crying, "Open the door! This is discrimination! Discrimination against me because I don't have wings! I want to see God! I've been wronged..."

"Lord Luo!"

Mashu and Jeanne panicked and hurriedly tried to pull him down.

That's Heaven, and it's clearly even more terrifying than they thought. Although Luo Jun is very strong and might be able to rival high-ranking angels, there are many high-ranking angels in Heaven. The angel legions are numbered in the hundreds of millions, and the data is quite exaggerated.

Anyway, Jeanne fell into the trap, put on the Mellon concept costume, and had a million angels under her command. The first-order angels were all of the high god level scale, so of course she was a super soldier, similar to a blank servant.

But the next moment...

The Heavenly Gate, radiating boundless light, paused slightly, and Michael, the King of Light in the relief, seemed to twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"......"

They can clear the game without you, okay? Do you think I can't see the future?

Rosser: Just tell me if I did it, old man, drop some coins.

Forget it, let's just get rid of this filthy thing quickly...

With a flash of its wings, an immense, pure white holy light, many times greater than before, slammed into Rother's face. Then, seemingly disgusted by the pollution, it abandoned the subsequent massive amount of holy light, cutting it off entirely and giving it all to Rother.

moment.

The cracks in Rosser's body healed rapidly, and even his human-like outer shell strengthened and evolved at an astounding pace.

Every cell in the body is stretching comfortably, completing a fundamental upgrade, undergoing a rapid leap in evolution, and quickly surpassing all known material structures on Earth.

His already formidable physique increased more than threefold and was still slowly strengthening, its terrifying power forcibly locking the chaotic vortex firmly within his human shell.

Moreover, the body was endowed with a sacred and pure quality, which would qualify one as a saint in Christianity.

Resistance to curses, pollution, evil, etc., is increased by 1000%.

If you put it in a fantasy setting, you could at least be rated as having a divine body and compete for a place among the top geniuses.

This saved Rosser at least several hundred thousand Heavenly Jade.

"......"

Roser beamed with joy. Without saying a word, he spent 100,000 Heavenly Dao Jade to refine, analyze, and strengthen the holy light properties of his body. Then, he decisively retraced one of his past lives.

His eyes became gentle and tolerant, and his temperament became pure and noble, like a saint, no, a saint reborn.

Without even touching him, just by looking at him, one can tell what a noble, virtuous, and righteous person he is.

Just like Enoch, the righteous man 8,500 years ago, who is now Metatron, the scribe of God...

Rosser looked up.

The blue Taoist robe she wore instantly transformed into a white-and-gold-threaded angel robe, with golden chains wrapped around it and her black hair, as black as satin, flowing freely.

A brilliant holy light poured out from behind his shoulders, and dazzling pure white feathers of light scattered. Two holy wings of angels broke through the ground and stretched upwards toward the sky.

Without pausing, a second pair of smaller, somewhat underdeveloped pure white wings then extended from the lower flanks on both sides.

Four-winged angels are now high-ranking angels in the divine order of Heaven.

Second only to cherubim and seraphim like Michael.

Everyone stared blankly at the sky.

"Luo Jun... he wasn't joking after all?"

Even Mash, who was the fastest progressing with Rosser and trusted him the most, rubbed her eyes.

She had no doubt about his strength, but...

"No way, absolutely impossible."

Gudako was dumbfounded.

Could this thing be an angel? Or a high-ranking angel?

now.

A pure white angel spread its wings, and Rosser held his heart in his hands as if in prayer, like God's most devout angel.

On the magnificent gates of heaven, even the relief of Michael seems to open his eyes in astonishment.

Could this thing be an angel?

His former colleague Satan was more human than him, and there was absolutely no one like him among the officially appointed angels in Heaven. The only newly exalted angel in this world was Enoch, and he had already relinquished his personal status to move to the head office.

In short, it's impossible.

Then....

Angel Rother spoke up, shouting in a gentle voice, "Open the door, Vice Director! I'm the newly hired Archangel Serchin Rother, one of our own, you'll be my colleague from now on."

Okay, nothing has changed.

"..."

On the magnificent Gates of Heaven, the relief of Michael slowly closes his eyes, as if weary, and the Gates of Heaven quickly fade away.

Angel Roser rushed over instantly, clinging tightly to the door and refusing to let him leave: "There's something fishy going on, there's definitely something fishy going on! I want to see the chairman! I'm not satisfied! I've been wronged! Someone must have withheld my credit, they're jealous of my talent. I won't name names, but Vice Chairman, you have to stand up for me!"

"No, no, an archangel won't do, but an archangel will do, or even three pairs of wings. It's a lower rank, but I won't mind. Less work, preferably no work at all. Just give me a position as a female angel's personal assistant, so I can place a few subordinates in my ranks."

"Okay, I admit I have my own selfish motives, but Joan of Arc and Martha are still on our side, so it's not unreasonable to assign them a mid-level angel, is it?"

"Chords, I only need Cherubim, that's all I can get."

But obviously.

Michael's attitude was firm.

If this guy gets into heaven, it's like a mouse getting into a rice bin. He might even get a job as an angel, like the dog at the village entrance.

Their Heavenly Kingdom is a powerful force renowned throughout many cosmic realms; they cannot afford to lose face like this.

If he really gets in, he'll have all seven deadly sins. Within a few years, Heaven will either be corrupted or he'll become a piece of the underworld...

Michael almost couldn't contain himself at the mere thought of the angels of heaven turning into a bunch of will-o'-the-wisps.

If this guy were to follow that idiot Satan and lead the angels in a rebellion, that would be fine. But if he stubbornly refuses to leave, the Kingdom of Heaven would be finished in a few years.

All the Servants were numb.

Now everyone can see that Michael in the relief is the true self, or rather, the gaze projected by the true self.

However, at this moment, Rosser went all out, using his two pairs of wings to forcefully hold onto the gates of heaven, making it impossible for the gates to leave. He looked aggrieved, like a lowly employee being suppressed by his superiors.

"No, I want to come back and join the company. I want to prove my determination to the chairman."

"If the head office doesn't work, then I'll go down to the grassroots level and join your former colleague Satan. Once I become the general manager of the branch office, I'll complain to the chairman."

moment.

The Gates of Hell, which had just fled, suddenly returned, clearly quite excited. The text on it had changed to: Welcome King Rother of the Fallen Angels to the position of Vice-Lord of Hell.

Clearly, this is the kind of treatment Satan provides: no responsibility, just direct enjoyment of the benefits.

Whether it's true or not? Don't worry about that, just lure them in first.

As everyone knows, the devil is untrustworthy.

Once you're in, whether you become Satan or not is no longer up to you. Once the crown is on your head, you can't escape even if you want to.

When the time comes, He will just throw Him into Hell and run away. Whether He starts his own business or returns to the head office to continue working, he will have a bright future ahead of him. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"..."