Countless golden gates opened behind Angel, and all kinds of weapons shot towards Tiran like stars, leaving dazzling golden trails in the air.

"Aren't you afraid of being accused because of all these shiny weapons! Impure one!"

Tiran was covered in cold sweat. She had used a similar attack with chilling aura to deal with Yanoi before, but the quality, quantity, and power were completely different from Angel's arsenal.

If it was just one or two, or even ten or twenty, she could try to take them head-on. But how about a hundred or a thousand? She couldn't even count the number of weapons coming at her. If she didn't run, she would be turned into roast pork!

A huge ice flower bloomed in the air, blocking dozens of golden lights. At the same time, Tiran quickly plummeted towards the ground. After all, Angel was summoned by the Temple Church, so they wouldn't attack civilians, right?

But the next moment, Angel directly punched Tiran's face. All the golden lights in the sky made a turn and came straight down, intending to turn the area where Tiran was hiding into a bombing zone.

Damn, with the power of Angel's weapons, if they really fell, this whole area would definitely become ruins.

Huh, is this guy really an Angel and not a temporary worker summoned from the Devil's world or something? Why doesn't he care at all about hurting the innocent? Tiran glared at the stars following closely behind and became furious.

Angel might not care about the lives of ordinary humans, but Tiran definitely couldn't do that. Although she usually minded her own business and didn't bother with anything, she couldn't just stand by and watch innocent civilians suffer. It was a matter of both morality and conscience.

"Alright, you've pissed me off now." Tiran spread her wings behind her to halt her descent, turned around, looked up at the falling golden stars, and pointed her sword forward. In her emerald green pupils, it seemed like golden flames flickered.

A faint glow appeared on the tip of the sword, not dazzling at all. If one didn't look closely, they might not even notice it. However, it was like flowing water, capable of seeping into everything, instantly spreading over the entire area above where Angel was attacking.

It wasn't a split, a slash, or a stab, but a "spreading." The power was not fierce, but on the contrary, it gave a gentle feeling. It was as if sunlight, air, and water naturally existed in this world, but were just being revealed.

The space where Tiran was suddenly changed. The scenery remained the same, but compared to the surrounding space, it felt out of place.

The descent of the stars was abruptly halted, as if they had entered a still painting. Although the brilliance on them flickered, trying to break free, it was in vain.

Then, all the weapons disappeared without a trace, as if an invisible mouth had swallowed them.

A hint of astonishment appeared in Angel's eyes hidden behind the light. "You, aren't human?"

"What do you mean I'm not human? I am a living human being! Aren't your titanium alloy eyes blinded by your own holy light?" The space changed, and the abnormal space returned to normal. However, Tiran's face visibly turned pale, but even so, she mercilessly taunted Angel.

"I see." Angel didn't mind Tiran's sarcasm and silently nodded.

Then, the space around Angel also changed.

...

"Holy shit!"

Heinrich and Johannes, who were watching from the same spot, were scared to death. In a sense, they had to thank Tiran. The monastery was also within Angel's attack range just now, and if it had really fallen, the two summoners would have been wiped out too.

"We can never summon an Angel again... If we accidentally kill ourselves, we would become a laughingstock." Johannes wiped the sweat off his forehead and shivered. "But how did she do that just now? All those weapons disappeared in an instant. Could it be spatial magic? Isn't Lady Tiran incapable of magic?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe that's the level of legends." Heinrich shook his head with some regret. He himself was injured during a battle before he could reach the level of legends, so even though he hadn't achieved it now, he could understand more from Tiran's actions just now....

"Wow, what a big scene right after I arrived. Is that Angel?"

On the top of a normal three-story house in the capital city, a virtual figure slowly emerged from the shadows, gradually solidifying into an almost tangible presence.

Just as it appeared, the Angel's Holy Sword almost smashed it back to where it came from.

If Tiran were here, he would probably grab this guy and interrogate him. It's frustrating when someone stops talking halfway, especially when it's about crucial information concerning why they ended up in this weird otherworld.

The fortune teller's figure remained shrouded in a black robe, and the purple eyes under the hood glanced up at the battlefield in the sky, where it seemed like gods were fighting. He muttered softly, "The girl is quite impressive, even mastering the power of the laws. However... she's still not Holy Rank. It won't be easy dealing with the Angel in flames."

...

"Is the person in the sky His Highness Tiran?"

The clash of swords, and suddenly, Sino laughed softly, "It seems like His Highness, the White Knight, is in trouble. As a knight who follows her, don't you consider helping?"

"I believe in Her Highness." Justice pushed Sino away with force and said coldly, "My only goal is to defeat you and stop the Tower of Demons!"

"Do you really think you can defeat me with just a sword?" Sino calmly adjusted his grip on the blade and looked at Justice with a mocking expression. "The sword in your hand is the Sword of Growth, right? I admit, with your high-level knight's strength, using that sword to stack up speed, even I can't keep up. But how long can your Chi last in this state?"

Each word struck Justice's heart.

In the end, the gap in strength cannot be compensated for by equipment alone. The more times the Sword of Growth is stacked, the more Chi it consumes. After stacking three times, Justice can barely keep up with Sino in terms of speed. But until now, he still couldn't completely defeat Sino, and his own Chi was almost depleted.

"Defeating you is enough!"

Chi erupted in an instant, and Justice's figure flashed as he thrust his sword. He had made up his mind. Continuing like this wouldn't lead to any results. He would use all his Chi to forcefully ascend to the sixth stage and strike him with extreme speed!

Just one sword!

Facing the god-like speed that even his full effort may not be able to achieve, Sino revealed a dangerous smile and wielded his blade.

A dance of blades!

Almost at the same time as the strike, a burst of blood sprayed out in the air around Sino. Then, Justice's figure slowly fell, and the Sword of Growth flew out and embedded itself diagonally into the wall.

Although he had tried his best to block with his sword, Justice's strength was almost drained when he delivered the unstoppable strike. His desperate defensive move only ensured that he wouldn't be killed by a single blow.

"A blade dance...?"

There was a deep wound from his left shoulder to his right rib, and Justice had completely lost his fighting strength.

"Justice, that's your name, right?" Sino walked over to him, overlooking the man lying in a pool of blood, and sighed gently. "You seem to have misunderstood something. Speed is indeed my specialty, but as a self-proclaimed sword saint, how could I only have speed?"

In the instant Justice approached, Sino swung a blade aura that covered all the surrounding space. Even if he couldn't predict the direction due to his excessive speed, it was enough to harm the opponent.

"If you can maintain the speed of the sixth stage for a long time, I might truly have no way to deal with you. But unfortunately, you only have the power for one strike, a linear attack that can't be dodged at all. You can only crash into the edge of my blade."

"You win." There was no trace of remorse or disappointment on Justice's face as he calmly glanced at Sino.

"Well, rest in peace then." Sino held the blade in a reverse grip, ready to finish off this opponent who had caused him quite a bit of trouble.

But just before the blade descended, the corner of Sino's eye suddenly caught a dazzling light.

The trajectory of the blade changed, and the tip tapped away a shining blade that was flying towards them.

"Oh my, because Eomer stubbornly refused to let me fight head-on, I had to come to join the fun here. Short of one person, why not include me?" The silver-haired pretty boy pulled out the Sword of Growth from the wall, yawned, and half-jokingly half-seriously said.

...

What would be the reaction of humans when facing an Angel? Ordinary people would be in awe, believers would worship, as for the princess..."Princess wants to say a vulgar word.

As the mighty silver-clad warrior, she has never experienced defeat since her debut. At worst, she would settle for a draw. Although she has encountered many difficult battles, she has never come across an opponent this difficult to handle.

The princess now believes that the idea of getting stronger the more you fight strong opponents and the mutual respect between strong opponents are all lies from fantasy novels. From now on, anyone who dares to mention that they can easily defeat her will have their heads smashed in. She wishes she could slap that Angel across the face right now!

In theory, Tiran is already quite strong. Touching the threshold of legend is not an exaggeration, but a genuine encounter with the "laws of the world." This is another name for most legendary powerhouses. Once the laws of the world are grasped, one surpasses humanity and enters a completely new realm.

—a transcendent [Saint].

At present, Tiran only has a superficial understanding of the laws. If the laws of the world were a grand palace, she has just barely opened a crack in the door, only able to catch a glimpse of what's inside. But even this slight grasp is enough to overpower most of the ninth-level powerhouses in the world.

For example, during the battle with Xiyue last time, even if Xiyue's speed was incredibly fast, once the spatial laws were activated, all of his actions were exposed to Tiran's eyes, resulting in his defeat.

The problem is, the Angel in front of her seems to have a much higher understanding of the laws than Tiran.

"And God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."

Angel gently flaps its pure white wings and softly sings in an unknown language. But when it reaches Tiran's ears, she understands what the Angel is saying.