The roar between heaven and earth continued to roar, all kinds of turbulent soul power fluctuations tumbled and penetrated each other, firmly entangled and mixed together, one after another transparent ripples from the center of the soul power fluctuations violently impacted around, overlapping and intertwined invisible forces shook between heaven and earth, the entire sky was trembling slightly, the entire ground was shaking, the cracked cracks spread outward like a swimming snake, gradually expanding, and finally revealing a dark and terrifying pit, and the hard granite buildings also gradually collapsed and collapsed under this majestic and twisted force, as if there was an invisible huge tsunami surging in the air, is wantonly devouring this ancient city.

Only the majestic castle standing in the center of the capital stood still in such a raging storm of soul power, the alloy exterior wall looked solemn and cold, and the brilliant sunlight projected on it, with a faint metallic glow, like an impregnable fortress of war.

It is the mansion of Duke Tron Ceslia, Neptune's most extravagant palace, and the last and only hope for the survivors who are struggling on the edge of the Haunted Gate......

On the upper floor of the Duke's Palace, in a large and empty room.

Gilgaya sat on the ground on the ground against the huge glass curtain wall, his face distorted and pale from the great shock, his cloudy pupils filled with a dull gray light, and his moist eyes shimmered with fragments of sunlight, like the sparkling waves on the surface of a calm lake, but under such a calm surface there was a taste of sorrow and bitterness.

This is not a war, this is a massacre, a tragic massacre, and the human soul has been twisted into a hideous and strange form driven by desire.

What sorrow, what desolation, what is the point of giving up the most precious thing of being human in the pursuit of ultimate power, leaving behind a violent and cruel shell?

Crystal tears slipped down silently, and the emotions that were intertwined and churning in my heart could no longer distinguish whether they were sadness or hatred, unwillingness or bitterness......

Behind Gilgaia, the girl was still lazily curled up in the chair in front of the desk, through the open glass curtain wall opposite, the burning earth, the billowing smoke, the flowing river of blood, the struggling crowd, and the hideous monsters, the purgatory-like scene was all reflected in her warm jewel-like pupils, but what was quietly condensed under her eyes was an indescribable coldness, as if she had long been accustomed to such a bloody scene, as if killing and blood could not touch the girl's heartstrings, she seemed numb and empty, and even a casual smile hung on the corner of her mouth, with a faint mockery and disdain。

What made her smile like that?

Is it a desolate groan, a cry of despair, or a mutilated corpse everywhere, or a picture of tyrannical fighting?

In fact, even she didn't know, but the hot blood flowing in her body was inexplicably restless, and the majestic soul power rolling in was full of wonderful factors that were enough to make her orgasmic pleasure.

"War is so wonderful, so fascinating......," the girl let out a low sigh like a dream, and the expression on her face changed subtly, as if immersed in the unreal and misty pleasure presented a frantic expression, "This is the most beautiful and moving scene in this world......

"It's ...... Oslan's reinforcements?!" Compared to Gilgaya and the girl, the colonel of the [Angel] Legion, Tasura, seemed quite restless, his eyes lowered, and his voice was full of anxiety and nervousness that could not be concealed, he was extremely keen to capture the strange and powerful soul power fluctuations mixed in the soul storm, and it was the [Ice Wing] and others who accidentally joined this massacre, "I didn't expect it to come so quickly, it seems that Tron Ceslia has already expected it......"

"Isn't that more fun?" the girl interrupted Tarsura's self-talk with a smile, but her faint smile inexplicably gave people a cold feeling, and Tsura's back spine was cold, "The battlefield has become more complicated, and it has also become more interesting!"

"It's just ......" Tashura looked at the girl timidly, but she couldn't figure out the girl's thoughts, hesitated again and again, but couldn't help the confusion and worry in her heart, and cautiously asked, "Will this affect our plan......?"

"Oh?!Are you worried about our plans?" the girl slowly turned her face, curled up slightly, and the misty and languid aura between her eyebrows gradually condensed, and asked nonchalantly, "Or are you questioning the power of 'God'?"

"No, don't dare, how dare the villain question the great 'god'?" The girl just squinted her eyes slightly and looked at Tasura, but there was an indescribable pressure coming in vain, Tashura only felt that her hands were getting colder and colder in the gradually solemn atmosphere, and her dodging eyes were full of trembling fear, "Villain, villain is just ...... It's just a momentary gaffe, and I hope to ......"

"Really, then, you are worried that Oslan's victory in this battle will threaten your personal interests and life?!" the girl smiled contemptuously, and continued to speculate with interest.

"Honorable Lord [Divine Servant], you really misunderstand the villain, the villain is absolutely loyal to the 'God' and you......" Tasura's gradually pale face was filled with unspeakable fear, "How dare you care about your own selfish interests in the face of absolute righteousness?"

"Well......" The girl was silent for a moment, and then slowly turned her contemptuous gaze back to the window, and said quietly, "then, in your opinion, which side of the favor of the 'gods' will be?"

"Ba, Bakda!" replied Tashura tremblingly but without thinking, "the victor favored by the 'gods' is naturally Bakda, and only those who surrender to the 'gods' can receive the favor of the 'gods' and see the dawn of victory!?"

"So that's what you think......" The girl sighed softly, there seemed to be some regret between her eyebrows, and there seemed to be some sadness, and her slowly blooming smile was like the first red lotus blooming on a summer lake, bewitching and charming, "How would you feel if I told you that our 'god' had never intended to favor Bhakda to win the final victory in this battle from the beginning?!"

"This ......" Tasura, who seemed to be a little unexpected, looked up at the girl who had two completely different qualities of a girl and a woman at the same time, her innocent and enchanting eyes flashed with an unpredictable cold light, even such a bewitching and charming smile still couldn't stop a creepy premonition that surged inexplicably in Tasura's heart, "Villain, villain doesn't quite understand what Lord [Divine Servant] means......"

"You don't need to understand, you just need to know that everything we do is for the great 'God', for the 'God' who can bring hope to the world, 'he' will become the new king of the world, and 'he' will eventually walk to the dazzling throne......" The girl's gaze fell somewhere in the distance, the smile on her face quietly disappeared, and she said these words lightly, "You should understand that blood and corpses, killing and sacrifice are inevitable on the road to the throne......"

"[Divine Servant] Great ...... Your Excellency ......" The creepy premonition in Tasura's heart became clearer and clearer, closer and closer, and vaguely he seemed to have touched the cold threads behind him, and the fear that was about to come out made him tremble involuntarily.

"Look, your long-time colleagues are on their way here, and they have pinned their hopes on this fortified castle to defend themselves against the [Bloodthirsty Demon], but alas, it's a pity that ......" The girl's face suddenly filled with a mixture of anticipation and sadness, as she slowly walked towards Diami and Gilgaya not far away, "This time he was wrong!"

"Oh! That's right, you just said that you don't care about your own selfish interests in the face of absolute righteousness?!" The girl had just taken two steps, and her light and graceful body turned back, and her face was filled with a charming look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Then as the colonel of [Angel], defending this castle should be your last task! At the same time, this is also the last test of the 'God' for you!"

"But......" Before Tashura could finish speaking, the girl's figure suddenly disappeared in the transparent vortex churning in the air, along with Diami, who had been silent, and Gilgaia, who had been silent, "Why ????"

"You're just a pawn to separate the [Angel] and the [Slayer], but this discordant plan seems to have failed, so you will lose the last use value for the 'God'......" The girl's cold and crisp voice sounded in the empty room, and it was impossible to hear which direction the voice came from, as if the string sound gradually shrouded from above, filling the entire room, as if it was a judgment from the 'God'.

Tarsura's heart sank to the bottom in the face of the soul storm of desolation and despair pouring in from the open glass curtain wall......

In the large, empty room, the raging storm blew everything into chaos, like Tarsura's heart at this moment, his old and clumsy figure trembling in the storm......

It was in the eyes of the 'God' whom he admired......

He's just a pawn, an inconspicuous pawn......