As Yggdrasil’s word—"Judgment"—echoed through the heavens like a final sentence, the legion of over a hundred angels behind him moved.

  To his left and right, the two four-winged Archangels remained suspended in stillness, standing as his most loyal sentinels without moving an inch. But behind them, the hundred two-winged angels transformed into streaks of golden starlight, rushing toward the roaring black ocean of monsters with an aura of irresistible authority.

  A massive Bone Dragon unhinged its skeletal jaw, spewing a vast cloud of corrosive dragon breath. Yet, an angel simply tilted its body with elegance, easily evading the lethal mist. In the next instant, the angel’s silhouette carved a graceful golden arc through the sky. Its blade of light, like the sharpest surgical scalpel, sliced along the Bone Dragon’s spine, severing dozens of massive vertebrae in one strike! The dragon didn't even have time to shriek before it disintegrated mid-air, falling toward the earth while wreathed in holy flames.

  On another side, three angels formed a battle array, hurling their holy spears simultaneously. The golden spears acted like three bolts of homing lightning, instantly piercing the thoracic cavity of another massive Bone Dragon and utterly shattering the soul-fire burning within.

  In mere minutes, the sky was completely "cleansed." One by one, the once-arrogant aerial monsters fell like burning meteors, consumed by sacred fire.

  The remaining angels descended toward the gore-streaked battlefield outside the city like gods gracing the mortal realm. Their figures appeared holy and untainted amidst the ugly, chaotic tide of monsters.

  The disparity in power was absolute.

  Every swing of the angels’ blades brought forth a golden edge of light, vaporizing dozens of goblins or ghouls into ash instantly. Every thrust of their spears easily pierced the thick hides of trolls.

  This was not a battle; it was a one-sided, one-hit-kill massacre.

  The commanders of the monster army finally snapped out of their shock and attempted to organize a counterattack.

  A Minotaur King let out an enraged roar, charging forward while swinging its giant axe. But before it could even get close, five two-winged angels formed an array and hurled their holy spears from different angles. The golden spears pierced its limbs and heart, pinning it firmly to the ground.

  Elsewhere, a Lich raised its skeletal staff, chanting a malicious spell of Death Decay as thick black mist surged forward. An angel simply reached out, and a barrier of pure holy light unfolded out of thin air, blocking all the dark energy. Immediately following, three angels struck from different directions; their spears, like three bolts of golden lightning, pierced the Lich’s body and utterly crushed its evil soul.

  Other King-class monsters were similarly surrounded by groups of angels and swiftly struck down and purified.

  Upon that gargantuan existence composed of darkness and skeletal remains, a blood-red monocle-eye watched as its proud Legion of Kings was slaughtered like children before the golden figures. It felt no fear—only the ultimate fury brought by an arch-nemesis of the same origin yet opposite nature.

  ROAR——————!!!

  A beam of pure black, deeper than night and capable of swallowing all light, erupted from the single eye!

  The target of that beam was the one suspended at the highest point—Yggdrasil!

  —The Black Light.

  It was not light, but an existence that "negated all light."

  As the ray sliced through the sky, a low rumble echoed through the air, sounding like the world itself was mourning. Wherever the black light passed, space fractured directly, and unspeakable pitch-black vortices surged from the cracks, as if "existence" itself were being erased. The earth trembled, and the flow of time around the fractures became distorted and erratic, sending shudders through the souls of all who witnessed it.

  This was not simple destruction; it was a "tearing of laws"—the very foundations of the world were being eroded by darkness.

  It did not even distinguish between friend and foe, piercing straight through its own ranks. Hundreds of monsters and several two-winged angels caught in the crossfire were erased from the level of existence, leaving a path of pitch-black vacuum stretching across the battlefield.

  Just as the beam of annihilation was about to strike Yggdrasil—

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  The two four-winged Archangels who had been standing motionless by his side finally moved.

  They appeared instantly in front of Yggdrasil. One raised a massive golden shield inscribed with a sun rune, while the other held a holy spear suspended before them, hands clasped in prayer.

  "—Divine Bulwark!"

  A golden hexagonal barrier, more solid and pure than even the "Heart of the Forge," unfolded instantly!

  The black light slammed into the divine wall. The world seemed to consist only of black and gold, swallowing and clashing against one another. Finally, the black light was exhausted, and the golden barrier shattered. The figures of the two Archangels wavered slightly, but they had successfully blocked the lethal strike.

  The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

  The dwarves on the city walls forgot to breathe, hearing only the thumping of their hearts. Balin gripped his battle-axe, his eyes reflecting the figure protected and unscathed—their Proxy of God.

  Yggdrasil floated high in the sky, his golden eyes coldly watching the collapsing monsters and the distant gargantuan entity. He issued a single command to the two Archangels:

  "Go and suppress it."

  The two Archangels bowed slightly and, in the next moment, transformed into two golden comets diving downward.

  The massive dark entity was provoked; its blood-red eye gathered an even thicker beam of black light, warping the very space around it! This time, the two Archangels did not defend. They crossed paths mid-air, their light-blades and holy spears erupting in blinding radiance, meeting the black light like red-hot needles!

  BOOM————!!!

  Golden and black energies clashed frantically in mid-air. The two Archangels were like two golden suns pinned within the black current, stubbornly holding back the flood!

  Higher in the sky.

  Yggdrasil stopped watching the duel. He sank his consciousness into the connection with the Creator, Zareon.

  Behind him, the massive Heavenly Gate shone with even greater brilliance, as endless holy energy poured into his stout, burly frame like a golden waterfall. Every feather on his three pairs of wings radiated light and heat like the sun.

  He slowly raised his right hand.

  "—Holy Spear: Genesis."

  Golden light was born in his palm, rapidly extending, condensing, and shaping into a ten-meter-long massive spear composed of pure light. It was ancient and majestic, its tip concentrating a law-force capable of piercing through everything.

  In this moment, he was no longer a dwarf, no longer an adventurer—he was the Executor of Divine Punishment.

  In that instant, a moment of clarity passed through Yggdrasil’s mind.

  This body was not a mockery of fate, but his own choice during reincarnation. A stout, burly body with a rounded belly... this was the appearance he had once craved and dreamed of. God had answered his wish, allowing him to live in this world as his "true self."

  He thought of Balin, of that warm weight and breath. But he knew that right now, he could not simply be the dwarf who longed for an embrace. Right now, he had to cast aside the mundane and become Judgment itself.

  He gripped the holy spear, and the six wings behind him flapped violently! Like a third, and most brilliant golden comet, he plunged into the duel! Three divine forces converged in that moment! The black light began to falter, disintegrating inch by inch under the impact of the golden light!

  Finally, the gold completely overwhelmed the darkness! Yggdrasil and the two Archangels broke through the final line of defense, striking directly at the gargantuan entity!

  Within the blood-red monocle-eye, an emotion akin to "terror" appeared for the first time—but it was too late. The "Genesis" spear pierced through the eye—

  RUMBLE——————!!!

  An indescribable explosion, loud enough to temporarily deafen the entire city, erupted from within the massive entity! Pure golden holy light, like a supernova, tore through the congregation of darkness and bone from the inside out, shredding and vaporizing it inch by inch until it was nothingness!

  The intense shockwave caused the city walls hundreds of meters away to shake violently!

  When the light faded, the massive Heavenly Gate in the sky and the legion of over a hundred angels remained suspended in silence, radiating an inviolable holy aura. On the wasteland outside the city, the nightmare-like gargantuan master had vanished without a trace.

  Amidst this deathly silence, Yggdrasil slowly withdrew the "Genesis" spear and closed his eyes.

  As he whispered an ancient dwarven prayer, the six wings behind him unfurled, and endless golden divine light poured down from between the feathers like a waterfall. This light was no longer the flame of judgment, but a gentle grace.

  It flowed over the city walls, covered the plains, and seeped into every soul still struggling. Broken bones mended within the light, festering wounds grew new flesh, and hearts that had nearly stopped began to beat once more.

  A veteran dwarven soldier, who had just had his left arm smashed by an ogre and was leaning against the battlements awaiting death, suddenly felt a warm, numbing itch at his shoulder. He looked down in shock and saw the most unbelievable sight of his life—

  At the site of his severed arm, new flesh and bone were rapidly growing and reshaping, bathed in golden light. In mere seconds, a brand new, perfectly intact arm had formed, and even the thick callouses from years of wielding an axe were perfectly recreated on his palm.

  He tremblingly raised his "lost and found" hand, clenched it into a fist, and the reality of the sensation brought him to instant tears.

  He was not the only one. All survivors on the battlefield who were missing limbs witnessed the "regeneration" of their bodies within this holy rain.

  Dwarven warriors and adventurers looked down in shock, seeing their own or their comrades' broken bodies restored in an instant. Their eyes filled with tears that mixed wild joy with deep reverence.

  "...This is... a miracle..." Someone murmured with a heavy sob in their voice.

  On the wall, Balin gripped his battle-axe, the tears in his eyes finally becoming uncontrollable. He understood that this light was not just salvation, but proof of Yggdrasil’s "choice to exist as a dwarf."

  It wasn't until the last wisp of golden light settled that sound returned to the battlefield. Sobs, cheers, and gratitude intertwined, but more than anything, there was a reignited hope.

  Following this, under Yggdrasil’s direction, the angelic legion began to systematically clear all remaining monsters from the battlefield.

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