Hearing the Great Sacrificial Rite's blasphemy, the young bishop with golden hair remained unflinching, but a trace of icy intent appeared in his pale white glowing eyes.
"Desecrator, God shall not be spoken of lightly—"
As he spoke, a bright and pure blistering white radiance began to gather by his side, transforming into two enormous light guns blazing with dazzling flames.
The tips of those light guns were spiral-shaped, emanating an immensely sacred and pure force field, each nearly a hundred meters long, dwarfing the figure in the bishop's black robe nearby.
Strange silver-white patterns and divine texts spread upwards along the barrel of the guns, and with each extension, the oppressive aura of the guns deepened.
Ultimately, the fluctuations of power from the two long guns became as deep and terrifying as the ocean, like the gaze of divine judgment cast down upon mortals by the gods!
"You speak of 'God'?"
"Hmph... Hahahaha!"
