The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

Although it was twilight, the heavens and earth radiated an unparalleled brightness, with countless stars flowing along the contours of the sky, sacred light tracing the horizon as luminescence poured down like a celestial blanket.

At the end of those infinite stairs, behind the youth with grey hair and aquamarine eyes, the vast gates of Heaven slowly opened.

The choir's crystal-clear singing echoed between heaven and earth, the harmony blooming in every corner of creation, sacred hymns reverberating, celebrating the arrival of the angels with dance and song.

"Shariputra, all phenomena bear the mark of Emptiness; they are neither produced nor destroyed, neither defiled nor immaculate, neither increasing nor decreasing."

Wings were born from the place where the light was strongest, precisely at the moment twilight gave way to night, twelve wings spread out, half bathed in twilight and the other half cloaked in darkness.

Pure white feathers of light intertwined with deep black wings, shining with the breathtaking stars between dusk and dark.

His eyes, a clear azure, like twinkling stars.

That was An Su's Guardian Angel. She slowly opened her eyes, her delicate, milky white arms embracing the youth, black and white wings overlapping in an enfoldment.

Such sublime beauty was not of this world, but only of Heaven.

As An Su chanted, He gradually awoke, and His wings unfurled with Him,

His azure eyes fixed upon the Legion of Pain in the sky.

"Tch."

Locking eyes with that angel, General Rada clicked his tongue in astonishment,

He had beheld the scene before him ten times over—it was the incantation to the sacred magic "Judgement of Light."

He couldn't comprehend how this young boy had inherited Merlin's magic at such a tender age.

Could it be that the third generation of Judgment of Light was already upon us...

This miraculous Holy Light magic was famously renowned throughout the Nether World.

Strictly speaking, Judgement of Light has already evolved to its second generation.

The first generation of Judgement of Light was a mass resurrection spell, assessing the good and evil of a soul, to resurrect the freshly departed—the true path of righteousness and compassion. This was also the duty of the Guardian Angel, to convert the heretics, guide the lost, and save all beings.

However, Merlin's second generation Judgement of Light was a mass Headshot Skill, those not as tough as Merlin would meet their demise, and his angels were more violent.

But upon a closer look, he noticed something amiss—the youth's magic was imperfect.

It could even be described as feeble.

Only a single Magic Circuit was activated in construction,

It was merely a façade.

Moreover, the soldiers were already prepared.

Even with the boost from Heavenly Magic Power, any damage inflicted could be considered negligible, Merlin must have lost his judgment to send such an ant to lead the charge.

The Red-haired Demon God's momentum grew stronger, leading the legion to accelerate once more, intent on exterminating An Su and his angel on the spot.

Seeing An Su's angel in such a divine state, her azure eyes tinged with compassion, General Rada realized that this youth's judgement was similar to the first generation, an angel who converted heretics, guided the lost, taught humanity, spreading the Holy Light.

It was merely a support magic spell.

It could not compare to the fierce and violent nature of his Merlin.

So, he thought little of it.

Sure enough, as the angel's cherry lips lightly parted, the choir's sacred chanting resonated once more, just as General Rada had anticipated—it was indeed to convert heretics, guide the lost, teach humanity, spreading the Holy Light.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva, in profound Prajnaparamita, has deeply seen the emptiness of all aggregates, thus transcending all suffering."

General Rada pulled on the reins, his eyes full of confusion.

What sacred words were this angel chanting? He had never heard them before, the Bible had no records of this, nor were such phrases found in the Revelations, what kind of angel was this?

Suddenly, General Rada sensed trouble brewing.

"Shariputra, all phenomena are of the nature of emptiness, not born, not extinguished, not stained, not pure, without loss, without gain."

The corners of the angel's mouth slightly lifted, forming a pleasing and joyful arc, Her chanting now more sacred, Her gaze more pitiful.

"Shariputra, form is no different from emptiness, emptiness no different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, so too are perception, formation, and consciousness."

Which Sect was this angel trying to bring him to...

These prayers seemed even more heretical than those of their Esoteric Religion adherents.

At this moment, General Rada's vigilance peaked, he could no longer allow this spell to proceed,

He would cut them down then and there, his soul-wrenching blade tempered in resentment and worldly hatred bearing down,

This Demigod-tier Blade of Suffering had slaughtered half of the world's beings before, with countless innocent souls converging in its strike—men, women, children, all crying out in agony, their pleas for mercy pitiful.

This blade could be stopped by none.

But Merlin was not among the mortal men; he raised his hand, and a holy light in his eyes spread and collided with the blood blade, instantly vaporizing millions of tormented souls in the searing explosion of sacred light, extinguishing them without a trace.

To vaporize all souls, such was Bishop Merlin's path of purification.

Equal to a rite that Magicians would conduct over three days and nights, achieving the same result.

At the same time, the chanting of Judgement of Light had come to an end.

The angel's eyes swept over the faces of every one of the Legion of Pain, locking gaze with each one, those serene eyes seemed to peer deep into the souls of all beings, seeing them inside out.

The judgement began.

With crimson locks and faces with fiendish fangs, exuding the stench of decay, their souls were all corrupted and ugly, and all of them desperately needed salvation!

Beneath the divine power of Heaven, assisted in secret by Merlin, boundless magic surged forth, flowing into this grand adjudication of souls.

"The first blade, sever all evil."

An invisible blade passed over the heads of all the Angel Envoys; the sacred headbands offered no protection. Headbands guarded the mind, but the angel's blade struck the hair on their heads!

Nearly a thousand blades fell simultaneously.

Almost a thousand Angel Envoys of the Crimson Legion felt a sudden chill on their scalps as they watched in horror, disbelief gripping their hearts—

The signature emblem of the Crimson Legion, their source of pride, the scarlet long hair that represented the legion's honor and face,

was leaving them!

General Rada too was shocked as he touched the top of his head, only to be met with an icy response. The coldness so penetrating it felt like the desolate universe, gone was the familiar rough and fiery sensation. All that remained was a smooth and rounded feedback.

He,

a demigod-level warrior, the Red-haired Demon God, a General of the Legion of Pain,

was bald!

The soldiers of the Legion of Pain had constipated and unsightly expressions. They looked at each other, speechless.

The gentle Holy Light shone on their smooth heads, perfectly reflecting off them. In an instant, heavenly lights appeared like haloed eggheads, and the imposing aura of the Crimson Legion completely dissipated!

Not only did they become bald, but even the manes on the necks of their iron steeds had been stripped away!

This Angel had not even spared the beasts!

And as their hair was lost, General Rada's heart did not fill with anger, but rather a cold loneliness,

and emptiness.

A feeling of void and nothingness.

As if floating in the vast and boundless space.
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"The second strike, 'I vow to perfect all virtues.'"

The Angel proclaimed loudly.

This strike did not fall upon their souls, nor did it descend at all; thus, it was indefensible, and neither magic resistance nor magic power were effective against it.

All members of the Legion of Pain felt that all they had fought for had lost its meaning, much like the lost hair, the roots of their worries gone, and they began to ponder life.

What was the meaning of all their years of battle?

Did slaughter have meaning?

Did pain have meaning?

Did conquest have meaning?

Did the beings they had slain also have meaning?

Countless illusions and the vast galaxy, the multitudes of beings flickered past in the Angel's azure eyes. They were lost in those eyes, lost amidst the rise and fall of countless worlds.

"The third strike, 'I vow to save all beings.'"

At that moment, the choir's hymns reached their peak!

No, nothing had meaning.

All earthly bother was shaved off, the ties to the mortal world cut away,

Fame, fortune, power, the strife and slaughter, love, hate, passion—they had no meaning. Just like their severed scarlet hair, devoid of meaning, as insubstantial as dreams and bubbles.

It was better to return.

"I have realized,"

General Rada suddenly revealed a relieved smile, having finally understood everything, finally seen through everything. His laughter grew louder and more resonant. Dropping his blood blade, he addressed Merlin with a free and easy manner,

"I finally understand, Merlin."

"We were never meant to be together, right and wrong are distinct, there is no need for you to pine for me."

"I have seen through, let go of this entanglement that has lasted a year."

With tears in his eyes, yet smiling, he decisively led his thousand soldiers away. Under the vast starlight, their silhouettes appeared free yet lonely, like so many stray dogs wandering without care,

"Meeting is not as precious as longing for each other, let us wish each other well."

"Ha! Hahahahaha—"

Bald General Rada, leading his bald soldiers, did not look back as they left, as if making a certain decision.

"Today, I truly understand that I am myself!"

And he would not bother Merlin again until the worry lines grew back—of course, even after they grew back and things returned to normal, he would not come back, for it was simply too shameful.

"...What the hell are you talking about," Merlin said, his face looking as if he were constipated.

He turned to look at An Su's Guardian Angel, feeling that its level of becoming an initiated holy being was fully deserved.

Empowered by the endless magic power of Heaven and with the aid of Merlin, An Su's "Judgement of Light" was forcibly raised to a Sacred Rank temporarily.

With an increase in rank came an increase in effect,

The accomplished effect could be considered an initial holy being at the conceptual level.

[Effect: Guardian Angel performs a judgement on all targets. Beings whose soul's beauty is less than the caster will have their 'worries hair' stripped away.]

It must be known that An Su currently only has one main magic circuit, which will continue to be perfected in the future, while Merlin's Judgement of Light has three main circuits.

An Su's third-generation Judgement of Light, when it officially reaches the Sacred Rank, will be even more unhuman.

'How exactly was this Angel developed...'

His Excellency Merlin looked curiously at An Su's Angel, "The Guardian Angel follows its master, so it must also be a little saint."

As if sensing something, the breathtakingly beautiful Angel encircling An Su lifted its gaze towards Merlin.

It felt that Merlin was not as handsome as An Su.

"The first strike..."