The moment the last priest of the Grand Cathedral fell, the sky above the Dragon Kingdom cracked open.
A blinding pillar of golden light descended from the heavens, piercing the clouds like a divine spear. The entire capital shook as the Goddess of Light finally intervened.
Her voice echoed across the realm, majestic and filled with divine wrath, audible to every living soul in the Dragon Kingdom and beyond:
"How dare you, rejected soul! You who were thrown away by my mercy have dared to slaughter my chosen heroes and defile my sacred church! I will not tolerate this blasphemy any longer!"
The golden light condensed into a colossal ethereal figure — the manifestation of the Goddess herself, towering hundreds of meters tall above the capital. Her silver hair flowed like liquid starlight, her eyes burned with holy fire, and her presence alone pressed down on the entire city like an invisible mountain.
From the light, thousands of divine angels descended — radiant beings with six wings, armed with flaming swords and holy spears. They formed perfect battle formations around the Goddess's projection.
The Goddess's voice thundered again, directed straight at Feng, who stood alone in the ruined cathedral:
"Luo Feng! You have killed my heroes, massacred my faithful, and spilled the blood of my chosen King! For this sin, I condemn you to eternal damnation! Angels of the First Choir — destroy him! Leave nothing but ash!"
Hundreds of high-ranking angels immediately dove toward Feng, their holy weapons blazing with purifying light. The sky filled with divine energy as they unleashed a coordinated barrage of holy spears and radiant beams, all aimed at the lone man standing amid the wreckage.
At the same time, the Goddess extended her power across the kingdom. Every remaining soldier, knight, and church loyalist felt a surge of divine strength. Their wounds healed, their weapons glowed, and their fear turned into fanatical zeal.
The counterattack had begun.
The Goddess of Light had finally descended her wrath upon the man she had once discarded — and she was not holding back.
In the distant Octagram hall, the Demon Lords watched the live projection with varying expressions — some amused, some serious, some openly excited.
Milim Nava clapped her hands. "Waaah~! The Goddess is really mad now! This is getting fun!"
Guy Crimson smirked. "Finally. Let us see how the human handles a direct divine intervention."
Rimuru Tempest remained quiet, his golden eyes focused intently on the scene.
The war between the rejected farmer and the Goddess of Light had officially escalated to a new, terrifying level.