Wait a little longer.
At that moment Gabriella raised her head, staring fixedly at the stone statue inside the Holy Church Sanctum.
A pair of pure white feathered wings spread behind her.
The light bursting from the power of her holy body seemed meaningless in the face of the disaster.
Within the reversed world, the silver-white radiance Gabriella released was like nothing more than a single leaf drifting across the ocean.
Yet Gabriella remained utterly calm, as if she had not noticed the barrier world that was gradually being destroyed at all.
After Creis left, the world that had lost the control of gravity once again fell into chaos.
A massive meteorite descended from above the two of them, roughly the size of an entire city.
“Careful!”
Isabella no longer hid her strength.
The silver sword vanished, replaced by a body wrapped in shadow.
A massive scythe appeared in her hand, like a black death god.
With only a light strike she shattered the falling meteorite overhead into powder.
A pitch-black cloak appeared behind Isabella, like black flames violently burning across her body.
From within the cloak tens of thousands of enormous shadow tentacles emerged, like the deepest night.
The sun disappeared.
In its place the entire barrier sank into darkness, as if capable of blotting out the sky.
Clearly, if the Evil God Isabella had also been able to participate in this battle between gods earlier, the scene would have become even more chaotic.
Gabriella was still waiting.
She stared at the God of Holy Feathers that continued to radiate a scarlet aura amid the chaos.
“Reset…” Isabella’s voice reached her ears.
“Wife, it’s time to go. This place will turn into ruins.”
Gabriella gave Isabella a serious expression.
“I must know who she is.”
Isabella only hesitated for a moment.
The shock in her eyes as she looked at Gabriella turned into gentleness, and she nodded.
“All right. I’ll buy you time.”
Gabriella smiled in understanding and immediately separated from Isabella.
Suddenly, the existence that had been trying to break free from the ground finally revealed its true appearance.
One after another, massive scarlet vines grew at high speed.
Wherever they passed, all ground and rocks were smashed to pieces as if they were tofu.
They surged toward the direction where Gabriella stood.
Her body was still extremely weak.
Although she had gathered mana for a short time, she could still only exert about ten percent of her normal strength.
Gabriella simply wanted to know who the God of Holy Feathers truly was.
Was it an Evil God, a Heavenly Oracle Envoy, or a human?
Or was it that human who had once rebelled against the Evil God—Lartomia?
She already had a guess in her heart.
When she saw those red vines break free from the earth, Gabriella transformed into a streak of silver light.
Her speed even surpassed Olivia’s.
The vines’ attacks followed close behind, gradually surrounding and gathering around Gabriella from all directions, like a giant beast opening its bloody maw and slowly swallowing her into its stomach.
Suddenly a thick blood-red vine burst out from the dense tangle of vines, about to strike Gabriella.
Gabriella held her breath and concentrated, gathering all the remaining power in her body into her right hand.
She formed two fingers into a sword and left a streak of silver-white among the vines.
The red roots were easily severed.
Not only that—the entire ground was split in two by Gabriella.
Scorching heat waves melted the red vines, exposing the scarred earth beneath.
The silver-white sword aura vanished.
The ground where the Holy Capital had once stood had already been split in half, leaving only an endless canyon leading deep into the earth.
Molten lava flowed down along the rock walls under the pull of gravity.
Gabriella felt a wave of exhaustion.
This was nearly the limit of the power she could use right now.
If she had been at her peak, she could have performed the same level of attack nineteen more times.
At the farthest edge of her vision, the statue of the God of Holy Feathers still stood upon a piece of broken stone.
She flew toward it rapidly, yet the next scene suddenly changed.
It was as if everything just now had only been probing and feints, and this was the true method of attack.
The speed of the flying roots even surpassed the previous ones, surging toward Gabriella like an inescapable net.
After the scarlet vines disappeared, the thing that had just attacked Gabriella exceeded her expectations.
With a pfft, the wings formed of light particles on Gabriella were pierced by those scarlet roots.
Looking closely, the roots seemed semi-transparent; one could even see the energy channels inside.
Gabriella suddenly froze.
The energy flowing within those scarlet roots was not mana, nor was it dark mana…
It was a pitch-black network of channels that resembled miasma.
Even from that brief contact, Gabriella was certain she had not been mistaken.
The roots coiled and twisted, finally combining into a massive tree.
The red giant tree grew at the same speed as Gabriella.
Bare branches stretched outward in all directions, finally seeming to pierce into the sky and merge with the azure blue.
The ground Gabriella had torn open was quickly filled by thick trunks.
“Damn it…”
Gabriella’s willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly as she increased her speed.
The wings behind her were filled with shadow, and her right hand was also wrapped in shadow.
Half of her body and that beautiful long dress were dyed black, like a fallen angel eroded by darkness.
She could not give up.
Continuing to use mana might cause the power within her body to erupt again, yet Gabriella felt she was getting closer and closer to the truth.
“Lartomia… Lartomia…”
Gabriella silently repeated the name, as if it could bring her some clue.
She swung another silver-white slash, splitting the statue of the God of Holy Feathers in two.
That cruel smile remained on a piece of gray-white stone and was completely evaporated along with a flash of white light, leaving only a red cocoon.
The entire cocoon was formed of special flesh tightly clenched by special roots, like a beating heart.
From Gabriella’s angle she could faintly see the black silhouette of a girl inside the cocoon, hands clasped and head bowed in prayer.
Almost there.
Yet the instant she drew near, the roots on the “heart” rapidly wrapped around Gabriella’s body.
Their speed was so fast it was as if all the previous movements had only been false actions meant to deceive the prey’s senses.
Gabriella did her best to dodge, yet her right hand was still seized, followed by her legs and waist.
Behind her a vortex already swallowed by red roots had formed.
As the shadow on her wrist gradually engulfed Gabriella, her body also began to leave this collapsing barrier.
She unwillingly stared at the “heart,” the mastermind behind the scenes that was only five meters away from her.
Gabriella shouted, “Who are you?!”
The girl inside the “heart” seemed to have heard something and slightly raised her head.
Gabriella was certain she had not opened her eyes, yet it was as if she could see through everything.
She parted her cherry lips, and the voice seemed to transmit directly into Gabriella’s mind.
“As you are now, you still fall far short.”
“Who exactly are you?!”