The Holy Paladin had finally remembered: the reason why that battle had been so difficult was all because those villains had begun utilizing the power of the Righteous Gods. Even on the brink of death, they would shout slogans like "Courage, hope, faith, perseverance," fostering unity, love, and mutual aid. They had completely lost the essence of being villains, which led to their previously crumbling defense turning into an offensive turnaround!
After some time, the Light of Hope before the Holy Paladin gradually faded, and as he gazed upon the sea of fire before him, a newly suppressed rage began to boil over once again!
"Damn it, I guessed it all! She really went through with it; I must have her sent to the guillotine!"
As he ranted, the Holy Paladin saw the God of Light and Heat in front of him, who had clearly been waiting for a while—he was repeatedly standing up, squatting, then flicking his knife, seemingly warming up for battle.
