They all call me an Outer God.

"Containment Item 5-365 has been activated. Supernatural influence is being shielded. Shielding level: 56%. Status is good!"

"That's not enough. Go and break the seals on 1-023 and 2-003! Clean up all the blood on the ground!"

The investigators, wearing metal double-gear badges, screamed at the top of their lungs. At that moment, they had no time to consider the consequences of using the contained supernatural items.

Everyone was left with only one goal—

For the sake of human civilization, we will spare no effort.

Each of them is like a cog in a machine; to make this flawless machine work, each cog becomes an indispensable and important part.

Humans are too small, but there are too many of them. Supernatural beings cannot destroy them, and neither can the apocalypse.

The orders from the high-ranking commanders were passed down in an orderly manner, and each order was carried out continuously. As Ria released that real, radiant sunrise, Endlers was already in a state of panic. People would question and even collapse.

Instead of allowing anyone to take advantage of the situation, that footage became the key for the Order Association to turn the tide of the disaster. Knowing that faith cannot be easily eradicated, they deeply implanted the idea that the sun was a lie into people's hearts.

No one should continue to believe in that false sun. They should rediscover the true God. The sun, which everyone admires, is the source of life and should never be a target that can be easily replaced by a harbinger of disaster.

No one can rival the brilliance of the rising sun.

"Should we activate the Ark now?"

The higher-ups were so anxious they were pacing back and forth. Until the truly critical moment, none of them wanted the ark to actually appear, since its appearance would come at the cost of the Order Association and the Keepers of the Secrets.

At least in an architectural sense, it was a complete destruction.

All the extraordinary items and creatures that are contained will become its energy source, sustaining 100,000 people for 50 years under extremely harsh conditions.

These 100,000 people represent the maximum capacity of the Ark and humanity's last remaining hope.

"us……"

The senior officials gritted their teeth, about to say something, when someone pointed out the many dark shadows that appeared in the sky in the surveillance video.

"Crow," the man murmured to himself.

"Crows, what crows?" The higher-ups were still wondering when they turned around and were immediately startled by the dense swarm of crows that blotted out the sky.

"quack--"

Flocks of crows gathered from an unknown direction, then circled and finally twisted together to form an enormous mythical creature with eyes, black feathers, and countless metal parts and gears assembled together.

The Angel of Life, a high-ranking archangel formed by the gathering of many memes of plague healers, is only one divine title away from becoming a true god. His name is Jamildon.

Legend has it that He brings life to all living beings when death shrouds the earth, even though His terrifying and grotesque appearance is far more horrifying than death itself.

But He will say to everyone—

Don't be afraid, children.

Like the bird-beaked doctors who walk the earth during a plague, Jamildon returned from the world and dispelled the shadow of death.

He flapped his wings, and the bloodstains on the ground, which had turned into runes, instantly vanished into ashes. People covered their heads, slowly stood up, and stared at Him in a daze. Rain began to fall from the sky, and the raindrops felt warm on people's bodies, as if all fear and pain had been driven away at that moment.

A woman holding a child looked up and gazed at the rain. The child, seeing the swirling raindrops, reached out and tried to catch them, and then, seeing the dark angel of life, gave Him a pure smile.

Jamildon witnessed all of this, then turned his gaze toward the Order Association, as if making eye contact with the people inside the building.

It's not time to deploy the Ark yet, but you've done a great job this time. Now, leave everything to me.

"Aa ...

He let out a long cry, a sound like that of the legendary immortal bird reborn from the ashes. At that moment, Gherros, who was attached to Ria's body, suddenly shuddered: "How did He return so quickly?"

His good deed had been ruined, and Geherus was extremely depressed. In His plan, everything should proceed according to His will, and there was no possibility of failure.

Where exactly did things go wrong? How could the sacrificial ritual fail? How could humans possibly resist the will of God?
Seeing that He seemed unconvinced, Ria patiently persuaded Him in the consciousness space: "One wrong step leads to defeat. It seems that we are still superior in terms of tactical expertise."

"Your plan is perfect, Mr. Geheros, almost flawless, but it turns out you've been asleep for too long and overconfident in your abilities. You no longer understand yourself, nor do you understand humanity."

These people will do anything to survive.

As he spoke, he finally took advantage of Geheros's momentary lapse in attention and attacked Him. With a "whoosh," Ria mercilessly pierced through the strangely dressed figure with his gray-black tentacles.

Judging from the force and accuracy, he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Gherros didn't scream, but his face was terribly grim, so black it looked like ink could drip from it: "My plan can't possibly go wrong."

"And... what did you mean by 'we' just now?"

"We? We are of course referring to the game between my mentor and my darker side. Not long ago, we were discussing the original sin of humanity and divinity, and whose game tactics were superior."

A tactician, who manipulates everything as a chess player, can also use himself as a chess piece to enter the game and influence everything.

Let me put it this way, sir, how do you know that when you see yourself as a chess player, you won't become a pawn on someone else's chessboard?

"In the end, we won this game."

As soon as the words were spoken, a loud "boom" resounded, and the barrier set up by the angels shattered.

A colossal angel of life descended from the heavens, and with His appearance, countless extraordinary beings rushed toward this place, declaring war on Apocalypse.

“BOOM!!!!”

With another loud bang, Jamildon shattered the trumpet angels' horns, halting their movements before aiming directly at Ria's direction. He transformed into a hooded, bird-beaked doctor, brandishing a scalpel, and stabbed her fiercely.

From then on, this body could not perish.

At this moment, Ivand, the World Serpent, and Salle seemed to understand something and launched attacks on it using all their means. The sounds of fierce bombardment, collisions, and screams were deafening.

(End of this chapter)