After evolving from an eagle-man into an angel, I annihilated the gods.

"Yes, my lord."

Atoriya nodded gratefully.

This was none other than Viner, the angel in charge of her angelic reincarnation.

"Since this is your first audience with our Lord, let's go up the Heavenly Steps."

"Yes, Lady Viner."

Artoria answered obediently.

They ascended the Heavenly Steps, passing through the fourth level of Heavenly Mountain, and climbed step by step to the summit.

Along the way, there were noticeably more angels flying over the celestial steps.

Angels are kind and polite. Many angels, unless they have something to do, will fly down to greet them when they see them.

Viner smiled and greeted Artoria.

After they climbed all the way to the top, they finally arrived at the first Heavenly Mountain.

At this moment, one can already see the magnificent open-air palace at the top of the first Heavenly Mountain, with endless platinum light emanating from the palace, dazzling the boundless space and time.

The two sides of the celestial staircase were now filled with guarding angels.

They had four wings, solemn expressions, wore platinum armor, and held flaming swords. They stood quietly at their posts, motionless.

The first Heavenly Mountain is already close to the deep space of the star realm. Above them is a vast emptiness of darkness, and beneath their feet is the land they are guarding.

In an instant, an overwhelming sense of solemnity washed over us.

Viner gently tugged at Artoria's hand.

“Let’s go, Artoria, the Lord is up there.”

Atoria took a deep breath and resolutely lifted her foot forward.

They passed through the guarding angels and finally arrived at the temple in Atoria's dream.

Viner stopped in front of the hall and smiled at Artoria.

"Go, the Lord is waiting for you."

Atoria nodded, knowing this was the final hurdle. She gritted her teeth and stepped into the magnificent hall.

Upon entering the hall, one is immediately struck by the sight of an incomparably majestic and imposing monarch seated on the throne. Before one can take a closer look, one kneels down and respectfully proclaims.

"The earthly believer Artoria is now able to bow before the throne of the Lord. Our Lord is majestic and glorious, and his praises will be sung for all ages!"

Just as she anxiously awaited a response, the king on the throne finally spoke, his face full of smiles.

"Artoria, good girl, don't be nervous, lift your head."

"Yes, my lord!"

She was finally able to look up and gaze upon the God she believed in.

A majestic god-king with silver hair and purple eyes sat on a platinum throne. His ten wings, forged from light, shone brilliantly. His deep eyes seemed to contain the entire universe, making him incomparably sacred and awe-inspiring.

A graceful and dignified goddess sat beside her, looking at her with a smile.

She didn't dare to look too closely and quickly lowered her head slightly. She felt that the face looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

Then, she heard God on the Holy Throne speak.

"Atolia, you are brave and steadfast, loyal to your faith, love your people, and protect your country. As a king among mortals, you have achieved the ultimate. You became a demigod through your own abilities and are truly a person of extraordinary talent."

"At the same time, I also greatly admire your lack of greed for power, your orderly succession, and your care for the younger generation."

“I love every generation of the Golden Lion Knights Kingdom, starting with Jeanne.”

"However, you have been in power the longest and your achievements are comparable to Jeanne's. Every good deed you do should be rewarded. Therefore, I have a gift for you."

"Gael, give that sword to her."

Suddenly.

A lively voice came from one side of the Holy See.

"Yes, Father God."

A six-winged angel with silver hair and golden eyes walked up to Artoria, holding a blue and white longsword.

"Artoria, congratulations!"

"This sword of victory, forged by my own hands, is now entrusted to you!"

"Thank you, Princess Gael!"

Artoria quickly expressed her gratitude.

What merit or ability did she possess to receive the sword forged by God's daughter, the goddess of victory?

"You're welcome. From now on, you'll work under me."

On the throne, Jiang You was taken aback.

Wow, this little girl has arranged everything for me like this.

At that moment, the goddess Anastasia sat down beside him with a smile and whispered something to him.

“Yuriel, that’s fine too. I like Artoria quite a bit. Her strength is still very weak. It’s good for her to follow Gael for now.”

"Anna, you're right."

So he spoke up.

"Atoria, you should stay by Gael's side for now."

"Yes, my lord!"

Artoria's words had barely finished.

Then they heard Gael say with a smile.

"If there's nothing else, Dad, I'll take Atoria to meet some acquaintances!"

Jiang You nodded helplessly.

"Go quickly."