"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
Hurtling through the sky, the artificial deity screamed without any semblance of authority.
At this moment, right before its eyes was Ronald's calm and resolute gaze. As the man collided and carried it off its original position, his expression bore no hint of pleasure.
In the perception of the artificial deity,
Ronald seemed to harbor a deep sadness in his heart.
Upon the body of the artificial deity, the Dark Holy Sword of Saint Catherine pierced directly through the heart, with the blazing Sunforce rapidly surging into the wound, burning and eroding its flesh.
The only silver lining was the artificial deity's rapid healing ability.
Supported by its immense magic power, it struggled to balance the damage and healing, preventing it from being subdued in a single blow.
However, what was not fortunate was the pain brought by this resistance.
