The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant, everything happened so quickly that it left no time for reaction.

In just a few breaths, the desperate situation burst forth with new life.

The god's servant had his wings broken and was cast down from the clouds.

But what awaited him was not true demise or eternal downfall.

It was rebirth.

The past angel had vanished.

The angel now appeared different from the legendary image of angels of the past.

Bloodied white hair blew out from the gaps of the helmet, scattered by the fierce wind during flight, drifting wildly behind him.

Just by appearance, the whole aura was completely different.

The halo atop the angel's head was nowhere to be seen, and the white feathers on his back had turned into crimson blood wings. His magnificent battle armor was stained with crimson, now showing a sinister look.

Just looking at this form, one could feel a sharp, fierce killing intent!

He seemed to have fallen, choosing an opposite path.

But unlike Fallen Angels, there was no aura of depravity around him.

The piercing killing intent almost overshadowed everything, yet it couldn't entirely conceal the undisguised arrogance he carried.

This arrogance was not aimed at the weak mortals, but blatantly directed towards the skies.

It was arrogance towards the gods!

The crimson "monster" scoffed, sitting upon the Giant Dragon, raising his spear to charge once again at the gods.

Charge!

...

"Hiss..."

Someone watched this scene in the Crystal Ball, whispering in confusion, pondering something unknown.

"Is this, a Blood Angel?"

They speculated, but quickly dismissed the thought.

"No, it's not a Blood Angel, although his killing intent is apparent, there's no madness about him."

The gods were puzzled, the powerful were bewildered.

The immaculate white angel fell from the clouds, to be replaced by a Crimson Knight born of the angel's blood.

No.

Is he still the original angel?

"Or rather, in this current appearance, can he truly still be considered an angel?"

They furrowed their brows, pondering.

"What exactly is he..."

Everyone's heart found the answer.

That figure was definitely not an angel.

Angels, created by gods, had respect for the divine deeply engraved in their souls since birth.

Whether towards the gods they served, other gods, or even opposing gods, this would never change, nor could it be changed.

This is an immutable foundational thought, a true ideological brand.

And when the crimson figure displayed disdain and arrogance towards the gods, that was no longer an angel.

It was a whole new life.

Disrespecting the divine, daring even to audaciously point his blade to the heavens above.

No…

Such a life, sounds somewhat familiar.

Mortals.

Past examples have repeatedly proved one thing.

Among those regarded as nourishment, servants, and sheep by the gods, some special individuals would always be born.

They were weak yet proud, frail as ants yet convinced they could one day stand shoulder to shoulder with the divine.

They were wise yet could not conceal their foolishness, as mortals, daring to disrespect gods.

In a trance, they could no longer discern.

Was it a new life born from the corpse of an angel?

Or an arrogant mortal who took over the unfinished duty of an angel?

And the truth, was not important.

For at this very moment, that Dragon Knight… was truly battling against the incarnation of the Evil God!

Even faintly gaining the upper hand!

...

"You lowly worm."

The wound on the body of the God of Sinful Desire, pierced open by the Dragon Spear, was rapidly filled with new flesh sprouts. For the god, the injuries were nearly half-healed in an instant.

Gods are incredibly difficult to kill, especially an incarnation merely carrying their will, possessing unimaginably tenacious life force.

Not to mention, the God of Sinful Desire is a master of manipulating flesh.

Creating hundreds of different shapes and races of incarnations was a trifle for Him, let alone such basic operations as rapid regeneration.

"You dare to defy me? Hehe."

He was not angry. Facing the pair of man and dragon, He could not help but scoff.

Pfft, haha, hahahahaha!

Such stupidity!

After suffering a severe blow, the God of Sinful Desire had put away most of His contempt and no longer underestimated the pair before Him.

Their strength was certainly not weak, but their compatibility with His incarnation was too poor, He couldn't help but pity them a little.

This incarnated winged serpent was specifically created against the Giant Dragon, naturally possessing a special ability to prey on it, a true natural enemy.

As for the resurrected crimson angel, there was no need to mention, his aura had already fallen to the Legendary Level, not a threat at all.

The sneak attack they had just launched together did cause Him real harm, but the power displayed was still within the Epic range.

Not a threat at all.

Thus, with victory assured, He extended His olive branch once more.

This time, He didn't even exclude the Giant Dragon, including it in His invitation.

"I'm giving you one last chance."

The Sun God's perpetual silence made Sinful Desire even more relaxed, His actions becoming more and more unrestrained.

"Become my servants."

"I will grant you true rebirth!"

"Otherwise, I will make you understand what true hell is!"

"I will devour your flesh, bind your souls, and let you endure thousands of years of torment in my existence."