One pair...
Two pairs...
Three pairs...
A full three pairs of wings, coalesced from scorching golden light, were slowly unfurling behind him!
Every single wing flowed with a sacred radiance, and the energy fluctuations they emitted were skyrocketing at a terrifying rate!
At his feet, the Magic Chains that bound him had snapped, one after another.
A name flashed through Raylo's mind.
Angel of Death!
This was no divine grace.
It was a cruel and domineering transformation.
Using the soul and body of a devout believer as a sacrifice to summon Divine Power, it reshaped them into a pure War Weapon.
Something that existed solely to carry out Divine Punishment...
Raylo's expression turned completely cold.
The Light Deity wasn't just meddling in his territory—it was trying to create a powerful Catastrophe Level enforcer right in front of him.
The key was, the raw material for this "weapon"... was his prisoner of war.
His private property!
"Heh..."
Raylo let out a soft laugh.
