"Huh? Eh! Ow..."

!!?

Realizing "I've done it too!" the Sinful Desire was shocked, baring its teeth and enjoying the chaos just moments before.

A howl of regret!

What I've done doesn't seem much better than that idiot!

If anything, it might be far worse.

Time to retreat!

The God of Sinful Desire sobered up entirely after realizing the numerous sins committed outside the Holy City of Radiance.

Without hesitation, he immediately wanted to flee.

Previously, he was flaunting his power before Herbert, assuming a high and mighty stance as if he held power over life and death.

But that depends on who he's facing.

Upon realizing who "Herbert" really was at this moment, he immediately cowered.

It's him, it's him, it's really him!

He has arrived!

The Sun God, descended.

Both frenzied Evil Gods made the exact same choice upon realizing this.

Go!

Retreat!

Run!

Slip away!

Flee!

There are many euphemistic ways to describe this, but covering it up changes nothing.

Summed up in one word—run like hell!

Up until now, probably no one in this world would voluntarily face the glare of the Sun.

Even the Divine Spirits are similar in this regard.

The kind of fools who don't know their limits may have existed in history, but for the past several thousand years, countless instances have taught everyone how to bow before the Sun.

In the Elf Race, there was an old saying: "If you don't wish to be scorched by the raging flames, then bow your head and don't attempt to gaze directly into the eyes of the Sun."

Both Evil Gods were astute, knowing that escape was the best strategy.

The idea is sound, but... can they truly escape?

For this philosophical question, the answer is definitive—rest assured, escape is impossible.

It's already too late.

Their fate was sealed the moment the Master of the Sun opened his eyes from deep slumber.

Now...

The Sun's golden eyes appeared on a mortal.

Divine Intervention.

And it's a high-level Divine Intervention, channeling a portion of his power into the Divine Favorer, who became the vessel.

The Sun God is serious.

He intends to teach these Evil Gods an unforgettable lesson!

"Tsk!"

The Sinful Desire wasn't unaware of the Sun's recent circumstances. With this probe, he had many conjectures in his mind.

He hadn't officially emerged for hundreds of years, so speculating on his current condition wasn't difficult.

Though unclear, it was evident that the Sun God encountered some problems at a certain point, recovering through a semi-dormant state, refraining from acting recklessly.

And now, to save this Divine Favorer, he chose Divine Intervention.

"For him to choose direct involvement, it only proves one thing—this Divine Favorer is truly significant to him!"

This only reinforced the Sinful Desire's resolve to kill Herbert, further solidifying his cautious approach, ensuring no careless disclosure to anyone.

"I want his soul for sure... hiss!"

Thinking this, Sinful Desire felt the scorching heat swiftly approaching from behind.

Light.

Scorching light!

The formidable body of the Winged Snake was instantly pierced through by that light the moment it arrived, leaving a massive void.

Simultaneously, the edges of the wound rapidly expanded, as if engulfed by invisible flames, spreading the conflagration outward.

Under the suppression of Law Power, the Winged Snake's terrifying regenerative ability was forcibly sealed.

No, that's not right.

It wasn't sealed; it simply couldn't regenerate in time.

The Winged Snake's abilities weren't suppressed, but the newly formed flesh couldn't spread before being devoured by light and heat.

"...Tsk."

Feeling his avatar's life force rapidly decline, Sinful Desire regained composure, with icy determination re-emerging in his vertical pupils.

"There's no choice; this avatar must be completely abandoned."

After all, it's only an avatar formed from the gathered flesh of his devotees and sacrifices; losing it is of no consequence.

He no longer fled, instead turning back to gaze directly at "Herbert," seemingly trying to convey something in this manner.

Unfortunately, "Herbert" at this time completely ignored him, indifferent to his existence, just watching the seemingly calm void on the other side.

"Alberta, you're as arrogant as ever."

Ignored by Sinful Desire, he curled his lips and mocked, "I hope you can forever remain this proud, heh!"

In the span of a few brief sentences, the entire Winged Snake avatar was entirely incinerated, leaving only a snake mouth continuously opening and closing, spitting sarcastic words.

"Alberta! Ha ha, I'm waiting for you to bring destruction once again to the world..."

After speaking, Sinful Desire completely severed his consciousness.

Perhaps due to "having the hardest mouth throughout," the Winged Snake avatar's flesh and bones all turned to ash, leaving only a giant snake mouth skeleton filled with sharp teeth.

Without the support of Divine Power, the snake mouth skeleton plummeted towards the ground.

Coincidentally, it fell straight onto Valentina's head, who was just climbing out of a ground pit dazed.

Swoosh—thud!

"Ouch!"

Valentina let out a moan before collapsing back into the pit she made.

Getting hit so accurately by high-altitude debris, Miss Hungry Dragon seems to have not inherited the favor from the Goddess of Luck.

However, human sorrow doesn't translate between individuals.