"Damn it!"

In the Underground Sanctuary, the enraged old man roared, "The one who should be presiding over the ritual for him is me!"

"It should be me!"

Damn it.

Awesome.

Freaking awesome!!!

He'd put in so much painstaking effort to prepare everything, how did it end up with someone else snatching the credit at the last second?

That hateful bastard!

Who told you to stick your nose where it doesn't belong!!?

When they saw Herbert covered by the Radiant Holy Flame, other people's first reaction might be to think he was about to be burned, but the Archbishop instantly saw through the true essence of what the Sun God was doing.

Baptism.

This was a true Baptism personally led by a Divine.

But it wasn't out of affection, rather… out of disgust.

He simply thought Herbert's body as a vessel was too weak.

The idiot Evil God on the other side was arrogant as hell, but it was, undeniably, a real Divine; not something that could be wiped out so easily, it would take a bit more power.

Since the current vessel couldn't draw out enough power, then just strengthen the vessel so that He Himself could exert more power.

So, after leaning over Herbert, the Sun God chose to directly perform a "Holy Sacrifice Baptism" on him with the Radiant Holy Flame.

This was a good thing, an astronomically good thing.

For any Sun Faithful, this was the highest of honors; even for a heretic, it was an enormous opportunity.

The Sun God was not some random Divine; His personal intervention alone was enough to shake the entire world.

However, the Archbishop couldn't laugh at all right now.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be happy for Herbert—he wasn't that petty.

It was just… he really couldn't be happy.

The Holy Sacrifice Baptism he'd meticulously prepared for Herbert had been preempted without the slightest warning!

What's tolerable and what's not!?

"No! I can't just give up like this!"

The old man was in a mood, feeling he'd completely lost face.

He furrowed his brows, desperately thinking how to salvage the situation.

"…Sincerity? Yes, sincerity!"

"He definitely won't be as sincere about it as I am!"

The Archbishop smiled and snorted, "When he comes back, I'll give him a second Baptism! Nobody ever said Baptism can only be done once!"

Genius.

This idea of his was pure genius!

"But how am I supposed to match His specs?"

Thinking that, the Archbishop quietly shifted his gaze to another object in the Sanctuary.

"..."

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In the Natural Sanctuary, a rather bizarre scene was unfolding at that very moment.

Several seven-colored roses sprouted from the fingertips of the Spring Bud Goddess, the hair of the Goddess of Cool Summer turned into a mass of blazing flames, the wheat ears embroidered on the Goddess of Autumn Grain's dress had withered significantly, and the ice-snow crown of the Cold Winter Goddess had clearly shrunk a size.

This was a sign of Law disorder.

When the power of the Sun underwent an anomaly, Nature was affected, and the Four Seasons were dragged into it as well.

Though it only lasted for a short while before calming down, the changes were still clearly visible.

The powers of spring and summer had grown stronger, while the powers of autumn and winter had weakened.

"It's a descent of the Sun God. He actually chose to come down personally." The Spring Bud Goddess spoke softly, lowering her eyes to admire the flowers at her fingertips.

"Mm." The Moon Goddess nodded lightly.

After the change manifested through the Four Seasons Goddesses, the Moon Goddess also underwent a transformation; Her silver hair became even more radiant than before.

When the power of the Sun increases, the Moon grows stronger in turn.

"This is… really unexpected." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The Goddess of Cool Summer hesitated, then glanced at the Moon Goddess's expression before continuing, "I thought, based on His previous temperament, He wouldn't give a damn whether that Angel lived or died."

The Sun God had never been any sort of merciful Divine.

He had countless followers, yet rarely intervened personally for the life or death of any single one.

Because in the Sun God's eyes, on the road of fighting evil and darkness, sacrifice was the most normal thing in the world.

If even the Sun couldn't selflessly treat everyone the same, and had to rise especially for one person, then there would be no fairness left in this world.

So Alberta had never taken action for the sake of just one person—until today.

He had actually descended for the life or death of a single Divine Favorer.

"Perhaps He's changed somewhat? After all these years, He ought to have changed a little." The Goddess of Autumn Grain said uncertainly.

The Sun God, changed?

That stubborn Sun, would He really change for the sake of one person?

She didn't quite dare believe it; no one could give a definite answer.

"Perhaps He's only doing it for Himself."

The Cold Winter Goddess suddenly spoke. After the others all looked at her in surprise, she said calmly, "Maybe it's just that Sinful Desire and that idiot have gone too far, forcing Him to step in and teach them a lesson."

Hm?

Oh!

"Oh—put that way, it does sound very likely."

The Goddesses all nodded in dawning realization, feeling that the Cold Winter Goddess's words made perfect sense.

Compared to the Sun God turning gentle and more "humane," this explanation was much easier for them to accept.

How could that arrogant guy tolerate other people's provocation forever?

If anything, the fact He'd endured until now before finally striking already made Him far better than in the past.

If this had been the Sun God in His most hot-headed era, He probably would have launched a nerve-wracking, high-intensity Evil God purge the moment Sinful Desire first provoked Him…

The Scourge of the Sun had never been just about the mistakes made by the Sun God.

It was a description of Him in and of Himself.

In that era, the mere existence of the Sun God was already a calamity for the entire world.