Judgment Descends from the Sky

"Is that so? I see…"

The short exchange in the sky made Tyrael fully realize the difference between Roy and other demon kings. His intuition told him that what Roy said might be true.

It was a good thing that Osiris had no interest in Sanctuary. Tyrael felt relieved, but the other party's high threat to the High Heavens couldn't be ignored. A burst of holy flames ignited on Tyrael's body. Under the light of the flames, his mortal clothes slowly faded away, replaced by golden combat boots and armor full of holy aura.

At this moment, Tyrael returned to his original Archangel appearance, and the hood on his head turned black and empty. He pointed his holy sword at Roy, and his voice sounded from all directions. "Demon King Osiris, no matter what your intentions are, you have to get past me! I fight for the High Heavens!"

"Of course. I don't mind defeating you again!" Roy grinned wickedly.