Saint Matthew let out an angry roar, and the Ring of Saintly Authority on his hand overflowed with solid white light that rapidly covered his whole body, turning into a set of dazzling bright-silver armor.
A halo above his head linked into the seven layers of the Silver Law, at least reaching the corresponding Fifth Layer of the High Sequence.
His whole aura surged violently.
Yet, although he now shone with silver light from head to toe, Byron nonetheless felt that beneath the armor an inexplicable evil taint had appeared.
Having long since reached 12% in Unity of All Things, he clearly saw through the visor gaps of the helmet that the whites of Saint Matthew's eyes had turned pure black, while his pupils shone with dark gold.
The Father of Monsters' Authority also keenly perceived the non-human presence on him.
Byron couldn't help but frown:
"So this Saint really did have a trump card left?
