The gentle words still lingered by his ear, as if her warmth still remained on his cheek. In the next mont, a dazzling golden spear pierced through, the golden light occupying all of Lin Rui’s vision.
Despite the sacrificial protection of the Dark Temple warriors, Leopard and Owl, the spear still pierced through the two warriors’ bodies and continued to pierce through Audrey’s body, pinning her to the blood-soaked battlefield.
The Rare Level undead were still too weak facing this Tier Six Heroic Spirit Knight Commander.
The once gentle and smiling girl finally frowned in pain at this mont, murmuring, "Dad~ I... it hurts~"
"Dad~ I’ll open the Key of the Spirit Realm, hold them off, you must go!"
The mysterious, nacing teleportation gate opened, and a swarm of spirit realm monsters appeared.
But the number of Heroic Spirit level Templar Knights was even greater, counterattacking and encircling these monsters that appeared before the teleportation gate, slaughtering them en masse with ghastly howls echoing across the battlefield.
"All blasphers must die!" The Tier Six Heroic Spirit Knight Commander, with his thick right arm single-handedly gripping Silver Moon’s neck—despite being a beast-eared girl with her clothes shredded, she appeared tiny in the face of the Knight Commander’s enormous physique, the massive pressure on her throat gradually suffocating her, her pretty face turning bright red before her neck was completely crushed. The Knight Commander wrenched off Silver Moon’s head, holding her long hair in his left hand and his long spear in his right as he walked towards Lin Rui, surrounded and besieged by countless knights.
By now, the battlefield was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like rivers. Even a Tier Five Heroic Spirit Knight could not withstand the utterly crazed Lin Rui.
The center of the battlefield was nothing short of hell on earth, with more than twenty mirror images charging in all directions, fighting furiously. Frigid sword light, raging thunder, all densely packed. The battlefield was so dazzling it was impossible to look directly, and there was no safe place for anyone.
And this was rely the close combat damage caused by the mirror images; Lin Rui himself went completely berserk, frantically unleashing spirit magic, and frigid frost swept across the entire battlefield. Deadly frost shards flew all over the battlefield, slicing back and forth.
The celestial spear, brilliant as a teor, trailed a long wake, piercing through the dense spiritual storm in the sky again and again, crashing down on the battlefield. When the dazzling spiritual energy erupted on the battlefield, heaven and earth lost color, and all things fell silent.
The besieging Templar Knights were completely deafened; even the radiant spiritual energy that lit up their surroundings felt silent in their ears. In fact, it wasn’t that they were deaf, but rather their minds were rumbling incessantly.
The mage at the center of the battlefield was like a phantom; one mont, the Heroic Spirit level knights were sure he was a mirror image in front of them, and frantically besieged him; the next mont, he had already descended upon another mirror image position hundreds of ters away, completing the swap.
In the Instant Prison: Shadow Kill Array’s area of effect, even a Tier Five Heroic Spirit Knight couldn’t hold him. On the contrary, hundreds of knights’ corpses already lay on the ground, with dismbered bodies and splattered blood everywhere.
Yet this could be considered fortunate—they still had so flesh left.
Tragically, so knights were directly shredded by frost shards into a ground full of bloody foam and powder, while others were completely evaporated by the Grip of Cyan Wave.
Even the mbers of the Templar Order, descended with Celestial Kingdom Armant, felt a deep resonance and horror in their souls despite having no fear in their hearts.
The Tier Six Heroic Spirit Knight Commander raged madly on the battlefield, his attributes extrely powerful and swift as lightning, yet he still couldn’t stop Lin Rui’s explosive outburst.
As spiritual energy rapidly decreased like running water, Lin Rui’s spiritual reaction was also skyrocketing.
The Destiny Card was revealed rapidly, one by one, with each trait bestowed upon Lin Rui. If soone could smoothly open Lin Rui’s Attribute Panel now, they would find his trait column filled with countless golden text, arranged densely from top to bottom, and still increasing at an extrely fast speed.
Many traits mutually multiplied the gains; even if a single trait only increased attack power by 40%, ten traits amounted to 140% to the tenth power.
This number was simply terrifying, not to ntion so golden traits completely doubled the enhancents.
At this mont, Lin Rui’s attack speed, movent speed, and defensive strength were extraordinarily astonishing.
The Instant Prison: Shadow Kill Array only lasted 60 seconds. When the densely packed mirror images vanished, and people of the Templar Order raised their swords in jubilation, all charged fervently towards Lin Rui, who stood holding a sword on the blood-soaked, chaotic battlefield.
On the battlefield, severed limbs flew again, blood and flesh forming mountains and rivers.
The fierce battle lasted a long ti before it abruptly cald down. The violently churning clouds of spiritual energy in the sky gradually settled, yet a drizzling rain of blood began to fall, composed entirely of the blood from the countless corpses scattered across the battlefield.
Now the battlefield was dead silent, with the dead leaning against each other, broken spears and shattered longswords protruding from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The soundless silence extended for a long, long ti before a low, staggering footstep slowly erged. Amidst the river of blood on the battlefield, only one desolate figure remained, walking through the mass of mangled armors to the center of a pile of corpses, finally sinking to his knees and embracing a blood-drenched corpse of a girl.
The drizzling blood rain fell on the lone survivor’s face, washing away all filth, then dripped from the sharply defined chin, revealing Lin Rui’s sorrowful visage.
The girl, who once always laughed and clung to him, asking if one person could fight for an army and kill all enemies, had now beco a cold corpse in his arms, a massive wound penetrating her entire chest. Beneath the torn bustier, there was nothing beautiful, only a bloody hole going all the way through.
Lin Rui’s own heart seed to have been erased by this massive wound too, his chest hollow and empty. Despite having grown incomparably powerful, he felt completely insubstantial, as if the entire world had beco sowhat unreal.
How could it be,
How could it be.
How could it end up like this!
A mont ago, everyone was laughing and chatting, the girl’s reverent voice and smiling visage still by his side, her cheerful figure seemingly still holding his arms, her whimsical deanor seed eternal.
But in a re trance, everyone had already fallen in battle before his eyes.
Even with Lin Rui’s will as steadfast as iron, having experienced the life and death of close kin, he simply could not endure such a tragic outco.
He held Audrey’s delicate body tightly as if a forsaken child clinging desperately to a kitten, fearing she would leave him.
In the thick shroud of grief, his figure grew lonelier, the blood rain mixed with sorrowful tears falling onto the elegant gown of the girl in his arms, yet the once beautiful hem would never again flutter, the once vibrant girl had permanently lost her vitality.
Lin Rui didn’t even know how he staggered to the altar.
Only the belief in survival continued to support him. He absolutely could not fall into despair, not only for the others in the territory but also for Audrey’s sake.
The souls of warriors above Heroic Spirit level are guided by the divine spirit they worship. Audrey’s final wish was to have her visage etched on her soul, never forgotten until death.
Even if he had to fight to the Black Queen, Lin Rui would bring her back.
Yet Lin Rui was filled with lancholy; if Audrey’s soul beca like a Black Queen Apostle—cold, ruthless, and decisive—would she still be the gentle, smiling Audrey?
Even resurrecting her, what would be the point?
The Resurrection Skill can be used by a Tier Seven Great Angel, but their resurrected comrades—would they still be the sa jubilant, lively girl circling around him that Lin Rui cherished?
Even if he revived her, would it have any aning at all?
The Hero’s Heart was rapidly revealed card after card, traits after traits were bestowed on Lin Rui. If soone nearby could open Lin Rui’s attribute panel smoothly, they would find his trait column packed densely from top to bottom with countless lines of golden text, still increasing at an extrely fast speed.
Until then, Lin Rui had no idea how he stumbled towards the altar in a daze.
He only knew he had no way back; even if he had to go against the entire world, he had to perseveringly move forward!
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