I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 902: 548 Miracle!2

Chapter 902: Chapter 548 Miracle!_2

Damn!

What kind of heaven-defying treasure is this!

Lis couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity, unsure if such a chance would co again. He must seize it.

Even though the ntal pressure began to mount, Lis had no intention of looking away.

Beside him, Taya was also gazing at the phantom appearing on the Divine Sword Statue. She sensed it was not an ordinary presence and seed beneficial to her.

However, Lis’s unusual behavior startled her awake.

Watching Lis’s face turning pale, cold sweat appearing on his forehead, staring fixedly at the statue, his eyes bloodshot and unblinking.

“Lis…”

Taya felt worried but quickly held back the urge to dissuade him.

She could see that Lis’s current status was his own choice, likely sothing crucial requiring him to handle personally.

Seeing this, Taya said nothing more, standing vigilantly by Lis’s side, wary of anyone approaching to disturb him.

Although the phantom on the Divine Sword Statue attracted her sowhat, it could be viewed anyti; Lis’s current status must not be interrupted.

The church servants trailing far behind Lis and Taya found it odd why they lingered so long before the statue but didn’t think much of it.

Perhaps the esteed guests were simply interested in the Divine Sword Statue?

anwhile, Lis remained imrsed in the process of perceiving the sword’s phantom.

Unbeknownst to him, the originally thin Power of Faith that perated Ambundo City’s air was now being inexplicably drawn toward the center of the Holy City.

More and more Power of Faith gathered on the Divine Sword [Sleine] Statue, causing the black-red luster on the entire statue to beco increasingly vibrant.

Gradually, Lis noticed the appearances of supernatural battle phantoms were becoming more frequent.

Although this increased his ntal strain, the benefits he gained grew correspondingly.

Under this imnse ntal pressure, Lis’s sole thought was to witness more supernatural battle phantoms!

Every minute he persisted, new phantoms manifested before him.

In the midst of this, the phantom in front of Lis shifted, presenting an entirely different scene.

In the haze, a deep, mysterious crack suddenly appeared. From within, a tall, imposing figure slowly erged, as if ascending from the Abyss.

He wielded a black-red Divine Sword, its blade emanating a strange, profound glow that seed to devour everything around it, leaving only endless war and slaughter.

The presence of this great being instantly caused the entire space to tremble, his being a symbol of absolute strength.

The aura he emitted was filled with images of war, slaughter, and plunder, seamlessly rging the brutal force inherent in these words.

His cold, profound gaze seed to see through all illusions of the world, caring nothing for worldly life, solely focused on the sword capable of severing everything.

At this mont, another equally formidable entity erged, exuding an aura of chaotic disorder, like the prival forces of the world and an assembly of all negative emotions.

Its form was blurred and variable, sotis a raging hurricane, sotis a devastating flood, seemingly uncontrolled by any shape.

The mont the two powerful beings t, the entire space seed to tear apart, dense with tension and oppression.

They collided violently, without fancy moves or complex changes, only the most primal, wild clash of forces. The black-red sword intertwined with the chaotic aura, sotis the sword light dragon, splitting the sky; sotis the aura tide, engulfing everything.

This was an imnsely terrifying battle, where the world seed aningless, and the Different Plane was torn apart by their clash, leaving only the two towering figures locked in endless combat.

Lis strained his eyes to the limit, fixedly staring at the supernatural battle before him.

There was no doubt this was the War God Caris in a horrific battle against a powerful unknown entity!

If not for the phantom presented through the Divine Sword, Lis at his current Level could never witness such a battle.

This was possibly the strongest supernatural battle phantom contained within the Divine Sword [Sleine] Statue!

Lis’s ntal status felt like a taut string, bearing imnse pressure.

What Lis did was to morize as many battle phantoms as possible before the string broke.

He had no energy to ponder why all this was happening, only to keep enduring a while longer, and a while longer!

In Lis’s bloodshot eyes, the fierce battle before him started to change again.

In that battle, every swing of War God Caris’s sword was accompanied by a thunderous roar, cleaving the chaotic aura as if dissecting space itself.

Gradually, the War God’s indomitable will and unparalleled Strength moved the tide of battle in his favor.

As the battle deepened, the chaotic aura emanating entity began to show signs of weakening, its form becoming more indistinct, and its Strength gradually waning.

While the War God’s attacks grew stronger, his eyes shone with determination and resolve, appearing unstoppable.

Ultimately, the Divine Sword [Sleine] glead with world-illuminating black-red brilliance, its sword light like a rainbow, slicing the sky, instantly cleaving the chaotic existence in half, its body dissipating into endless sword light, transforming into starlight, and finally vanishing into oblivion.

As this battle concluded, the phantom flickered and disappeared before Lis.

“Is it over?”

Lis staggered slightly, looking around in confusion, realizing no new battle phantom appeared.

His tightly strained nerves finally relaxed, his eyes closed, and he passed out, falling backward.

Beside him, Taya hurriedly supported Lis, gently seating him down, worriedly watching his pale face.

At this mont, the Divine Sword Statue at the plaza’s center, dormant for so long, seed to awaken, abruptly bursting forth with dazzling, mysterious black-red light.

The light streaked like an awakening giant dragon, full of Strength and majesty, soaring to the sky, tinting the entire sky with a fantastical, exalted hue.

The gathered worshipers around the statue, from the elderly to the young, instinctively knelt before the sudden miracle.

They clasped their hands, praying with piety, their gazes filled with reverence and worship. They knew this was the War God’s will, an inviolable display of divine majesty.

As the crowd bowed in reverence, the black-red brilliance on the statue began to flow, seemingly alive, following so mysterious path, eventually converging into a radiant beam, precisely falling on the unconscious Lis.

The crowd stared at the scene in astonishnt.

What was happening?

Was this a miracle bestowed by the War God?

Had a new Saint or Divine Son appeared?

At this mont, three figures suddenly appeared beside Lis.

Flynn gazed down at Lis, bathed in the black-red light representing the War God’s Divine Power, then turned to instruct the approaching church clergy:

“Seal off this area, clear out unrelated personnel!”

“Alert the Holy City Guard Army to maintain order, prepare to activate the highest defense Level at any ti.”

After instructing them, Flynn said to Avin beside him:

“You truly brought a big surprise!”