"How foolish, at the Blood God’s initial descent, it was at its weakest. The exile by the Saint Reel Pope inflicted significant damage upon Him. Now, the Blood God has reclaid His flesh remnants from beneath the Sea of No Light, all damages have been restored, and His power has surpassed its peak. How could a newly born True King possibly be His match?"
"Delaying only increases the likelihood of their destruction. Backed by the Holy Fire, there was hope in a battle to the death, but now, the chances are zero."
"Most importantly, under my influence, the Lord’s Apostles have already awakened, and so many delicious souls in Trolian will all beco the Lord’s nourishnt."
Arche clapped his hands and said in a cold tone.
"As expected of the Fear Ghost, Ahe, let us equally share the credit for destroying Trolian and breaching the Source Heavenly God Throne."
Ahe’s smile grew wider.
"Excellent, I knew you would make the right choice. I will crush that pesky insect imdiately, letting them know how absurd their delusions are."
"Soon, Trolian’s doomsday will arrive, the flas will be extinguished, humanity will be extinct, and we will be the ultimate victors, ahahaha!"
Arche said nothing more and vanished into the air.
The dark space was left with only Ahe’s wild laughter.
After a long while, he cald down, glanced at the Evil Thought Stele, suddenly recalling sothing, and murmured, "Where on earth has Alan gone? I clearly sensed his presence, but no matter how I call, there’s no response. Could he be plotting sothing?"
At the thought of a certain possibility, Ahe’s face swiftly turned somber, his figure faded, and soon disappeared from this space.
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Saint Reel.
Shattered Mountains.
An endless sea of blood engulfed the fractured space, with the torn rifts closing under infinite power; the raging Void storm vanished without a trace, and the once forbidden zone was now gone.
Beneath the mountains lay an endless sea of flesh puppets, all composed of the blood and flesh of the people of Saint Reel. The stronger the flesh, the more flesh puppets were ford. A glance revealed a boundless sea of blood stretching to the horizons.
And within this sea of blood, there was an incongruous azure light, weaving through the blood sea unimpeded.
Its spiritual energy was not strong, approximately at level 13. If high-precision spiritual power equipnt from the chanical Research Institute were here, they would detect its strength precisely at 139,900 kilowatts, completely stable.
But the surrounding flesh puppets mostly boasted spiritual power not weaker than it, with level 13 and 14 powers all around.
So massive flesh giants even possessed level 15 spiritual energy.
However, whether flesh puppet or flesh giant, in the presence of this azure light, they were like powder, shattering upon contact.
It was so sharp that no monster could withstand it for even a split second.
It traveled from south to north, from east to west, nearly cleaving through the blood sea.
But the flesh monsters were endless; kill one batch, and another would erge, even more nurous. Those previously slain began resurrecting in the bloody aura.
The azure light showed no signs of stopping, continuing its slaughter.
Finally, powerful bloodlight rose in the distance.
"Lord Alan, it’s successful! The Blood God’s aura has noticed you!"
A sharp shout ca from within the azure light.
He stopped, the sharp sword light fell around him, and a tall knight appeared at the center of the monster remnants, clad in azure armor, wielding a giant azure-glowing sword, with a shield on his back and a saber at his waist.
This was Alis Testrant, the First Knight of Trolian, affectionately called Alan by everyone.
At his collar, a crown-shaped mark burned, and another voice erged from it.
"Lord Alan, the Blood God’s aura is only 30,000 kiloters away, quickly withdraw to the west!"
But Alan did not move, standing still, gazing at the distant bloodlight.
That was the Blood God’s power, yet it was controlled by re chaotic instinctual spiritual power. According to previous tactics, drawing it out would be considered a success.
Afterwards, simply retreating in the opposite direction would delay the Blood God’s advance.
Previously, to ensure the delaying effect, he could wait a while, but the one covering his retreat, Olivia, had returned to the Royal City, leaving only him here. To ensure safety, he must withdraw early.
"Lord Alan, it’s within 20,000 kiloters! Go quickly!"
The voice in the spiritual communication grew anxious. They were high-rank investigators, responsible for observing the battle from afar and providing Alan with information.
Yet Alan remained unmoved, even turning around, the Holy White Great Sword in his hand began to glow, blazing white flas igniting on the sword’s edge, the azure light instantly enlarging by hundreds of tis.
"Lord Alan!"
The voice in the spiritual communication beca extrely anxious.
"What are you doing? You’re still within the God of Contaminated Blood’s Divine Country, you can’t use your full strength!"
The Holy White Great Sword was Alan’s soul weapon, possessing powerful radiant strength. Combined with his soul fire spark "Divine Light Supre," it could unleash imnse power.
Igniting the sword’s edge signified Alan preparing for combat.
"Hahahahaha!"
A massive shadow rose from the monster remnants, transforming into a gigantic prison cage, enveloping Alan.
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