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Chapter 688: Loren: I Give You the Chance to Challenge Me (Part 3)
Chapter 688: Loren: I Give You the Chance to Challenge Me (Part 3)
At the heart of the Boscham 10th District, even Ateli was still incredulous as she gazed towards the distant horizon.
Astonishment, reverence, gratitude, and a hint of inexplicable confusion filled her.
While it made sense theoretically that Loren, unable to set his mind at ease about his disciple Lanchi, would secretly come to Pariah to bring Lanchi back, it seemed risky.
However, with Archbishop Loren's arrival, the tide of battle had turned dramatically.
She would be able to continue fighting!
At this moment, Perlman's attention was entirely focused on Archbishop Loren, leading to a one-on-one stalemate, giving Ateli the opportunity to subdue the frenzied Nigel and then join forces with Archbishop Loren to surround Perlman.
As Ateli felt her defeat looming, all hope seemed lost! They couldn't fathom the catastrophic slaughter that would ensue if the godlike Perlman were to arrive on the South Shore.
Even with the camera desperately zooming in, Ateli appeared minuscule amidst the howling wind and torrential rain.
Just as Ateli felt she could no longer withstand Perlman's terrifying magic...
Suddenly, an invisible arrow descended from the heavens.
Dispelling the rain, a verdant stream of light gracefully landed beside Ateli.
The arrow emanated an ancient divine radiance, akin to the first light of dawn, illuminating the dark battlefield!
A surging gale erupted from where the arrow landed, as if an awakened wild beast, howling as it swept across the entire battlefield.
It was not an ordinary gust of wind, but one imbued with ancient divine power! Wherever it passed, the air became fresh and invigorating.
Even more astonishing was how the light, like the sunrise at daybreak, illuminated the pouring rain, making the dark night as clear as day.
It was pure and radiant, pristine and flawless, and any mortal who beheld this radiance would feel compelled to bow down in worship!
As the arrow fell, the wind and light intertwined to form an impenetrable barrier, protecting Ateli within.
The barrier resembled crystal, light and ethereal, shimmering with a subtle glow.
Even more miraculous was how, when the pouring rain struck this barrier, not a single droplet landed on Ateli's body.
Even Perlman's deadly strike seemed to collide with an invisible wall, causing the rain around it to scatter and form ripples on the barrier's surface, yet unable to shake this defense.
In the face of this wind and light barrier, any power seemed insignificant, unable to create even a ripple. The barrier stood firm and unyielding.
This defense could only lead Perlman and Ateli to think of "absolute immunity."
Perlman's expression immediately turned gloomy.
Even without looking towards the direction of the gale and arrow, as an experienced eighth-rank powerhouse, he knew what that ancient radiance symbolized and who its owner was.
He slowly lifted his head to gaze towards the distant horizon.
On top of a skyscraper kilometers away stood a figure. The rain around him seemed to lock up the heavens and earth, and the moonlight behind him appeared cleaved by dark clouds.
The figure was clad in a black priest's robe, adorned with meandering golden patterns. His short light brown hair fluttered in the wind, yet it did nothing to diminish his dignified bearing.
And his eyes, those two deep and clear azure lakes, shone with a compassionate light, causing all who beheld them to feel a tremor in their hearts.
The violent storm and thunder were kept at bay by an invisible force, and within a three-meter radius of him, everything became serene and peaceful.
Without any need for questions, all the demons who witnessed his figure knew that he was the powerful being who had just lent his aid.
In their eyes, this earth-shattering eighth-rank battle seemed like a trivial drama.
But undoubtedly, it was the Wind God's power in his hands that saved Ateli at the critical moment.
"Archbishop Loren..."
Facing such a formidable being as Loren, revered as the strongest among humans, Perlman felt a sense of trepidation for the first time.
He realized that this battle might not be as easy to conclude as he had imagined.
With the protection of the wind and light barrier, Ateli finally caught her breath.
She lifted her head, staring in astonishment at the mysterious figure.
The fate of Pariah now hung in the balance, dependent on that figure's intentions.
Whether it was Perlman, the lord of the 10th District, or the mysterious demon spreading curses on the South Shore, none could stand against Archbishop Loren!
The scales of victory and defeat trembled amidst the faint light and howling wind...
"Why have you come here..."
Perlman fixed his gaze on the distant figure atop the skyscraper, his previously indifferent eyes now filled with grave seriousness.
That revered and upright high priest of the Kingdom of Houghton, who had recently become even more renowned and unstoppable.
Rumored to be enveloped by Imperial Qi.
...
At that moment, several kilometers away.
Hidden in the shadows, the demon reporters could hardly believe their eyes.
When they clearly saw the figure, they almost dropped their magic recording equipment.
"Loren!!!"
Although the pouring rain and distant location made it difficult to see clearly, there was no mistaking the radiance of the Wind Stone.
This news exploded like a thunderclap among the viewers on the South Shore.
They couldn't make out the distant scene, but they knew that the sudden ceasefire, the stunned expressions of Ateli and Perlman, and that soul-stirring radiance of the Wind Stone, all pointed to one thing—
Loren had intervened!
"It's Archbishop Loren! He's come to our aid!"
"The legend of the Northern Continent is true! As long as you sincerely call out his name, he will surely come to your rescue!"
"He is the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor!"
A spark of hope ignited among the viewers on the South Shore, and they excitedly discussed, speculated, and stared intently at the limited footage, some even shedding tears of joy.
Many of the citizens witnessing this scene couldn't help but exclaim in awe.
Archbishop Loren's appearance gave the desperate people of Pariah a much-needed boost of morale during this stormy night.
At the heart of Boscham's 10th District, even Ateli was still incredulous as she gazed towards the distant horizon.
Astonishment, reverence, gratitude, and a hint of inexplicable confusion filled her.
While it made sense theoretically that Loren, unable to set his mind at ease about his disciple Lanchi, would secretly come to Pariah to bring Lanchi back, it seemed risky.
However, with Archbishop Loren's arrival, the tide of battle had turned dramatically.
She would be able to continue fighting!
At this moment, Perlman's attention was entirely focused on Archbishop Loren, leading to a one-on-one stalemate, giving Ateli the opportunity to subdue the frenzied Nigel and then join forces with Archbishop Loren to surround Perlman.
As Ateli felt her defeat looming, all hope seemed lost! They couldn't fathom the catastrophic slaughter that would ensue if the godlike Perlman were to arrive on the South Shore.
Even with the camera desperately zooming in, Ateli appeared minuscule amidst the howling wind and torrential rain.
Just as Ateli felt she could no longer withstand Perlman's terrifying magic...
Suddenly, an invisible arrow descended from the heavens.
Dispelling the rain, a verdant stream of light gracefully landed beside Ateli.
The arrow emanated an ancient divine radiance, akin to the first light of dawn, illuminating the dark battlefield!
A surging gale erupted from where the arrow landed, as if an awakened wild beast, howling as it swept across the entire battlefield.
It was not an ordinary gust of wind, but one imbued with ancient divine power! Wherever it passed, the air became fresh and invigorating.
Even more astonishing was how the light, like the sunrise at daybreak, illuminated the pouring rain, making the dark night as clear as day.
It was pure and radiant, pristine and flawless, and any mortal who beheld this radiance would feel compelled to bow down in worship!
As the arrow fell, the wind and light intertwined to form an impenetrable barrier, protecting Ateli within.
The barrier resembled crystal, light and ethereal, shimmering with a subtle glow.
Even more miraculous was how, when the pouring rain struck this barrier, not a single droplet landed on Ateli's body.
Even Perlman's deadly strike seemed to collide with an invisible wall, causing the rain around it to scatter and form ripples on the barrier's surface, yet unable to shake this defense.
In the face of this wind and light barrier, any power seemed insignificant, unable to create even a ripple. The barrier stood firm and unyielding.
This defense could only lead Perlman and Ateli to think of "absolute immunity."
Perlman's expression immediately turned gloomy.
Even without looking towards the direction of the gale and arrow, as an experienced eighth-rank powerhouse, he knew what that ancient radiance symbolized and who its owner was.
He slowly lifted his head to gaze towards the distant horizon.
On top of a skyscraper kilometers away stood a figure. The rain around him seemed to lock up the heavens and earth, and the moonlight behind him appeared cleaved by dark clouds.
The figure was clad in a black priest's robe, adorned with meandering golden patterns. His short light brown hair fluttered in the wind, yet it did nothing to diminish his dignified bearing.
And his eyes, those two deep and clear azure lakes, shone with a compassionate light, causing all who beheld them to feel a tremor in their hearts.
The violent storm and thunder were kept at bay by an invisible force, and within a three-meter radius of him, everything became serene and peaceful.
Without any need for questions, all the demons who witnessed his figure knew that he was the powerful being who had just lent his aid.
In their eyes, this earth-shattering eighth-rank battle seemed like a trivial drama.
But undoubtedly, it was the Wind God's power in his hands that saved Ateli at the critical moment.
"Archbishop Loren..."
Facing such a formidable being as Loren, revered as the strongest among humans, Perlman felt a sense of trepidation for the first time.
He realized that this battle might not be as easy to conclude as he had imagined.
With the protection of the wind and light barrier, Ateli finally caught her breath.
She lifted her head, staring in astonishment at the mysterious figure.
The fate of Pariah now hung in the balance, dependent on that figure's intentions.
Whether it was Perlman, the lord of the 10th District, or the mysterious demon spreading curses on the South Shore, none could stand against Archbishop Loren!
The scales of victory and defeat trembled amidst the faint light and howling wind...
"Why have you come here..."
Perlman fixed his gaze on the distant figure atop the skyscraper, his previously indifferent eyes now filled with grave seriousness.
That revered and upright high priest of the Kingdom of Houghton, who had recently become even more renowned and unstoppable.
Rumored to be enveloped by Imperial Qi.
...
At that moment, several kilometers away.
Hidden in the shadows, the demon reporters could hardly believe their eyes.
When they clearly saw the figure, they almost dropped their magic recording equipment.
"Loren!!!"
Although the pouring rain and distant location made it difficult to see clearly, there was no mistaking the radiance of the Wind Stone.
This news exploded like a thunderclap among the viewers on the South Shore.
They couldn't make out the distant scene, but they knew that the sudden ceasefire, the stunned expressions of Ateli and Perlman, and that soul-stirring radiance of the Wind Stone, all pointed to one thing—
Loren had intervened!
"It's Archbishop Loren! He's come to our aid!"
"The legend of the Northern Continent is true! As long as you sincerely call out his name, he will surely come to your rescue!"
"He is the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor!"
A spark of hope ignited among the viewers on the South Shore, and they excitedly discussed, speculated, and stared intently at the limited footage, some even shedding tears of joy.
Many of the citizens witnessing this scene couldn't help but exclaim in awe.
Archbishop Loren's appearance gave the desperate people of Pariah a much-needed boost of morale during this stormy night.
At the heart of Boscham's 10th District, even Ateli was still incredulous as she gazed towards the distant horizon.
Astonishment, reverence, gratitude, and a hint of inexplicable confusion filled her.
While it made sense theoretically that Loren, unable to set his mind at ease about his disciple Lanchi, would secretly come to Pariah to bring Lanchi back, it seemed risky.
However, with Archbishop Loren's arrival, the tide of battle had turned dramatically.
She would be able to continue fighting!
At this moment, Perlman's attention was entirely focused on Archbishop Loren, leading to a one-on-one stalemate, giving Ateli the opportunity to subdue the frenzied Nigel and then join forces with Archbishop Loren to surround Perlman.
As Ateli felt her defeat looming, all hope seemed lost! They couldn't fathom the catastrophic slaughter that would ensue if the godlike Perlman were to arrive on the South Shore.
Even with the camera desperately zooming in, Ateli appeared minuscule amidst the howling wind and torrential rain.
Just as Ateli felt she could no longer withstand Perlman's terrifying magic...
Suddenly, an invisible arrow descended from the heavens.
Dispelling the rain, a verdant stream of light gracefully landed beside Ateli.
The arrow emanated an ancient divine radiance, akin to the first light of dawn, illuminating the dark battlefield!
A surging gale erupted from where the arrow landed, as if an awakened wild beast, howling as it swept across the entire battlefield.
It was not an ordinary gust of wind, but one imbued with ancient divine power! Wherever it passed, the air became fresh and invigorating.
Even more astonishing was how the light, like the sunrise at daybreak, illuminated the pouring rain, making the dark night as clear as day.
It was pure and radiant, pristine and flawless, and any mortal who beheld this radiance would feel compelled to bow down in worship!
As the arrow fell, the wind and light intertwined to form an impenetrable barrier, protecting Ateli within.
The barrier resembled crystal, light and ethereal, shimmering with a subtle glow.
Even more miraculous was how, when the pouring rain struck this barrier, not a single droplet landed on Ateli's body.
Even Perlman's deadly strike seemed to collide with an invisible wall, causing the rain around it to scatter and form ripples on the barrier's surface, yet unable to shake this defense.
In the face of this wind and light barrier, any power seemed insignificant, unable to create even a ripple. The barrier stood firm and unyielding.
This defense could only lead Perlman and Ateli to think of "absolute immunity."
Perlman's expression immediately turned gloomy.
Even without looking towards the direction of the gale and arrow, as an experienced eighth-rank powerhouse, he knew what that ancient radiance symbolized and who its owner was.
He slowly lifted his head to gaze towards the distant horizon.
On top of a skyscraper kilometers away stood a figure. The rain around him seemed to lock up the heavens and earth, and the moonlight behind him appeared cleaved by dark clouds.
The figure was clad in a black priest's robe, adorned with meandering golden patterns. His short light brown hair fluttered in the wind, yet it did nothing to diminish his dignified bearing.
And his eyes, those two deep and clear azure lakes, shone with a compassionate light, causing all who beheld them to feel a tremor in their hearts.
The violent storm and thunder were kept at bay by an invisible force, and within a three-meter radius of him, everything became serene and peaceful.
Without any need for questions, all the demons who witnessed his figure knew that he was the powerful being who had just lent his aid.
In their eyes, this earth-shattering eighth-rank battle seemed like a trivial drama.
But undoubtedly, it was the Wind God's power in his hands that saved Ateli at the critical moment.
"Archbishop Loren..."
Facing such a formidable being as Loren, revered as the strongest among humans, Perlman felt a sense of trepidation for the first time.
He realized that this battle might not be as easy to conclude as he had imagined.
With the protection of the wind and light barrier, Ateli finally caught her breath.
She lifted her head, staring in astonishment at the mysterious figure.
The fate of Pariah now hung in the balance, dependent on that figure's intentions.
Whether it was Perlman, the lord of the 10th District, or the mysterious demon spreading curses on the South Shore, none could stand against Archbishop Loren!
The scales of victory and defeat trembled amidst the faint light and howling wind...
"Why have you come here..."
Perlman fixed his gaze on the distant figure atop the skyscraper, his previously indifferent eyes now filled with grave seriousness.
That revered and upright high priest of the Kingdom of Houghton, who had recently become even more renowned and unstoppable.
Rumored to be enveloped by Imperial Qi.
...
At that moment, several kilometers away.
Hidden in the shadows, the demon reporters could hardly believe their eyes.
When they clearly saw the figure, they almost dropped their magic recording equipment.
"Loren!!!"
Although the pouring rain and distant location made it difficult to see clearly, there was no mistaking the radiance of the Wind Stone.
This news exploded like a thunderclap among the viewers on the South Shore.
They couldn't make out the distant scene, but they knew that the sudden ceasefire, the stunned expressions of Ateli and Perlman, and that soul-stirring radiance of the Wind Stone, all pointed to one thing—
Loren had intervened!
"It's Archbishop Loren! He's come to our aid!"
"The legend of the Northern Continent is true! As long as you sincerely call out his name, he will surely come to your rescue!"
"He is the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor!"
A spark of hope ignited among the viewers on the South Shore, and they excitedly discussed, speculated, and stared intently at the limited footage, some even shedding tears of joy.
Many of the citizens witnessing this scene couldn't help but exclaim in awe.
Archbishop Loren's appearance gave the desperate people of Pariah a much-needed boost of morale during this stormy night.
At the heart of Boscham's 10th District, even Ateli was still incredulous as she gazed towards the distant horizon.
Astonishment, reverence, gratitude, and a hint of inexplicable confusion filled her.
While it made sense theoretically that Loren, unable to set his mind at ease about his disciple Lanchi, would secretly come to Pariah to bring Lanchi back, it seemed risky.
However, with Archbishop Loren's arrival, the tide of battle had turned dramatically.
She would be able to continue fighting!
At this moment, Perlman's attention was entirely focused on Archbishop Loren, leading to a one-on-one stalemate, giving Ateli the opportunity to subdue the frenzied Nigel and then join forces with Archbishop Loren to surround Perlman.
(End of Chapter)
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