Chapter 850: Lance Finally Summons a God (Part 2)

Chapter 850: Lance Finally Summons a God (Part 2)

In the sky, dark clouds rolled, and snowflakes rose from the ground.

"Generally speaking, it's a fortunate thing to spar with an honorable opponent, but fighting here today is just terrible."

Ladis frowned inwardly.

Terrifying mana surrounded the Ice Snow Witch, as if it were tangible, causing the air to freeze and a thin layer of frost to gradually form on the buildings on both sides of the road.

"Since I've met you here, let me witness the strength of the Fifth Archon."

As the Ice Snow Witch finished speaking, a howling wind mixed with ice and snow burst forth, sweeping up snowflakes and rushing towards Ladis.

The cold wind was piercingly cold, and Ladis felt his face stinging, as if his mana was about to freeze.

But Ladis remained calm, and with a sway of his body, he charged straight into the wind and snow.

He slapped the medical chest on his back, and a portion of the alchemical toxin flowed into his body, granting him all-around enhancement. At the same time, it turned into a burning agent, starting to melt the ice on the entire street.

...

On the western outskirts of the city, at Astral Heights.

The vast Astral Heights peaks rose one after another, covered in white snow, reflecting a shimmering silver glow under the blizzard.

However, this peaceful and harmonious scene was shattered by the sounds from the horizon.

"You're indeed strong, Second Archon, Obsidian Sage Salom!"

Sigrid leaped into the air, her silver-glowing fist striking out, instantly piercing the snow-covered mountain.

A powerful force from afar struck towards Salom's face, but he reacted swiftly, blocking it with his black blade. The clash of blade and fist erupted with a deafening roar.

The two forces wrestled, stalemating as the ground beneath them cracked.

Salom exerted force with his wrist, and his black blade gleamed with a chilling light, aiming to take the initiative.

Sigrid understood and unleashed a burst of silver light from her fist, not giving Salom the slightest advantage.

They clashed in the sky and then descended to the ground, uprooting trees in their fierce battle.

"..."

Salom didn't speak, but his serious gaze seemed to have found a long-awaited worthy opponent.

He thrust his black sword, swiftly changing his sword technique, and the tip of the sword traced a strange arc in the air, avoiding Sigrid's punch with a roundabout move. Taking advantage of her momentary unpreparedness, he slashed downwards, aiming for Sigrid's slender neck.

Sigrid's pupils constricted, and at the last moment, she jerked her head to the side, barely avoiding the strike. But her body was like steel, and she forcefully withstood the blow with her reinforced breath.

Her entire body seemed to gather the bright moonlight, and she punched out, her fist's momentum piercing through the rainbow like a roaring dragon or a raging hurricane.

"Let's enjoy this."

Salom swiftly withdrew his sword, blocking the mountain-flood-like punch, and at the same time, he turned defense into offense, drawing his longsword in front of him to create layers of sword barriers.

Clang, clang, clang!!!

The sound of clashing metal, like a forge, rang out, once again parting the layers of snow in the sky.

On the other side of the mountain, in the distance.

The Third Archon, Gayaht, held a mechanical staff in both hands, and countless dark purple spider silks gushed out from the magic array, pouring down like rain or a waterfall towards the ground.

Where the spider silks covered, all life seemed to be drained, trees withered, snow turned to dust, and even the flowing air solidified.

"Don't run!"

This time, Gayaht's opponent was one that made him feel unusually relaxed. Even just sensing the terrifying battle between Salom and Sigrid, he was grateful that his opponent was the Dimensional Bishop and not the Tyrant Bishop.

The Mana Spider Silk responded to Tolledo's command, rushing towards him like a hungry wolf.

"Ahhhh!" Tolledo cried out in terror, dodging and weaving frantically, but the Spider Silk relentlessly pursued him, closing in with every step.

In the blink of an eye, the silk wove into a massive web, sealing off all escape routes, and it seemed as though it would engulf him.

Tolledo had no choice but to jump into a spatial rift, teleporting several dozen meters away, and continue his flight.

"Are you going to fight or not?!" Gayaht was growing increasingly irritated by Tolledo's evasive tactics.

The Dimensional Bishop was no pushover, but he kept running and feigning weakness, and after fighting for so long, Gayaht was getting frustrated.

Gayaht had already switched his Mechanical Staff to the Mechanical Staff form, which had a faster casting speed but lower power, yet the Dimensional Bishop still managed to dodge his attacks.

Even from the other side of the distant mountain peak, Sigrid and Salom could sense the one-sided nature of the battle between Gayaht and Tolledo.

"Are all Cardinal Bishops this... unique?" Salom asked, standing with his sword drawn during a brief lull in the fighting.

"I guess so," Sigrid replied, her long, light-colored hair billowing in the wind, her eyes shining like stars or violets. She stood tall like a War Goddess descended upon the earth.

A pale moonlight enveloped her, and her clenched fists radiated an intimidating aura, signaling her intent to conquer all before her.

The two faced off for a moment before launching into action. Sigrid threw a punch with the force of a thousand pounds, aiming straight for Salom's face.

Salom's long sword shimmered as he parried the powerful blow.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Tolledo seemed to be running out of options.

"Help! He's trying to kill me!" Tolledo cried out as he frantically dodged Gayaht's attacks.

"If you scream again..." Gayaht's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in them.

With a slight nudge of his Mechanical Staff, countless chains suddenly appeared from all directions, binding Tolledo and his spatial gate.

Mist swirled around Gayaht, expanding rapidly in all directions, enveloping the area like a shadow, ensuring that no matter how Tolledo tried to escape, he couldn't get away from Gayaht.

Gayaht acted swiftly, waving his hand, and a purple-black light shot out from his Mechanical Staff, aiming straight for the back of Tolledo's head!

"Lady Sigrid, save me!" Tolledo could only activate a Spatial Cube around himself, entering a near-invincible state and avoiding all of Gayaht's guaranteed-hit spells.

"Tolledo, don't interfere with my one-on-one battle with Salom," Sigrid said, feinting a punch at Salom before teleporting in front of Tolledo and using her fist to help him push Gayaht back.

Although she said this, she and Tolledo also exchanged a glance, indicating a mutual understanding.

Tolledo had intentionally lured Gayaht into a position where he could be restrained, creating a two-on-two situation, which was what they had both wanted.

Before they could finish speaking, a chilling, icy light flashed towards them.

It was Salom's Black Blade.

Sigrid sidestepped, avoiding the attack.

Her fist glowed with silver light, and she unleashed a powerful punch towards Salom.

At the same time, Gayaht switched his Mechanical Staff back to the slower but more powerful Staff form. A Chain Seal Array formed in the sky, and Twisted Carnelian emerged from the array, enveloping Sigrid and Tolledo like a spider web.

Sigrid felt her movements slow down.

"Gayaht, you're nothing compared to Askxan. His Sealing Magic is far more terrifying than yours, and he can even hold his own against Sigrid," Tolledo said as he raised his hand to activate a Spatial Barrier, deflecting the giant web of silk and redirecting it elsewhere.

"Do you have the right to speak?" Gayaht landed on the ground, slamming his staff against it, causing the earth to crack. Countless vines burst from the fissures, coiling upwards like giant pythons and lashing out at Sigrid like whips.

Salom, wielding his Black Blade, exuded a chilling sword aura. With each swing of his sword, the void was sliced open, and multiple black holes erupted.

Facing the dual assault of vines and black holes, Sigrid was unstoppable. Her fists pounded out one after another, her punches covering the sky and the earth, the force of her blows blowing away the falling snow. The entire mountain peak trembled under the impact.

Her body radiated a dazzling silver light, and she seemed like a divine being, turning the vines to ash and tearing the black holes apart.

The battlefield was left in ruins, with towering pine trees uprooted, branches and trunks scattered across the ground, and broken stone pillars and shattered rocks mingling with the pure white snow.

The most terrifying sight, however, was the sky itself. Lightning snakes writhed, howling winds blew, and snowflakes were caught in the air currents, unable to fall naturally, swirling low above the ground. The entire Astral Heights trembled as if in mourning for this earth-shattering battle between these four top-tier powerhouses.

But as the fight continued, Gayaht began to sense something amiss.

The Tyrant Bishop and the Dimensional Bishop seemed to treat him as one of their own, never attacking him.

The two Cardinal Bishops focused solely on Salom, even creating opportunities for Gayaht to launch a sneak attack on Salom.

Salom had to start defending himself against Gayaht.

"Gayaht, you shouldn't have interrupted my battle," Salom muttered, showing a hint of displeasure without even glancing at Gayaht.

Earlier, the fight between Gayaht and Tolledo had felt like a staged match, as if they were just playing around.

But given the current situation, it seemed they had no choice but to engage in a chaotic two-on-two battle.

"Salom, I'm not a traitor!" Gayaht shouted angrily.

But as soon as he said this, he realized it sounded strange, almost as if he was asking Salom to lower his guard.

"Seems like it won't be that easy to deceive him," Tolledo whispered to Sigrid.

"Salom, don't let them influence you. They are despicable Cardinal Bishops of the Resurrection Church," Sigrid said, her voice laced with contempt as she and Tolledo communicated through subtle gestures.

Gayaht's veins throbbed as he listened to their conversation.

To him, they were literally saying that Salom wasn't that easy to deceive.

But to Salom, their words might have had a different meaning!

A battle that shook the heavens and the earth unfolded once again on Astral Heights.

The fight, occurring so close to the Divine Domain, was beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals.

"Let's change our approach," Sigrid and Tolledo said, their eyes gleaming with cunning. Sigrid then launched a surprise attack on Salom and Gayaht.

She shattered Salom's sword barrier with a punch, and before he could react, Tolledo teleported her to Gayaht's front, delivering a powerful blow.

"!" Salom reacted, but he dared not block for Gayaht.

If he faced the full force of the Tyrant Bishop's attack and exposed his back to the suspicious Gayaht, any mistake could lead to his defeat and death, a devastating outcome for his companions.

In that fleeting moment, Sigrid gave Gayaht no chance. Her once relaxed purple irises seemed to be covered in icy frost, replaced by a resolute determination to kill.

She transformed into a storm and slammed her fist into Gayaht's body!

Sigrid's ferocious power caused the mountains behind Gayaht to collapse in a tidal wave of destruction, and their first collision was faster than thunder, shaking the entire city of Brillada!

A wide fissure opened on Astral Heights, as if it were being swallowed, crumbling step by step. The meticulously crafted sculptures and glass of the Capital Defense Command shattered instantly, scattering fragments in the wind.

Among the ruins, Gayaht, who had been knocked down, glared at Sigrid with furious eyes.

Even though Gayaht's combat awareness had slowed down the world in his eyes during times of crisis, Sigrid's lethal attack made no sound. By the time the sound of breaking air reached his ears, Gayaht had already been hit, and only then did the air explode with a deadly shattering sound.

Sigrid gave Gayaht no chance to catch his breath as she pursued him relentlessly.

"Gayaht, let's go play somewhere else!"

Sigrid rushed at Gayaht like a meteor, pushing him towards the separate battlefield to the west.

At this moment, as she attacked with all her might, her skin was enveloped in a faint silver radiance, as pure as a new moon and sacred. This was not magic, but a phenomenon resulting from the perfect combination of her physical qualities, immunity equipment, the Primordial Tablet, and her fist intent.

Sigrid possessed a Primordial Tablet different from those of the other Dimensional Bishops—the Primordial Tablet - Origin.

When she threw out her most direct ordinary attack with full force, it triggered the tablet, greatly amplifying its power.

"Gayaht!"

Salom descended from the distance, determined to help Gayaht block Sigrid.

At this moment, Salom also realized that Gayaht didn't seem to be a traitor, or else Sigrid wouldn't be fighting him so fiercely.

Even if it might still be a trap from the enemy, Salom couldn't stand by and watch Gayaht in a life-or-death crisis.

However, before he could fully descend, Salom felt his vision shift as if he had passed through a spatial wall, returning to the sky.

"Your opponent is me now."

The voice of Dimensional Bishop Tolledo rang out.

At this moment, his voice was no longer playful; instead, he faced Salom with seriousness.

"Sigrid, I'll leave the rest to you."

Tolledo muttered, facing the direction where Sigrid had gone.

"..."

Salom looked at Dimensional Bishop Tolledo with a complex expression.

He realized he had fallen into their trap.

Tolledo's entire plan was to switch opponents with Sigrid, with him holding off Salom while Sigrid defeated Gayaht.

This time, the Dimensional Bishop's previous cowardice didn't seem feigned.

But after being beaten by Gayaht and running around, Tolledo dared to challenge the Second Archangel, who was far superior to Gayaht, leaving Salom unsure of what kind of person Tolledo truly was.

"Hmm, Mr. Salom, can we make peace?"

Tolledo watched as Gayaht was struck down by the silver comet and flew far away, finally proposing a truce to Salom.

He was already a bit scared.

Although Lance's strategy was good, allowing them to successfully switch opponents with Sigrid.

But the pressure was now on his side.

"What a shameless trick."

Salom, who rarely showed emotional fluctuations, was almost infuriated.

He needed to quickly help Gayaht.

Since both Gayaht and Tolledo had become sacrificial pawns, it was up to him and Sigrid, the advantageous players, to see who could break through their opponents first.

"Spare me! Although my attack power isn't strong, my survival skills are top-notch."

Tolledo manipulated the surrounding spatial ripples like a skilled performer, preventing Salom from leaving.

Just then, Salom's sword trembled slightly.

And Tolledo stared in astonishment towards the center of Brillada City.

This disturbance far exceeded the one caused by their previous battle on Astral Heights, and even from this distance, they could hear the reverberation within the triple barrier.

This could only mean one thing—

The battle between Hestinos and the White-Robed Pope had begun.

...

The Divine Lineage Hall stood tall amidst the snow-covered mountains, its once crystal-clear surface now shimmering with dazzling golden light, as if molten lava flowed within.

This was the Miracle Stone, an immortal wonder that had endured billions of years of baptism.

But at this moment, the hall was struck by Gayaht's figure.

Gayaht, enraged and in close combat, endured a series of deadly pursuits that could be considered fatal. However, he possessed numerous damage-reducing and protective equipment, preventing his body from being shaken off again. He quickly stabilized himself between the ground and the air, and a dark purple misty array began to unfold around him, forming an invisible mana barrier in front of him to withstand Sigrid's fist. His figure disappeared, and the sound and force of his movements once again created ripples in the air.

"You're too despicable, Sigrid!"

After withstanding Sigrid's assault, Gayaht continued to flee, each word he spoke carrying a curse. Thick and gloomy mana, like a blade, carved out wounds in the dark mountains, as he desperately used illusions and sealing techniques to block all the space between him and Sigrid.

This woman was too terrifying.

Impossible to defend against.

After understanding Sigrid and Tolledo's successful switch tactic, Gayaht knew this woman was here to kill him.

His figure was hidden, his aura chaotic, and his body swayed. The snow mist cast shadows on his face, making him look even more pale and haggard.

"What does this woman eat to grow so strong..."

Gayaht spoke through gritted teeth, his voice low and hoarse, filled with resentment.

He had fought opponents like this, with only numerical values and no mechanisms.

For example, the Guardian Sword Saint of the Aloran Kingdom, Juliana, who possessed the Primordial Tablet - Regeneration.

He could easily suppress his opponents, leaving them powerless.

The Tyrant Bishop's mechanism was even simpler than Juliana's.

The problem was that the Tyrant Bishop's numerical values were too high.

She had the aura of a moon goddess, and her presence was remarkably similar to Violet's.

She wasn't human; it was impossible to block her.

Violet was also a numerical freak with mechanisms, and Gayaht never understood why Violet, a priest, had the same strength and stamina as a warrior.

The wolf race, with no weaknesses and only advantages, was indeed a perfect race that deserved extinction because their very existence was too overpowered!

"As long as I reach that place..."

Gayaht desperately fled, praying that Salom would break through Tolledo quickly or, better yet, that Hestinos would defeat Loren soon. In the center of Brillada City, at the Crethia Memorial Square, Gayaht could clearly sense the terrifying divine-era slash of Hestinos and Loren's battle, like the wrath of the gods.

And he had to stall for time until Sigraid caught up with him.

He still had an unused Epic Equipment Card that he hadn't retrieved.

It was placed at the very bottom of the Divine Lineage Hall.

[Illusory Domain]



[Type: Equipment Card]



[Grade: Orange Epic]



[Attribute: Sealing/Illusion]



[Class: 8]



[Effect: Can drag the target into an illusory barrier, continuously summoning Void Beasts within the barrier to assist in combat. If the opponent is successfully controlled for five seconds or more, they can be left in the Illusory Domain, and the Illusory Domain cannot be used again until the seal is lifted.]



[Note: It might have sealed space and time together. The Illusory Domain is similar to a parallel world, where there is no concept of time. Everything is thoroughly interfered with, and all things are stagnant.]



Only by retrieving the Illusory Domain would he have a chance to retaliate against Sigraid.

Controlling for five seconds often required weakening the opponent significantly first.

Even if he couldn't directly seal Sigraid, he could use this equipment to create an illusory barrier, restricting Sigraid and forcing her to fight in his advantageous territory, buying time until Salong arrived!

Gayaht took out a seal made of Twisted Carnelian and pressed it into the groove on the temple gate.

Instantly, the seals were released, and the heavy stone door slowly opened, allowing him to pass.

Gayaht's figure flashed into the door, turning into a black shadow in the snow and disappearing without a trace.

He knew that even without the presence of other Archons, the barrier of the Divine Lineage Hall wouldn't hold Sigraid back for long.

The Tyrant Bishop's fist could destroy everything in this world, even Salong's sword. Sigraid had just faced the iron-like fist head-on, and the mere thought of it made Gayaht's ribs ache; he never wanted to be hit by such a thing again.

Only at this moment did the temple give him a slight sense of relief.

The interior of the temple was solemn, reverberating with ethereal and uplifting music.

It was a heavenly sound created by the harp, flute, and wind instruments.

The music alternated between soaring and passionate, and soft and graceful, enveloping the entire hall in a sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

The melody seemed to sing a divine poem, or narrate the history from thousands of years ago. It purified souls, soothed wounds, and brought infinite tranquility and salvation.

The thin morning light filtered through the rose window, casting a colorful glow on the temple's interior, making it dazzling and colorful.

Gayaht's figure flickered like a ghost, passing through the corridors and arriving at the Archon's Holy Domain.

Just as Gayaht was secretly rejoicing, a bright silver light suddenly lit up outside the temple, like a full moon rising, dispelling the protection of the shadows.

Sigraid had already started breaking down the walls.

Each thunderous sound made Gayaht's scalp tingle.

He feared that the terrifying werewolf would appear behind him the next second.

Just thinking about it made him anxious.

The rumbling behind him became more intense.

Sigraid might have already broken into the Divine Lineage Hall.

"You despicable she-wolf, I'll fight you to the end!"

Gayaht roared, forcefully driving the remaining magic within his body, and erecting barrier after barrier to seal the corridors.

However.

Through his detection spell, he realized that this woman had no intention of taking the corridors.

The Tyrant Bishop seemed to ignore the walls, smashing through them directly when encountering obstacles, even if it meant spending a little more time. She absolutely refused to take the long way.

Cold sweat instantly covered Gayaht's forehead.

This wouldn't slow her down much.

Her thinking was different from the beginning.

Because the Tyrant Bishop was chasing him directly.

No, he couldn't let her succeed!

Gayaht desperately rushed towards the center of the Divine Lineage Hall.

But not long after.

Suddenly, he noticed the light gradually dimming.

It seemed not just the light, but a shadow had caught up with him.

Gayaht's brain hadn't finished processing this question.

In the previous moment, there was still the sound of shattering within the building.

The next moment, she was already right in front of him!

"I have to defeat you quickly, or my man won't be able to hold on."

The woman with green hair and purple eyes occupied his entire field of vision, her eyes filled with a chilling, domineering aura.

Lance could withstand Hestinos, but Hestinos wasn't foolish. If he realized that Lance was only defending and not attacking, he would sense something was wrong.

She needed to complete the most crucial step in Lance's plan.

Sigraid gave Gayaht no time to react and slammed her fist into Gayaht's body again!

The ferocious force caused the interior of the Divine Lineage Hall to surge like a tidal wave, collapsing with a thunderous sound, shaking the entire Astral Mountains! The floor tiles cracked and crumbled, and Gayaht and Sigraid fell as if weightless, landing in a brand new, spacious area.

"Give up, Gayaht."

Sigraid surveyed the underground area of the Divine Lineage Hall and approached Gayaht, who was leaning against the ground in a state of despair.

"Hehe..."

A shadow clung to Gayaht's forehead, and a faint smile curved his bloodstained lips,

"You didn't expect this, did you, Sigraid? This is my escape route!"

The moment Gayaht's mana flowed, the black composite cube behind him, emitting an eerie red light, was bound by chains and secured on a stone platform. All around, flashing Anti-Magic Steel pillars began to rotate and unravel! The terrifying power seemed to pull Gayaht and Sigraid into the cube!

However, Gayaht's laughter hadn't ended.

He stared at the scene as if he had seen a ghost.

The air was filled with mist.

As if a divine bell was ringing, golden divine light rippled in circles, turning into a storm that spread from the Divine Lineage Hall, engulfing the entire city of Brillada, celebrating the birth of a ninth-tier divine domain, the strongest in the world.

Standing in the mist was a man with a puzzled expression.

He wore a black priest's robe, standing alone, bathed in holy hymns. His face was filled with compassion, having already transcended life and death. In the power of faith, he only heard the suffering of all living beings.

Life and death were no longer important to this man.

But for Gayaht, this was a more terrifying scene than death.

"Loren!!!

Gayaht shouted.

(End of Chapter)

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