Dimensional Codex System I M Really Not A Cultist
/ Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist! Chapter 139
Chapter 139: Chapter 138: For Whom the Bell Tolls
“Agh——!!”
Feeling the immense pressure descending from the sky, Fang Zheng staggered. It felt as if an invisible giant hand had suddenly slammed down, heavily striking his body. Even so, Fang Zheng did not abandon his action but clenched his teeth and thrust the Sky-Cleaving Sword towards Connie's chest!
“How dare you!!”
Just as Fang Zheng's blade was about to pierce Connie's chest, a furious shout suddenly erupted. At the same moment, Fang Zheng felt as if he had been hit by something, he grunted and was thrown backward, heavily crashing to the ground. When he stood up again, he saw a man with a ghastly pale face standing in front of Connie, his hand on the hilt of his sword, coldly watching him.
“In broad daylight, you dare to attempt murder?”
“How strange, as a Templar, upright and just, why can't I kill in broad daylight? This is not something shameful!”
Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at the man.
“Father, father…”
Seeing the middle-aged man's appearance, Connie seemed to finally realize the situation. Just moments ago, she truly thought she was going to die by the despicable cultist's sword. But now, with her father by her side, Connie felt as if she had found her backbone and stood up again.
“He, he is a cultist…”
Hearing Connie's words, Brand remained silent for a moment, then turned his gaze towards Fang Zheng.
“Do you have any explanation?”
“Explanation?”
Faced with Brand's inquiry, Fang Zheng snorted coldly.
“I suspect Connie is a cultist, that's my explanation!”
“Enough!”
Hearing Fang Zheng's response, Brand roared angrily, his hand gripping the hilt at his waist, coldly staring at Fang Zheng.
“Bring him down! I will interrogate him myself!”
“Master Brand!”
“You want to capture me?”
Faced with Brand's command, Fang Zheng snorted coldly.
“How ridiculous, clearly that woman attacked first, yet you want to arrest me? Indeed, you're all in the same clique, it seems none of you in this family are decent!”
“Fang Zheng!”
Hearing this, everyone around turned ghastly pale, and Great Knight Shi Dong quickly tried to persuade him.
“Shut your mouth, that's Knight Commander Brand!”
“Oh, he's the Knight Commander? I thought he was the Creator God, deciding whatever he says goes. Does he really think he's a deity?”
Fang Zheng cracked a smile, slowly drawing his longsword.
“Today I'm going to kill this woman, and nobody can stop me, not even the Knight Commander… nobody can!”
Fang Zheng was driven mad with rage, this damn woman had only met him twice yet clung to him like a rabid dog. Attacking him was one thing, but daring to strike at Nymph? Previously, Fang Zheng might have considered secretly killing her, but now, after training in the World of Cicada's Song, he had seen through it all.
Strength is fought for, not spoken about! Hesitations are useless, might makes right!
More importantly, killing that woman would make me happy!
Oh my God, has this young man lost his mind?
Hearing this, everyone around was dumbfounded, even Carl and Shi Dong looked at each other in confusion. It was the first time they saw Fang Zheng in such a state where he would not recognize anyone, even his own relatives. Although they didn't know what exactly had happened before, it was now clear that Fang Zheng was intent on fighting to the death!
“Arrogance to the extreme!”
Brand's expression darkened at that moment. He had no good feelings toward Fang Zheng, and the pressure he emitted earlier was meant to make Fang Zheng back off. But Fang Zheng, disregarding everything, was still intent on killing Connie, which had infuriated Brand. Now seeing Fang Zheng disregard even him, an inner rage was ignited. He had been a Knight Commander for many years, yet this was the first time he had encountered such a fanatic!
“Prepare to die!”
Brand roared, then suddenly drew a longsword from his waist–its blade golden, radiating an endless sacred aura. This was the Holy Sword, the Blade of Justice, which had once fallen from Heaven into Hell!
“Whoosh!”
As Brand drew the Holy Sword, a beam of light fell from the sky onto Fang Zheng, pinning him fiercely to the ground. Fang Zheng, with both hands gripping the Sky-Cleaving Sword, coldly watched the approaching Brand. The clothes on his body began to tear and burn, the invisible heavy pressure mixed with flames descended from the sky, enveloping Fang Zheng within.
“This is the flame of justice… any evil will reveal its true form before it!”
Raising the Blade of Justice in his hand, Brand stared at Fang Zheng's figure.
“Be it Cultists or Templars… they are the same!”
“Heh heh…”
However, contrary to Brand's expectations, even though engulfed by the flames of justice, Fang Zheng showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he raised his head and coldly glared at the man before him.
“Your justice can't stop me… because… no one can stop Death!”
“Ding.”
As Fang Zheng's words fell, a sparkling Soulstone quietly emerged before him, its surroundings littered with shattered Enhancement Stones. At the same time, a system notification flashed before Fang Zheng's eyes.
[(Malthael) Awakening breakthrough, enhancement +3 completed]
“Not good!”
At this moment, Brand suddenly realized something was amiss because at the same time, he sensed an extremely powerful aura emanating from the young man opposite him, which immediately changed his expression. He then saw Brand suddenly raise his longsword, the pure white fire of justice instantly igniting, covering the entire blade. Then came Brand's furious roar as he violently swung his longsword forward!!
“Boom——–!”
Accompanied by an almost deafening roar, under the eyes of everyone, a pure white fire Giant Dragon roared out, its gaping maw transforming into a wild torrent rushing forward. In front of it, even Fang Zheng seemed as minuscule as a mouse. If the pure white fire Giant Dragon were to pounce down, it would be enough to turn Fang Zheng to ashes…
But the next moment, a wild gale burst forth.
A detached fog condensed into a wild and icy storm, colliding head-on with the dragon formed by the fire of justice. Under the buffeting of the icy gale, the pure white fire Giant Dragon slowly started to weaken, its flames began to extinguish, and its form also shrank. Accompanied by a mournful wail, the dragon of flames disappeared into the icy storm, utterly torn to shreds!
What was this power?
At this point, the surrounding spectators were frightened and bewildered; that was indeed Knight Commander Brand's full-force attack, yet it was blocked by the opponent?
No, not just blocked, it looked… incredibly effortless!
And this power…
“What is this power?”
Bishop Carl furrowed his brow, staring intently in Fang Zheng's direction. As a Vampire, he could sense that the chilling wind contained the icy Power of Death. However, this was different from the death energy used by the Undead, but a kind of even purer… power.
The smoke and dust dispersed.
“Hmm?”
It was only then that Brand noticed that the young man before him had changed; his previously burned and tattered clothes had vanished, replaced by a silver-black robe. He stood there quietly, coldly watching himself. What surprised Brand even more was the tall figure hovering behind Fang Zheng.
It wore a pitch-black robe and armor, holding two scythes. Under the hood, no one could see its face; all that was visible was darkness.
“Indeed, have you sold your soul to evil and darkness?”
Brand also felt that pure aura of death, and his expression became even more solemn. Clearly, he believed he had discovered the reason why this young man had attacked his daughter. Obviously, it was because his daughter had discovered the man's true identity, so he had struck her!
“Fang Zheng, you…”
Hearing Brand's words, not only did the surrounding Templars cast hostile looks toward Fang Zheng, but even Great Knight Shi Dong furrowed his brow, watching him. He didn't know what to say; he didn't think Fang Zheng was the type to betray the Holy Light and Order, but the eerie presence behind him and the cold death aura were undeniably real.
Could it be that he really…
But, as everyone pondered, they saw Fang Zheng curl his lips, laughing coldly.
“Evil and darkness? To think you are the Grand Knight Commander and yet fail to understand the essence of Order and Holy Light, I wonder how you even got to this position… Forget it, I'm not in the mood to lecture you. As the saying goes, seeing is believing and hearing is misleading, let me show you how foolish your thoughts are!”
“Hmph, nonsensical prattle!”
Brand had grown tired of arguing with Fang Zheng. In his view, this young man must have already struck a deal with some evil, dark entity, perhaps to destroy the Sanctuary. Such a dangerous person must not be spared!
Thinking this, Brand gripped the Blade of Justice more tightly.
“Comrades, evil stands before us, and we must not stand idle. Let us unite and eliminate this dark presence! By the Holy Light, we shall not retreat!”
“Yes, Commander!”
Upon hearing Brand speak, several Templars immediately rushed out from the crowd, coming before Brand, raising their blades as they eyed Fang Zheng. Meanwhile, the Bishops also raised their scepters, beginning to chant low sacred prayers.
And just then…
“Clang——–!”
The sound of a bell rang out.
Chapter end
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