Dimensional Codex System I M Really Not A Cultist
/ Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist! Chapter 141
Chapter 141: Chapter 140 The Will of the Goddess!
“Swoosh!!”
As a Legendary Powerhouse, when Brand unleashed his sword, it was as if the sun itself blazed in the heavens, its scorching radiance enveloping the entire sky in an instant. In that moment, he seemed to merge with the world, his holy light covering everything in sight.
This was his Domain!
Feeling the power of Brand's sword, Fang Zheng's expression darkened slightly. He now understood what Shi Dong had been telling him about the strength of a legendary being. To be honest, Brand's sword attack seemed simple and not particularly flashy or filled with any special visual effects.
But the moment Brand struck, Fang Zheng felt an instinctive sensation, as if he were a condemned prisoner being led to the scaffold, awaiting the judge's verdict, followed by the dropping of the executioner's block. Then the executioner would raise his axe and sever his head with a single stroke!
That's right, when a Legendary Powerhouse makes a move, it's as though they pull their enemy into a world of their own. In Brand's world, it seemed “Judgment” was the theme, which is why it imparted such a feeling. No… in fact, it wasn't just a feeling.
“Clatter clatter clatter!!”
As Brand made his move, golden chains materialized out of thin air, rushing towards Fang Zheng and Malthael behind him as if omnipresent. Clearly, these chains were manifestations of Brand's Domain!
If it had been an ordinary Templar, they might truly have had no counter, but…
No one can stop Death!
“Clatter clatter clatter!!”
Instead of being bound, the golden chains simply passed through the bodies of Fang Zheng and Malthael as if they were merely illusory shadows that did not exist in reality.
“Hmph!!”
Watching the chains pass through his body, Malthael snorted coldly. His body suddenly trembled, and the next moment, thin mists emerged from beneath his pitch-black armor, spreading rapidly around him. Under the erosion of the mist, the originally golden chains began to shatter, and even the world cleansed by the Holy Light was instantly covered with a dark shadow. If earlier the world had resembled a majestic courtroom, now it looked more like a decrepit, death-filled graveyard!
“Pfft!!”
Feeling the oncoming Power of Death, even Brand turned white and was blown backwards, spewing blood as he collapsed to the ground.
“Father!!”
Watching the scene unfold before her, Connie's eyes widened in disbelief. Her father, unable to withstand even a single blow from the opponent, had fallen heavily wounded?!
Connie, of course, did not know that after the Soulstone was enhanced, a character's power would gradually increase. With Malthael currently possessing the dual powers of the Angel of Wisdom and the Angel of Death, his Awakening had granted him an abnormally invincible and overpowering cheat ability like the Life and Death Gap. Unless Brand could obtain the Power of Death, similar to Nephalem's in the Diablo universe, he would be incapable of inflicting even the slightest damage on Malthael!
Not to mention, Malthael's Power of Death was extremely oppressive to all life. Brand, formidable as he was, was still a mortal, not even a demigod. How could he possibly battle one of the Five Great Angels?
“I'll fight you with everything I've got!”
Staring down at her father lying on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, Connie glared at Fang Zheng with intense hatred. She couldn't clearly define her emotions at that moment. Why had things turned out this way? She had believed that if she could just help that Little Angel break free, then this damned jerk would definitely receive his due punishment. But what was happening now? Why did this occur? How could he possibly have the protection of an Angel?
Was she really mistaken?
“Ahhhhhhhh!!”
In that moment, Connie felt as though she was going insane; she had given up on thinking, screamed, and charged at Fang Zheng with her weapon raised. Angels, Holy Spirit Knights, Justice, Evil–she no longer wanted to think about any of it. All she desired was to fight, fight, fight!!
Don't think about anything, just go for it!
“Hmph!”
Watching Connie charge at him in a frenzy, Fang Zheng wore a grim expression and snorted coldly. Then, he raised his right hand and swung it forward. Accompanied by his movement, Malthael behind him stood up, and the translucent wings that seemed to form from the mist, flared forward with a mighty flap!
“Hoo——!!”
The storm of death erupted forward, accompanying Malthael's motion with a howling roar, and before this fiercely berserk death storm, Connie's lightning did not even stir a ripple, extinguishing silently like the flame of a small candle. Then, all of a sudden, Malthael reached out and swung his arm forward, and the Scythe of the Soul instantly responded, piercing into Connie's shoulder in the blink of an eye!
“Ahhhhhh!!”
The intense pain made Connie finally unable to hold back her screams. Her body began to shake wildly, her eyes starting to roll back. Subsequently, a phantom silhouetted figure gradually emerged from within Connie's body, as if being torn by the Scythe of the Soul, trying to pull it out of her body. Accompanying Malthael's actions, Connie's body also began to deform, her originally youthful face becoming gradually old and her fair and delicate skin starting to dry up like bark on a tree. Within just a few breaths, this young girl seemed to age and weaken as if she was withering away…
Immediately after that, Fang Zheng flung his arms, and in the next moment, a spectral soul shadow was yanked out of Connie's body by the Scythe of the Soul, as she desperately struggled to return to her body. But the next moment, that phantom soul shadow was engulfed by the rolling tides of death, disappearing under the pitch-black cloak.
“No!!”
Seeing this scene, Brand let out a roar and suddenly leaped up from the ground, raising the Blade of Justice in his hands and swinging it mightily at the Scythe of the Soul!
“Clang!!”
As a divine artifact, the power of the Blade of Justice was unquestionable. Under Brand's full-force strike, the Scythe of the Soul also rose in response, but Fang Zheng clearly would not let Brand get his way so easily. As Brand made his strike, Fang Zheng's hands began to condense the Power of Death, wrapping it around the Sky-Cleaving Sword.
Next, Fang Zheng's figure flashed sharply, appearing in front of Brand. Without hesitation, he raised the Sky-Cleaving Sword and thrust it forcefully into Brand's chest!
And facing Fang Zheng's attack, Brand bit down hard, not retreating but advancing to meet the attack head-on. He even abandoned defense, clenching both hands firmly around the Blade of Justice and raising it high to swing it down. He had decided that even if he were killed, he would drag this young man down to Hell with him!!
But what no one expected was just at this moment, suddenly, a beam of golden light burst forth out of nowhere!
“Boom!”
In the next instant, a golden barrier rose up like a wall from the ground, forcefully separating the two men. Facing this sudden turn of events, both Fang Zheng and Brand were taken aback, quickly raising their heads to look towards the source of the light beam. It was then that they saw that the statue of the Goddess of Order, previously positioned in front of the Sanctuary, was now emitting a dazzling and gentle radiance!
Was this… the Goddess manifesting?
Clenching the Sky-Cleaving Sword tightly in his hand, Fang Zheng's expression was dark. He had been prepared for it, but he did not expect the Goddess of Order to intervene at this moment… What did she mean by this?
“This is bad…”
Not only was Fang Zheng's expression dark, but so were Bishop Carl's and Shi Dong's as their expressions changed dramatically at the sight before them. The more they looked at it, the more it seemed like a replay of the Dark Fallen Moon of the past–when Antonio defied the Cardinal Council because he was aggrieved by the Goddess's protection and fell, it inaugurated the darkest and most chaotic years of the Sanctuary. And now… history couldn't be repeating itself, could it?
However, just as everyone was feeling anxious inside, suddenly, something unexpected happened.
“Boom!!!”
Before everyone's eyes, the statue of the Goddess with her right hand raised and clutching the Order Staff suddenly emitted a dazzling golden beam from its tip, shining down upon Brand. Then, what happened next was shocking.
Brand's Blade of Justice, which he had been gripping tightly, heeded the call of the light beam, escaping its master's grasp and slowly rising up before abruptly vanishing in a flash, as if attracted by the beam of light. After the Blade of Justice disappeared, the glow from the Goddess of Order's statue extinguished, and the barrier that had been blocking Fang Zheng and Brand also vanished without a trace.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into deathly silence.
“How could… How could this be…?”
Brand looked at his empty hands, feeling for a moment as if the sky had collapsed. As the second bearer of the Blade of Justice, he had made a contract with it. But just now, he could feel that his contract with the Blade of Justice had been completely severed! Not only that, Brand felt so weak, the once powerful force now also slipping away from him along with the Blade of Justice.
What did this mean?
Was this truly the will of the Goddess?
Chapter end
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