The surviving warriors in the city, witnessing this scene, were so terrified that they almost fainted.
"This is impossible! Who is he? How can he use the high-level techniques of the Warrior Sequence?!"
"Blood aura! That's external blood aura! A top-tier technique that only a War God-level can wield!"
Boom—
Under their horrified gazes, the fist wrapped in crimson blood aura slammed heavily onto the cathedral.
Crrrack—
The defensive barrier on the cathedral instantly caved in.
Inside the cathedral.
As the rumbling vibrations echoed, the high-ranking officials of the Holy Church who had fled inside turned pale.
They knew that, given the demon's overwhelming strength, even the cathedral might not hold for long.
It wasn't that the Holy Church's foundation was insufficient, but rather that the opponent was too powerful.
The only option left was...
The Pope gritted his teeth and abruptly turned around.
His gaze fell upon the tallest, most towering, yet hazy and majestic statue at the end of the temple.
They were followers of the God of Order, and at this critical moment of survival, only divine protection could save them.
"Hold the gate! No matter what happens, buy us time!"
The Pope, followed by several Cardinals, clenched their teeth and hurried toward the deepest part of the temple.
The Cardinals immediately understood the Pope's intent.
They followed closely.
Upon reaching the deepest part of the temple, they immediately began setting up a ritual and array before the statue.
Since the Great Divine War, the Order Church had not prayed for direct divine intervention for a long time.
And now, being pushed to this extent...
This was the greatest humiliation for the entire Church.
Boom—
A loud explosion.
The array atop the cathedral was shattered by immense force.
The towering dome collapsed instantly, and the cathedral doors, which had stood for thousands of years, were blasted open for the first time.
\"He's broken in!!!\" The crowd despaired.
A massive eye appeared before them, and the surging demonic aura made them tremble all over.
And in the next moment.
Lynn's body slowly returned to its normal size, reverting to his demonic form.
Tap—
Tap—
Step by step, he walked through the broken gate.
Into this cathedral representing holiness and order.
Facing him was a hastily constructed, trembling line of defense, their faces pale with fear.
“We must not let him break through!”
"Knights! Charge!!!"
They roared, knowing they had no retreat.
Not for faith, but because the overwhelming fear told them they had no way out.
Swish swish swish—
The knights charged with roars.
Lynn's expression remained indifferent. He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the cathedral and landing on the statue at its deepest part.
He strode forward, unconcerned.
These ants posed no threat to him.
The knights, red-eyed, charged at him, their sharp blades striking his body, only to be repelled by an invisible force.
No one could get within half a meter of him.
No one could slow him down even a fraction.
This was the absolute disparity in strength.
"How can he be so strong! Are we going to be annihilated here today?!"
Damn it! Damn it! We can't let him break in!
"Quick! Awaken the Sacred Armaments!!!"
The high-ranking knight roared.
In the central hall of the cathedral, the statues standing on both sides of the temple began to emit faint glows.
These were all statues of the most powerful demigods in the history of the Order Church, representing the Church's glorious past.
And at this moment.
The weapons in their hands began to tremble, layers of dirt falling off, revealing their sharp edges.
These were the weapons blessed with divine power during the lives of those demigods!
After their deaths, these weapons became the Church's final line of defense.
Each weapon carried the will of its former owner, infused with divine power surpassing that of demigods.
And as Lynn stepped into the temple.
Clang clang clang—
One after another, ethereal figures made of holy light appeared within the temple, blocking Lynn's path, holding sacred weapons.
“Intruders into the cathedral, no mercy will be shown!”
The ethereal figures spoke in unison, their voices devoid of emotion.
A vast will pressed down directly upon Lynn.
Lynn looked up and said, "A bunch of historical ghosts dare to block me?"
He continued forward without hesitation.
The ethereal figures, wielding sacred weapons, attacked instantly.
Lynn's claws slashed out.
In an instant, over a dozen ethereal figures exploded on the spot, their weapons shattering, divine power dissipating.
The remaining ethereal figures' attacks couldn't harm him in the slightest.
Boom—
Boom—
One after another, the statues shattered.
One after another, the ethereal figures were wiped out by Lynn.
No one could stop his advance.
No one could make him pause for even a second.
Clang— clang—
The shattered weapons turned into scrap metal, clattering to the ground.
"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The surviving knights watched in despair.
In this instant, they truly felt what it meant to be unstoppable.
They felt that in the face of absolute power, everything was an illusion.
"Get out of the way!"
As Lynn passed through the temple, a nearly demigod-level beast stood before him.
This was the Church's guardian beast, a divine tiger that had lived for a thousand years, tasked with protecting the statue.
But with just a cold shout from Lynn.
The tiger trembled violently, its body on the verge of exploding, forced to retreat and make way.
Lynn didn't spare it a glance.
He strode straight through.
In the next moment, Lynn stepped into the deepest part of the cathedral.
Into the sacred place where the God of Order was enshrined.
"He's coming! Hurry! Speed up the ritual!!!"
“As long as our god descends divine punishment, we still have a chance!”
The Cardinals' faces were pale, roaring in despair.
"Use our life energy to fill the final gap!" The Pope roared, pouring all his strength into the array beneath his feet in this last moment.
And in that instant.
The ritual array beneath them finally glowed, and the towering statue emitted a terrifying aura.
They had succeeded!
They knew that in this final moment, their summoning ritual had succeeded!
"Welcome our god's arrival!!!" They coughed up blood, roaring in excitement as they kowtowed heavily.
In an instant.
A vast aura of majesty spread from the deepest part of the temple.
An indescribable aura passed through the temple, locking onto Lynn.
Lynn suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the deep temple and landing on the statue radiating boundless majesty.
A feeling of being watched surged within him.
It was as if the statue had come to life, gazing down at him with a detached gaze, as if seeing through everything about him.
That was... the gaze of a god!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
