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!

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!

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”