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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?”
