"The Enlightenment Ceremony is a done deal, and we can't stop it. Staying here is pointless; we'll only get dragged in and crushed!"

"The most urgent thing is to get him out of here! Before the Holy City is completely destroyed by that thing, save as many as you can, Enzo!"

"Understood!" Enzo roared, striding forward without hesitation.

He tucked the rune-forged hammer back into his waistband, his molten, bulging muscles bulging, yet his movements were surprisingly gentle for his size.

He carried Saint Sirius's charred, heavy, yet still upright body steadily onto his broad back, as if he were holding a rare treasure.

When Saint Sirius's charred skin touched Enzo's scorching armor, the tiny, blazing white core seemed to tremble slightly.

"Anna, keep watch ahead! Monica, lead the way and find the safest evacuation route! Mark, you're in charge of monitoring his condition and communicating with him as needed! Let's go!"

Ellen spoke rapidly, and with a wave of her Star Moon Staff, a thin layer of starlight quietly enveloped Enzo's back, forming a faint spatial buffer.

Minimize the impact of bumps on the fragile flame of Saint Sirius.

...

The outer city of the holy city of Jelamia was plunged into apocalyptic chaos.

The cries of believers mingled with the muffled thuds of collapsing buildings, as smoke and dust, carrying fragments of holy light, filled the air.

On the edge of this despairing clamor, several powerful auras that had been dormant for a long time finally tore through the facade of calm.

At the edge of the giant pit, deep in the shadows.

Behind the half-collapsed pedestal of the Holy Angel statue, the air twisted and rippled eerily.

A gaunt figure wrapped in a tattered dark green cloak gradually solidified.

His white hair was as white as snow, disheveled and loose, his exposed skin was covered with wrinkles like tree bark, and his deep-set eyes burned with a venomous and greedy light.

Withered, branch-like fingers gripped a twisted wooden staff wreathed in a decaying green light.

It was none other than the Elven Elder Augurant, who escaped from the Elven Royal Court at a terrible cost!

His cloudy old eyes, like poisoned hooks, were fixed on the charred but still upright figure on Enzo's back amidst the chaotic crowd—the "remains" of Saint Sirius, and the Mark squad protecting him.

Especially Mark!

The culprit who summoned the demon god in the Elven court, shattered his Elder Council's rule, and forced him to flee like a stray dog!

A surge of hatred from the depths of his soul almost overwhelmed his reason.

Augurant's fingers cracked from the excessive force, and the decaying green light at the tip of the staff flickered violently.

'Now! Take advantage of the chaos...kill them! Wash away the shame!'

However, the overwhelming phantoms of demons in the Abyss Demon Realm were so terrifying that even the higher-ranking demons dared not respond to the seven-colored black light of the Enlightenment Society...

These horrific images instantly extinguished his boiling murderous intent like a cold tide.

He let out a hoarse, resentful gasp, like a broken bellows, and forcibly suppressed the urge to attack.

'No… the Abyss… that kid can still summon the Abyss! Making a move now is too risky! It's not worth wasting my hard-won life force on him!'

His gaze, filled with both apprehension and greed, struggled to leave Mark's team.

It was suddenly hurled at the enormous energy cocoon that floated ten thousand meters in the air at the center of the giant crater, like the eye of the apocalypse!

Five-colored divine light and abyssal demonic energy violently intertwined and collided within, emitting a terrifying pressure that made the space itself tremble. A chaotic and distorted portal was slowly taking shape at its core.

'The Heart of God! The Five Hearts of God are gathered!' Augurant's heart pounded wildly with extreme greed.

As an old man who had barely survived, he couldn't understand why the Church of Holy Light had abandoned the Holy City and why they hadn't directly seized the Heart of Divinity.

Perhaps that old fox Omadril thinks their man-made "earthly kingdom" in the Misty Forest can truly compare to the divine heart bestowed by the gods!

Hmph! How naive!

You should know that every divine heart is a remnant left behind by the main god after he traveled on the Holy Dragon Continent!

And that "Heart of the Stars" fell directly from the heavenly realm hundreds of years ago!

How can a mere man-made earthly kingdom compare to these things!

If the Holy Dragon Continent hadn't lost its communication channels with the Heavenly Kingdom, Augurant would have already advanced to mythology with the help of the Elf Heart!

And now, this unclaimed divine object is right before our eyes!

Moreover, the Enlightenment Society has actually gathered all five divine hearts and seems to be activating them at the same time!

...

"boom--!"

"Thump—!"

"Sizzle—!"

Three distinct yet equally earth-shattering pressures, like an ancient dragon awakening from its slumber, suddenly erupted from three other directions at the edge of the giant pit!

In the northeast corner, space was forcibly torn apart by the overwhelming power of the dragon!

Two figures emerged from the void.

On the left is a man with a burly figure like an iron tower. Dark golden scales cover his exposed, knotted muscles. He has a pair of ferocious spiral dragon horns on his forehead, and his eyes are like molten golden balls, radiating a heat that burns everything and supreme majesty.

Tolgalon, the Lava Dragon King.

The person on the right is relatively tall and slender, wearing deep blue scale armor that shimmers with starlight. His face is as cold and stern as ice that has stood for millennia, and his silver-white vertical pupils seem to contain an extreme cold that freezes the soul.

Frost Dragon King, Aislandall.

The auras of the two dragon avatars were clearly epic-level!

Their icy dragon eyes were fixed on the energy cocoon high in the sky, their yearning for the divine origin deep within their bloodline almost bursting forth.

In the southwest, the earth cracked under heavy trampling!

A giant, nearly three meters tall, with rock-gray skin, roared and leaped out.

He was shirtless, his muscles bulging like granite carvings, his fangs protruding, and he held a giant totem pole wreathed in scarlet blood and earthy yellow light.

Dobermann Gorehowl, the High Shaman of the Orcish Empire.

Beside him stood a tall, thin figure shrouded in swirling shadows, holding a white bone staff, with eerie green soul flames flickering in his eye sockets, and an intense aura of death and decay emanating from him.

Mokar, the orc ancestral spirit priest.

The two epic-level orc powerhouses also greedily locked their gazes on the five divine hearts, especially the pulsating dark red orb, the Bloodvine Heart!

From the shadows on the north side, Augurant's figure was fully revealed under the shockwave of the epic aura.

His gaunt body stood upright, radiating an aura of power belonging to an elven epic elder, a mixture of natural vitality and the eerie power of secret arts.

The decaying wooden staff in his hand emitted a green glow, forming a subtle triangular confrontation with the other two parties.

Five epic-level powerhouses!

They belong to three major factions: elves, dragons, and orcs!

The air froze.

Time seemed to thicken under the clash of terrifying auras emanating from the five epic beings.

The turbulent spatial currents at the bottom of the giant pit emitted a sharp hiss, as if the chaos and wailing of the outer city were isolated in another world.

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