The energies of holy light and shadow collided violently, erupting into a blinding light and a deafening roar in the cave!
The roars of knights, the howls of monsters, the shrieks of the split beings, the clang of clashing weapons, the muffled thuds of flesh being torn apart, the sizzling sound of holy light purifying shadows... all intertwine to form a cruel yet sacred war song!
A Holy Knight was rammed by a multi-armed behemoth that resembled a battering ram, crashing heavily against a rock wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
But the next moment, the power enhanced by the "blessing" within him erupted instantly, and the holy emblem on his chest burst forth with dazzling light. His injuries stopped bleeding and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
He roared and leaped up, his greatsword slashing down with a death wish, severing one of the giant monster's arms cleanly at the root!
Another knight was entangled by several split entities, and shadow energy, like venomous snakes, tried to burrow into the gaps in his armor.
But the holy light emanating from him suddenly intensified, like a miniature sun exploding! The split entity that had been binding him turned to ashes amidst a shrill scream!
With a backhand sweep, his holy light sword energy cleaved several monsters that pounced at him in half!
Pris was like a god of war! Every swing of his greatsword brought forth a storm of holy light, and wherever it passed, whether it was a split entity or a newly crawled experimental monster, it was reduced to ashes in the holy flames!
His goal was clear: he headed straight for the bishop on the high platform!
"Blasphemer! Accept the judgment of the Light Vein!"
Pris roared, and a condensed, tangible shockwave of holy light shot toward the platform like a spear!
"Hmph! Mere mortal!"
The bishop's withered face twisted into a ferocious expression, and the amethyst at the tip of his staff erupted with dense shadow energy, instantly forming a distorted, purplish-black shield!
Boom—!!!
Holy light and shadow collided violently! The platform shook violently, and rubble rained down! The shield fluctuated wildly, cracks appearing everywhere! The bishop grunted, taking a half-step back, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes—the opponent's power far exceeded his expectations!
"Not enough! Blood sacrifice! Activate!"
A glint of madness flashed in the bishop's eyes, and he slammed his staff toward the massive pool of blood below!
Glug glug... The blood pool began to boil violently! From the churning waves of blood, a colossal, terrifying creature, forcibly stitched together from countless limbs, bones, eyeballs, and tumors, slowly rose up!
It exudes a suffocating aura of evil and terrifying pressure; it is the "final test subject" mentioned in the previous intelligence!
The appearance of this monster caused the temperature in the entire cavern to plummet! Even the frenzied experimental monster instinctively felt fear, and its movements became sluggish!
Prince's pupils constricted sharply as he felt unprecedented pressure!
But the fire of faith in his heart burned even more fiercely! He raised his greatsword high, and the holy light within him, strengthened by Lind's "blessing," erupted without reservation!
He was completely enveloped in a dazzling golden-white light, like a god of light descending to earth!
"In the name of the Light Vein! Holy Judgment—!!!"
He let out the loudest and most devout battle cry of his life!
All the power, all the will, all the faith, were poured into this final strike!
A massive pillar of holy light, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens and earth, carrying the absolute will to purify everything, tore through the darkness of the cave and slammed into the newly risen, fleshy behemoth radiating endless evil!
Light and darkness, holiness and filth, clashed in the abyss! The entire underground space trembled violently at the impact!
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As Linde stepped down the last step leading into the depths of the palace, a pungent odor, a mixture of burnt, bloody, sulfurous, and some indescribable putrid smell, assaulted his senses and was almost suffocating.
The lingering heat of the holy light in the air intertwined with the cold embers of the annihilated shadow energy, creating an eerie atmosphere that stung the skin.
The embers of the battle have not yet completely cooled.
The underground space before us is less a laboratory and more a slaughterhouse that has just been subjected to divine punishment.
Priest and his Holy Knights stood silently amidst the devastation, their silver armor stained with dark purple grime and dried, deep brown bloodstains, like medals or marks of blasphemy.
The holy light still faintly flowed across their bodies, dispelling the last trace of stubborn chill, but each person's face bore an inescapable weariness and deep disgust.
Linde's gaze swept across the horrific battlefield:
The containers were broken; almost none of the huge glass jars were intact.
Sharp fragments, like menacing fangs, were scattered all over the ground. The viscous purple liquid soaked in "source matter" mixed with the limbs, broken arms, and internal organs of the experimental monster, forming slippery, fluorescent, and foul-smelling swamps on the ground.
The remains of some monsters were twisted to an extreme degree, with extra limbs, failed fusion heads, and exposed mutated bones, all of which demonstrated the madness and blasphemy of the experiment.
The Shadow Abyss Split, completely purified by the Holy Light, left only charred humanoid marks, like eerie murals imprinted on the rocky ground and walls.
Some of the more powerful splits left behind a substance resembling molten glass or coke, still emitting a faint, nauseating heat.
The massive black metal furnace in the center was severely deformed by the holy light, its surface covered with scorch marks and huge dents, and the thick conduits connected to it hung down like torn intestines.
The huge pool of blood below had stopped boiling, but the thick, black blood had congealed into a tar-like substance. Undigested bone fragments, hair, and unidentifiable organ tissues floated on the surface, emitting an extremely strong, sweet, and putrid stench.
Deep within the cave, the terrifying behemoth summoned by the bishop's blood sacrifice, stitched together from countless limbs, has now transformed into a massive, still slightly smoky, charred hill.
Its core was completely pierced and vaporized by Pris's earth-shattering "Holy Judgment," leaving only the outline of the charred, gnarled remains, resembling giant tree roots, silently telling the story of the ultimate tragedy of the battle.
The entire space was permeated with an aura of death and blasphemy, so thick it was almost impenetrable. Even the battle-hardened, steadfast Holy Punishment Knights found their breathing heavy, their eyes filled with an instinctive aversion to this defiled place.
When Priss saw Lind come down, he immediately stepped forward, placed his right hand on his chest in a salute, and said in a voice that was hoarse from the battle, but more so with the relief of completing the mission and the awe of the oracle: "Oracle! The defilement has been initially cleansed! I have not failed the divine grace!"
Lind nodded slightly, but his gaze passed over Priss and fell on an area deeper in the cave behind him, sealed off by a heavy metal gate—the source of the most concentrated and "purest" foul odor in his activated vision.
"Thank you for your hard work, Chief Judge Priest. The Lord of the Light Vein will remember the courage and loyalty of the Holy Knights."
Linde's voice carried the solemnity befitting an oracle, "Is the core source of corruption there?"
"Yes, Oracle!"
Pris stepped aside to make way, pointed at the gate, and his face showed deep disgust.
"After we broke it open... the level of filth stored inside far exceeded our imagination. Even bathed in your blessing, approaching it still felt like our souls were being eroded by a chilling malice, and even the holy light was dimmed."
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