The star-like eyes of Xingyue, suspended on the other side of the battlefield, narrowed instantly, a sharp light flashing and disappearing in an instant.
"Heh, so that's how it is? Old man, you really are something." She muttered to herself, her gaze sweeping over the majestic seraph in mid-air, a playful smile playing on her lips. "It seems that being too high in rank and having too pure power isn't necessarily a good thing... making one an easy target for being burned like firewood."
She did not intervene, and after the Seraph descended, she did not continue to attack Grom and his group.
Instead, he resembles a calm observer, showing a scrutinizing interest in the power displayed by the Seraph and the "blasphemy" it is currently experiencing.
In mid-air, the Seraph's face, composed of pure holy flames and devoid of any emotion, showed a noticeable fluctuation for the first time!
As an angel, she naturally felt no fear, but rather a boundless rage, originating from the deepest core of her divinity, against the ultimate blasphemy!
Her power was indeed limited by the summoner Ruby's rank, and she could not unleash her full potential.
But she represents the absolute authority of the Holy Light to judge "heretics"!
These vile creations dared to use her sacred fire for such a filthy fusion, even stealing the power of the holy flame and donning a twisted cloak of "pseudo-holy flame"?!
This is no longer a simple confrontation; it is the most thorough trampling and insult to the sacred law she represents!
"heresy!!!"
The seraph's clear shout resounded through the heavens, no longer the solemn indifference of the previous judgment, but filled with a chilling, bone-chilling rage that could freeze the soul!
These two words seemed to carry a tangible shockwave, causing the entire battlefield space to tremble!
Pure, blazing white holy flames suddenly surged around her, their brilliance instantly overshadowing all other light sources on the battlefield, illuminating the gloomy sky of the Lor Swamp as if it were daytime.
The enormous wings of light behind her suddenly stretched to their limit, and endless light and heat converged on her raised arm of holy flame.
This time, her goal was crystal clear and singular: the giant born from the fusion of blasphemy and cloaked in the skin of a pseudo-holy flame!
...
Deep in the Lor Marsh, an unnamed hill.
The night was as dark as ink, and the thick miasma was torn open by a beam of blazing white light that shot into the sky from several miles away, illuminating the battlefield as if it were daytime.
Even at such a distance, the blinding holy flames clearly outlined the silhouettes of a group of knights standing silently on the hill.
They were clad in uniform, heavy silver armor, and even their warhorses were covered in steel armor, exuding a chilling and menacing aura.
The armor was decorated with a sacred emblem.
Two crossed swords of judgment, burning with flames, silently proclaim their identity with a small Roman numeral "XIII" engraved below the hilt.
One of the sharpest weapons of the Holy Light Church, the Thirteenth Holy Knights.
The knights surrounded the person at the very front.
He was also clad in silver armor, with a head of silver hair flowing out from behind his helmet. His holy silver eyes were like frozen lakes, reflecting the raging holy flame storm on the distant battlefield.
Alfonso Lin.
He sat quietly atop his magnificent warhorse, his gaze piercing through the distance of space, firmly locking onto the faintly visible phantom of a six-winged seraph at the core of the light.
His fingers tapped lightly on the cold reins, as if calculating some invisible hourglass.
"...three, two, one."
Alfonso silently counted down to zero.
A glint of light flashed in his deep eyes, like a cold star suddenly shining from beneath a layer of ice.
"Time is up."
He didn't say anything extra, but simply raised his right arm and made a concise and powerful forward swing.
The action carried an unquestionable command and immense weight.
"drive!"
Without any command, the knights standing behind him seemed to be activated as a single entity.
The heavy hooves pounded the soft, swampy ground with a dull, muffled "thump-thump" sound.
They did not charge, but instead slowly walked down the hill with unhurried yet heavy steps, carrying the crushing weight of mountains, toward the center of the battlefield, which had been turned upside down by the power of gods and demons.
The silver armor, illuminated by the distant holy flames, shimmered with a cold metallic luster, like a silent silver torrent, beginning to move towards the center of the vortex.
...
On the battlefield, the arrival of the Seraph brought a brief period of absolute suppression.
However, the situation evolved in a way that far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Ruby's face was as pale as paper, and sweat soaked her temples.
She held Kyle's hand tightly, drawing upon his pure holy light to barely maintain the foundation of the Seraph's existence.
Even so, she can only serve as a devout "anchor" and "channel," providing the foundation for the Seraphim's projected power to descend.
This time, she did not use her own body as a medium to summon the Seraphim, so her control over the Seraphim's power was naturally far less than it had been at the Lake of Witch Dragons.
The gap between their ranks was like an insurmountable chasm; let alone giving orders, she couldn't even muster the slightest thought to influence the Seraph's will.
She could only watch helplessly as this great being acted according to his own absolute judgment of "heresy".
At this moment, the seraphim's wrath was almost enough to burn the heavens to ashes.
The holy flames she unleashed on several occasions were enough to purify any undead creature below the legendary level.
However, the three-meter-tall giant formed from the fusion of the gray-clad man's remains was engulfed in twisted and filthy dark red flames, which were the power stolen from her sacred fire!
The torrent of holy flames crashed into the giant, but was forcibly neutralized by the twisted "pseudo-holy flame" outer layer, emitting a piercing "sizzling" sound, like boiling oil being poured on snow. Although it could cause damage, it was far from enough to purify or erase it!
The giant let out a hoarse, chaotic roar, its enormous crimson compound eyes fixed on the holy figure in the air, filled with the pain of being twisted by magic and a mad hatred for the divine source.
Its thick arm swung, and its giant fist, wreathed in filthy flames, slammed down on the Seraphim.
Seeing that her remote purification power was being negated by the opponent's blasphemous nature, the Seraph made a decision without hesitation.
Buzz—!
The enormous battle sword in her hand, formed purely from holy flames, suddenly hummed, its radiance surging even more intensely and intensely than before!
She abandoned her long-range bombardment, and with a sudden flap of her six wings, like a falling white comet, she charged fiercely at the blasphemous giant with a resolute will to burn away all the filth in the world!
The sacred sword cleaved through the sky, carrying a trajectory that purified everything, and fiercely slashed at the giant's disgustingly large compound eye!
The real close-quarters combat has begun!
As an archangel under the Holy Light of Heaven, close combat is her forte!
The holy flame and the pseudo-holy flame clashed fiercely, each collision unleashing blinding flashes of light and turbulent energy flows.
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