Chapter 234
All the metal panels in the underground space were lifted up and surged towards the guardian from all directions, crashing headlong into the invisible wall.
Lady landed on Deedley's wall, twisted her body, and swung her black-keyed hammer with a whooshing sound.
"What exactly is this thing?"
All he got in return was a furious curse. The black keys that had been pieced together to form a hammer were shattered, and countless steel plates, despite their mountain-piercing force, had no effect whatsoever.
She carried a total of 520 black keys, each rectangular in shape, 4 centimeters high and wide and 10 centimeters long. She could instantly assemble them into any weapon using her abilities.
However, these impacts, which theoretically amount to several tons, had no effect whatsoever.
Sensing the danger, she leaped backward to the top and retrieved a rectangular white key from her waist. It shaped like clay, with black keys on it, instantly becoming a futuristic weapon in her hand.
The black key, used as a bullet, was accelerated to several times the speed of sound in the gun, and fired at a distance almost touching the face.
Only a crisp "ding" sound was heard; the air pressure generated by the attack at this speed created a miniature whirlwind in this small space.
It was the black key that shattered; the thing stopped abruptly in front of me.
"Don't bother trying to attack me. You have no chance of hurting me." The Guardian looked at Lady, who had fallen to the ground. The air began to distort, and a wall like this appeared again in front of Lady.
The air became scorching hot, and the entire wall began to crumble.
Since we can't break through this wall, let's burn it to a crisp with the scorching flames.
"Hey! Sheep! Calm down!" Wuming shouted, then pounced on Karl, and the two of them vanished from the spot in an instant.
Lady also rushed out of the room. In this underground space, they did not have the ability to withstand the extreme heat like the Guardians and Deedri.
Dedeline unleashed her full power as a demon king through flames, raising the temperature of the entire underground space to a terrifying level.
This is the calcining furnace, and everything inside is burnt material.
"Didn't you come to save this child?" This was the only sentence Dedeline heard after she rushed in with her knife.
Her pupils constricted sharply, then she instinctively jerked back, the knife in her hand plunging into the ground.
In the very center, the Guardian stands beside a glass jar, flames enveloping his entire body within a barrier in which they stand.
The only undamaged glass tube contained Lori, a perfectly healthy baby, floating inside the jar in a long white dress.
It's impossible to tell that this is a seed capable of destroying the world; one just feels that this is a pitiful child.
Everything around her was burning; all that could be seen were charred objects. Sheep bones formed armor over her entire body, and within that demonic visor, Deedris gazed at the seemingly frail old woman.
The only person in the Church to date who was granted abilities even as a non-high priest.
As a saint, his lifespan was so limited. He had already done his utmost to live to this day.
His ability is very simple: it is a barrier formed by his will to protect.
As long as he firmly believes that he can protect something, no attack, no matter what kind, can cause the slightest damage to his barrier.
In reality, this was just a very thin layer of holy magic. As a missionary, he didn't possess much holy magic, so he naturally had to use it sparingly.
Therefore, the barrier can only be as thin as possible, but no matter how thin it is, it is an invincible barrier, and no matter what kind of attack it is, it will not have any effect.
It's infuriating, extremely infuriating.
As Deedri thought this, black flames rose from her body.
The once bright and dazzling space was filled with such black flames, turning it pitch black instantly, as if even light and darkness had been burned away.
This is hell, where stones are burned into black rocks, and black lava flows out.
However, it did not fill the space at all; instead, black armor condensed on Deedri's body.
She transformed into a hideous monster—a jet-black dragon.
The underground dome was burned through, and a black dragon emerged from the darkness, spreading its wings.
“I remember she was a dragon slayer,” Wuming said softly. He was being carried on Karl’s back and couldn’t do anything but complain.
"So all dragon slayers have turned into dragons?" Lady hesitated for a moment before saying this joke she'd heard somewhere, looking at the guy who had also come out of there.
The guardian pulled a jar and slowly walked up the underground path, seemingly having no intention of paying any attention to the black dragon.
The black dragon spewed forth flames, but they couldn't harm him in the slightest. They couldn't even attract enough attention.
Countless golden chains surged from all directions, and clergymen, appearing from nowhere, stood atop the church, watching the furious, wildly dancing dragon.
The plan has been completely messed up; they are now fighting in the enemy's home territory, and the original intention was to achieve a quick victory.
But things have escalated to a point where a quick resolution is impossible. All the clergy here have appeared.
In the end, she's just a demon king. As for dealing with a demon king, three to five high-ranking priests can do the job.
Therefore, the Guardian doesn't need to continue entangled with this guy, as there are far more than five high-ranking priests here now.
"Do you still want to fight us?" The Guardian walked outside and stared blankly at Lady standing in front of him.
But after only a moment of hesitation, he placed the jar aside; the girl inside still appeared to be asleep.
Because this guy is currently wreaking havoc, but she's sleeping soundly.
Lady didn't say much, she just stood in front of him holding a scythe.
This place is not an advantage for me at all. There are priests everywhere, and I only have one teammate who is not very reliable.
"Now that we're all here, will you let us leave?" Lady smiled helplessly, looking at the Guardian standing there, her expression still resolute.
I never expected to survive.
"Why not?" The Guardian smiled, then sighed helplessly, tapping the ground with his cane.
The church, which was in the process of collapsing, instantly calmed down. He looked calmly at the girl who stood against him.
It looked exactly like an old man watching a disobedient child.
Lady looked at him and smiled helplessly.
Do you know what you're saying?
“Funny fighting is pointless. If you can give up, we won’t take your lives.” The Guardian pulled the jar away, no longer wanting to deal with Lady. “If you really want the Demon God’s Seal, go and persuade the other Saints. As long as three Saints believe she is safe, I won’t mind keeping her. Rules are rules.”
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This was the first time Ghost Lord had ever witnessed a benevolent person fight, so mad and reckless.
He finally understood what she meant by throwing the clothes at him; in a fight like this, wearing anything would indeed be disgraceful.
Fortunately, she had been enveloping her entire body in holy magic and magical power, so she did not appear seductive.
If you could instantly and completely heal your wounds, how would you fight?
Every punch she throws is at her limit; the recoil would shatter her arm. Bones and muscles would break.
Every movement she made shattered her bones, with her legs below the knees breaking completely.
Each divine spell and incantation uses up all of his holy power, and the magic seals he uses are calculated to account for the most severe consequences.
It doesn't matter; she can fix herself in an instant. There's no need for self-love.
She herself only feels pain because of this kind of thing, but to be honest, she has caused so much pain to countless people. This is the last thing to care about.
A huge crater appeared on the ground, and the surrounding environment was changing every moment.
Ghost Duke hid on the ground, clutching only the clothes of the Benevolent One.
He wasn't a pervert; although it did have a faint fragrance, the reason he hugged it tightly was simply because the benevolent one had told him to keep it safe.
I'm finally being needed, so at least I can accomplish something like this.
Fortunately, the two gods are fighting each other and keeping their true intentions hidden, so this road is still relatively safe.
It has simply transformed from a pastoral path into a broken bridge on a cliff, resembling a shattered continent.
The combat power system has collapsed completely.
Ghost Lord thought to himself, perhaps the guy who created the power system for this world just wanted to let loose. That's why everything here has gone a bit too far.
The world fell silent. He touched his cheek and looked up at them helplessly.
My ears can no longer withstand the strain; my eardrums are damaged.
But the noise still made him feel so much pain that he wanted to roll on the ground.
However, it's not like I haven't endured such pain before; I'll just have to bear it.
He stood up, holding her clothes, and looked up at everything around him.
He saw mountains crumble and the earth shatter.
He saw the temple built and the angels' judgment.
I saw chains and blood again, and I also saw prisons and holy books.
It was as if heaven had opened up, or as if hell had opened its gates.
Ghosts began to parade, and angels began to run.
It is a scene of creation, a scene of twilight.
It is a scene of Satan awakening from hell after a thousand years, and also a scene of the sun god stealing the sacred fire.
It was completely silent; you couldn't hear anything here. It was absolutely quiet; there was no sound at all.
He was somewhat disappointed because he could neither hear the angels singing hymns nor the demons wailing in agony.
He felt a mix of relief and disappointment, joy and sorrow.
It felt as if I were personally present in the Book of Revelation, where Jehovah led the angels in battle against Satan and other demons.
He slowly knelt on the ground and closed his eyes.
He was completely isolated from the world, silently feeling his body collapsing in pain.
He had already reached his limit by simply watching; for him, he felt he had met all the requirements to come to another world.
So lucky, so unlucky.
He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, completely bewildered, overwhelmed by a mixture of sadness and joy.
"Is that guy doing something stupid again?" Benevolent sighed helplessly during a break. That guy called Ghost Duke really did seem a bit silly.
"Want to continue fighting?" The Arbitrator landed some distance away, holding nothing in his hands.
That's because the spear has become a conceptual thing; it can take any shape as long as he gives the command.
For example, a church that appears in front of you in an instant.
It's the same church that trapped the little spider back then, but now it's trapping the benevolent one with the same power.
The benevolent one stood up straight and sighed softly.
"I've had no idea what you've been thinking for a long time."
She opened her arms, each holding a strangely shaped holy sword.
Her entire body recovered from the collapse.
With all the magic seals activated together, abilities were rendered useless. Or rather, against an opponent of this caliber, useless abilities were utterly ineffective.
It's fine to just convert it directly into the holy power we already have.
The adjudicator frowned, looking at the benevolent one standing there.
For a moment, he felt as if he saw Benny's shadow.
Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever seen a benevolent person fight. But looking at him now, the way he's standing there with the holy sword in his hands makes it seem like it's Benny standing there.
Come to think of it, the Immortal once said that a long time ago, the Benevolent and Benny had similar personalities. But that was a very, very long time ago; this guy was supposed to be a psychopath.
Especially when they saw the demonic marks all over their bodies, the idea that this guy was a bad person and a pervert became even stronger.
I thought this guy would be even more ruthless, but I never expected to see this unconventional senior in such an unexpected state.
She stood ramrod straight, her holy power coalescing into a nun's habit that almost clung to her body.
She didn't look lewd at all. Even though her whole body was covered in such disgusting demonic marks, she stood there and didn't make anyone think that she was a monster.
They look ferocious and terrifying, yet holy as if they were angels reincarnated.
She flipped the holy sword in her hand, and in an instant, the greatsword was already close to the Arbiter's neck.
He was indeed blocked by something strange, and then his wrist was flipped and he was kneed.
The adjudicator blocked again, sending her flying, and the two were separated once more.
The Benevolent One was a bit tired. After all, she wasn't a combat type, and her limit was that she could fight the Arbitrator to a draw.
The arbiter can command himself not to tire, not to die, and not to be injured before victory.
You could say his abilities are omnipotent. It's just that, relatively speaking, his ranking is slightly lower than the others.
In reality, internal strife will not yield any results; no one will kill anyone else.
"Have you ever thought about me before?" the Arbitrator said softly, looking at the Benevolent One. "I thought you were the kind of person who never considered these things."
“You are my junior, and as your senior, I am worried that you will go astray.” As she said this, the two swords clashed together, and an enormous amount of holy power burst forth from the sword tips, the huge airflow even knocking the dome of the church away.
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