"The gods have fallen."
Suddenly, a mournful cry, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the Vatican, making the entire space seem to tremble.
Amidst the exclamations, a second-rank cardinal in red robes flew rapidly from afar like a burning meteor.
He flew and shouted loudly, his voice filled with endless grief and despair.
The fanatic's eyes burned with fury, as if he wanted to incinerate the entire world.
When he saw the Seraphim Gabriel being killed by Chen Feng, his faith collapsed instantly, and he could not accept this cruel reality.
He recklessly abandoned his mission to block the enemy and charged towards Chen Feng like a mad beast.
His speed was as fast as lightning, and a violent gust of air rose up behind him, as if to tear everything apart.
He gripped a longsword that shone with a divine light, its blade flashing with a chilling gleam.
Each step he took left a deep footprint on the ground, revealing his inner resolve and anger.
The people around were stunned by this sudden turn of events. They looked at the fanatic in horror, not knowing how to react.
Some people tried to stop him, but his strength was too great, and he easily threw them aside.
The scene descended into chaos, with shouts and screams mingling together to create a breathtaking symphony.
"No, how could a god die?"
"The gods are dead, what will we do now?"
"The god was killed by the Great Xia people. Was he really a god?"
The Vatican was teeming with people, hundreds of thousands of believers gathered there. Some looked solemn, some were filled with fear, and some were sobbing softly.
Nearly half of the believers are just ordinary believers; they are either family members of fanatics or casual believers who work and live here.
At that moment, cries of grief spread like a tide through the crowd, as if to engulf the entire city.
Some believers clutched their rosary beads tightly, their lips trembling, silently praying for the departed gods.
Their eyes revealed endless sorrow and confusion, as if they had lost the pillar of their lives.
Other believers embraced each other, trying to find some comfort in each other's arms.
In a corner of the crowd, an old woman stared blankly at the sky, tears streaming down her wrinkled face.
Her lips moved incessantly, as if trying to say something.
A young woman next to her gently patted the old woman's shoulder to comfort her, but her own eyes were also glistening with tears.
On the other side of the street, several children stared in horror at what they were seeing, clutching their parents' clothes tightly, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
One of the little boys suddenly burst into tears, his cries sounding particularly jarring and heartbreaking amidst the noisy crowd.
The entire Vatican was immersed in an atmosphere of grief, with the voices of believers rising and falling.
Some questioned why a deity could perish, some lamented the fragility of life, and others worried about their future fate.
“Gabriel is dead, and the Feather God Cult shall be destroyed today.”
Chen Feng's eyes widened, he glared angrily, and let out a deafening shout.
His voice, like a booming bell, resounded throughout the Vatican, as if it could tear the heavens and the earth apart.
At the same time, the longsword in his hand shot out like lightning, carrying an unparalleled momentum.
The sword blade drew a dazzling light in the air, instantly piercing through the chest of the cardinal who had rushed to its side.
The cardinal's body trembled violently, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
His eyes were filled with despair and fear, as if he only realized at this moment what a powerful enemy he was facing.
Chen Feng's longsword did not stop there, but continued to advance until it completely disappeared into the Cardinal's body.
As the longsword pierced through, a powerful force surged from Chen Feng's body, instantly devouring the Cardinal's mental energy.
The cardinal's body gradually stiffened, and his life force completely dissipated at that moment.
Chen Feng slowly drew his longsword, which was stained with the cardinal's blood, making it particularly glaring.
He stood there quietly, and the air around him seemed to freeze.
His eyes revealed a coldness and determination, as if declaring to the world his power and inviolability.
"boom--"
With Gabriel's demise, the headquarters of the Feather God Cult collapsed amidst a cloud of smoke and dust. The smoke and dust, like a monstrous beast, seemed poised to devour everything.
The powerful figures of the Feather God Cult in the Vatican, who had originally exuded a strong aura, suddenly deflated like punctured balloons.
Their faces turned ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair.
The holy light that had once given them strength now flickered and went out like a candle in the wind. The disappearance of that holy light was like the removal of the pillar of their lives, making their bodies feel incredibly heavy.
Their cultivation level was forcibly raised by relying on the holy light of the Feather Clan.
Now that the holy light has been extinguished, their strength has been greatly diminished, like bodies stripped of their souls, becoming incredibly fragile. Some powerful individuals couldn't even stand, collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath.
Amidst these ruins, the powerful members of the Feather God Sect found themselves in an unprecedented predicament. They had once relied on the power of the Holy Light, reigning supreme and invincible. Now, however, they were forced to confront reality and the significant weakening of their own strength.
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