Chapter 841: Chapter 841

The dazzling golden radiance and the diffused thunder reflected upon the dim sky, continually pressing downward.

"This must be, angelic tier strength,"

Kicking away the Eternal Secret Teachings priest who was attacking him to one side, Gast looked up at the golden giant city shrouded in golden thunder, which kept pressing down.

"This must also be one of the tricks of the Eternal Secret Teachings."

Holding a black dagger in her hand, Lena watched the dense crowd of White Robe Priests in front of her, "Is this what they call the advent of their Eternal Divine Nation?"

The brilliant golden glory radiated from the pendants of these priests, covering their bodies.

These priests stood on top of one another in layers, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at Lena and the others, the restless and fanatical aura spreading beneath the snowstorm, making them more like crazed fanatical beasts than humans.

Ever since the golden giant city in the sky began descending, these priests, who were still somewhat sane, had started to attack them with a reckless abandonment as if they lost their minds.

"Their method of Divine Descent is really lacking in aesthetics,"

Gast spat out, shifting his gaze away from the ever-closer golden giant city. A terrifying and oppressive feeling had already spread with the snowstorm, "Is the sky really going to collapse?"

After witnessing the majesty of the golden thunder, everyone was acutely aware that if the reflected golden giant city were to descend, the entire Wint City would be annihilated.

Even B-level individuals would not survive under this terrifying power.

The golden-haired girl standing between the two lifted her damaged but still functional laser gun, glancing at the ’crazed’ priests around her, subconsciously touching the mask hidden inside her chest.

She raised her head to look at the reflection in the sky.

It was unclear if it was an illusion, but amid the expanse of golden thunder covering the sky, she seemed to see two illusory figures fighting within the reflected golden city.

However, before she had time to contemplate whether she was mistaken, she saw a red-glowing gigantic figure that blotted out the sky, punching through the golden thunder, arriving at the midpoint between reflection and reality.

At that moment, others had also noticed this, and cries of astonishment came from down the streets.

But before people could react, that red figure’s punch smashed into the dark void.

The terrifying force of the punch seemed to pass through the boundary between illusion and reality, striking the curtain of snow in the night.

In that instant, every snowflake falling in the city’s sky trembled, turning into cold droplets in an instant.

And the red figure stretched out a hand, violently pulling to both sides as if tearing through some invisible barrier beneath the night sky.

Immediately afterward, the inverted reflection of the golden city flickered for a moment, as if it had been damaged, and its previously clear state began to blur.

At the same time, an even more vast expanse of illusory reflections spread out along the periphery of the golden city.

These appeared to be undulating waves and a sky flickering with thunder.

The reflections were much more vague and illusory than the golden city, and Vili could only barely discern their specific appearances.

Next to her, Lena’s eyes widened slightly, her mouth agape, as she used her dagger to pierce the neck of a priest who had attempted a sneak attack, "The Storm Sea?"

Vili did not respond to Lena’s questions.

Almost the instant that illusionary phantom appeared, the scarlet figure raised a hand toward the sky veiled in lightning and caught the bolts of electricity from above.

The towering figure stood between heaven and sea, its dazzling radiance seemed to pierce through the boundary between illusion and reality, lighting up the city under the night sky as if it were day.

Cold rainwater rose and fell with the storm over the ocean.

The titan stood in the sky, night draped over him like a cloak, brilliance held within his grasp, wild winds playing his war song, and thunder lightning his ritual dance.

Like a War God returned from history, fearless, shattering all that stood before him.

Then, the divine being raised his hand and hurled that brilliant, thunderous light that had illuminated the entire night sky.

The light, like a Divine Punishment, descended upon the golden reflection of the city, the powerful radiance instantly covering the vast golden city and the extensive ocean, also shrouding everyone’s ’field of view.’

It was a sound that seemed both faint and yet intensely explosive.

As the sound erupted, within that splendid radiance, the reflection of the golden city shattered into countless scintillating fragments, dispersing in the pitch-black storm.

The golden light on every White Robe Priest’s body shattered completely.

Amid these scattering fragments of golden light, Lena looked up, watching the dissipating brightness in the sky, still not recovered from her astonishment at the thunderous spectacle, "What was that just now..."

"Perhaps, that was ’K,’" the blonde girl murmured, hands pressed against her chest.

Lena looked up at the sky blankly, softly repeating the word.

Vili took a deep breath, turned her head, looked at the redhead, and gently curved her lips, "The sky won’t fall."

Her gaze shifted to what lay behind her, seemingly piercing through the layers of buildings to see the sea where thunder and storm converged.

At this moment above the Storm Sea, with the breaking of the invisible barrier, the strength pouring into the White Robe Phantom within He Ao’s Spiritual Vision was rapidly diminishing.

Clearly, his previous guess was correct; the White Robe Phantom’s extra strength came from the real Wint City, likely originating from some sort of ritual or possibly a form of faith.

During the process of the Eternal Divine Nation’s ’Advent’ onto Wint City, these powers would be ’absorbed,’ becoming the support for its battle strength.

The invisible shield that enveloped the entire golden city was not only the city’s Shield but also an ’important medium’ for the Descending Ceremony of the Eternal Divine Nation.

Shattering this barrier, while breaking the Shield, also interrupted the ritual process.

He Ao did not have any information about this arrangement in the data he had collected before, so he could only rely on his own conjectures and improvised responses to sabotage the ’Ceremony.’

Winds over Storm Sea whipped up the dim seas, lashing at the edges of the golden city, while drops of rain tapped incessantly against the towering buildings.

At this moment, this golden city had lost its defense, completely exposed to the wild sea.

And the White Robe Phantom standing in the golden city was now exposed under the thunder filling the skies,

In the sky, the red giant again raised his right hand, and the brilliant radiance once more gathered in his palm.

Although He Ao had disrupted the "replenishment" of the White Robe Phantom’s power, the ability to continuously sever the strength within He Ao’s body was still in effect, and the power he "borrowed" from the War God was also nearly depleted. Time wasn’t on his side.

On the other hand, watching the thunderbolt flicker in He Ao’s hand, the White Robe Phantom seemed to realize something and raised his colorful shield high.

This shield rapidly expanded in the blink of an eye, forming a barrier that covered his figure.

The dazzling Thunder Spear struck the shield, like a sharp lance piercing into soft water.

The colorful "ripples" undulated incessantly, with the brilliance of the thunder covering the entire shield, but it did not shatter the barrier instantly.

He Ao could feel the thunder’s strength progressively thinning the shield, but at an incredibly slow pace.

The White Robe Phantom inside the shield lifted his head, the geometric shapes on his face flipping as if to mock him.

He Ao took a deep breath, his body slowly sinking, the body formed of red radiance landing at the edge of the city, half-submerged in the water. Then he grasped the edge of the city with both hands.

"What are you going to do?"

The clear, distant voice echoed through the golden city. The White Robe Phantom under the shield turned toward He Ao’s direction, the geometric shapes on his face swiftly flipping.

He seemed to realize something and directly used the shield to force his way through the thunder, rushing towards He Ao at the cost of excessive depletion.

But at that moment, He Ao was not looking at him but clenching the edge of the golden city tightly, the dazzling red brilliance surged out from his body like roaring flames once more.

Accompanied by a violent roar echoing between the sky and the ocean, a howling wind gushed out behind the red giant.

Mountainous waves emerged behind the red giant, with the endless storm stirring the brilliant light.

These waves, piling upon each other, grew higher and higher, until they pushed forth a magnificent tidal mountain a kilometer high, appearing to connect with the sky.

In front of this magnificent wave, even towering giants seemed as minuscule as dust.

The undulating wave supporting the body of the red giant, with the red giant dragging the edge of the golden city.

Flames ablaze, dragging the majestic golden city, tilting it upward with the entire city.

The White Robe Phantom who was rushing over had not yet reacted before he felt the city beneath his feet suddenly begin to tilt.

By now, he finally understood what He Ao intended to do, and without hesitation, he changed course and flew backward.

But it was already too late. The golden city, dozens of kilometers in diameter, tilted rapidly under the support of the red giant and the storm before flipping over.

The giant city cut through the sky, disturbing the dense clouds and the flickering thunder, with a wind howl more intense than the storm itself, smashing downward.

He had not yet evaded when the already-overturned golden city, vast like a mountain, crushed down on him, knocking him deep into the ocean.

The city’s edge hit the ocean surface, raising waves hundreds of meters high.

And at this moment, the underside of the golden city was also revealed in front of He Ao.

Massive tentacles, dense and interwoven like a plant’s root system, piled up to form a low mountain peak.

The wet sea water continuously rolled down these tentacles, while golden pendants, like stars in the night sky, were entwined at the tops of these branches.

He Ao had no time to "appreciate" this "fruitful" scene. He directly summoned thunder transformed into spears and forcibly cleared the silent tentacles, piercing vertically through this ’golden citadel’ and bursting out from the ground already buried under the sea.

Below him in the sea was the white robe phantom, whose colorful shield had shattered, and the pitch-black seawater was filling his illusory body.

Having been fanned with a whole city, he was clearly in a brief dazed state, temporarily unable to act.

A nearby massive octopus sea monster cautiously approached the white robe phantom, but before it could touch the phantom, its entire body split apart from the middle, twisting into a crazed split-head monster.

This creature, seeing He Ao emerge from the ground, charged at him, only to be casually crushed by He Ao.

By then, He Ao had also swum up to the white robe phantom.

Within his spiritual vision field of view, the countless patterns constructing the white robe phantom appeared in his mind.

He was running out of time.

At this moment, the white robe phantom came to, raising his hand in front, preparing to form a new shield.

Then, He Ao abruptly raised his Thunder Spear, crossed his hands with force, and pried open his not-yet-formed shield, thrusting the spear toward his chest.

The white robe phantom’s geometric cheeks quickly flipped around, and his roaring voice echoed in He Ao’s mind.

However, the spear didn’t stop. The gleaming Thunder Spear brushed aside the overlapping twisted patterns and pierced the deepest part of the white robe phantom’s body, the metamorphosed core.

A dazzling radiance erupted in the deep sea in an instant, instantly evaporating the surrounding sea water, forming a huge spherical cavity.

The roaring explosion created a giant wave, and He Ao, dragging his spear, retreated with the force of the explosion, surging out of the water.

The gigantic white robe phantom was flung from the water like a hooked fish, landing on the ’backside’ of the golden city, or rather, the Eternal Divine Nation, turned upside down.

In the blink of an eye across the sky, the red giant’s body disintegrated, tossing out the small boy within, who landed next to the fleshly tentacles covered in golden pendants, beside the wrecked boats.

"Do you think everything ends with my death?"

The massive white robe phantom struck by the Thunder Spear crumbled on the ground, reverting back into the white-haired elderly priest.

He had a hole in his chest by now, and his energy circuits were completely shattered. Orange-yellow blood covered his robe as he struggled to his feet, facing the young man lying bloodied on the ground, "Using irregular methods for promotion, you’ve taken on a strength you can’t bear. You’re about to die."

He took a step forward but immediately lost his balance, tumbling to the ground. Then, with difficulty, he moved his body to sit, looking at the large tentacles around him and opened his mouth slightly,

"Do you think you’re the only one who wanted the Eternal Divine Nation? There’s also the high and mighty Eternal Light!"

His gaze landed on the red scarf brooch on He Ao’s chest,

"It’s because I, the creator of the Divine Nation, found a way to suppress the birth of the Eternal Divine Nation’s self-consciousness, preventing It from directly controlling the Eternal Divine Nation. So while He placated me, He also sent Bright to eliminate me. Now that I’m dead, with no one to suppress it, the Eternal Divine Nation will return wholly to His hands."

Thunder from the Storm Sea streaked the sky, and the elderly looked up at the pendants flickering with faint light—as if responding to his words—those tentacles, once still as roots, slowly began to wriggle,

"The Eternal Divine Nation is the true Angel; you can’t imagine its power. The Eternal Light will likely Descend offspring or send a Projection to complete full control. Child, you’ve unleashed an even more terrifying monster."

Majestic radiance passed through the skies, as if a vast and magnificent will was projecting from unfathomable heights, descending in this storm.

The young man, covered in blood, stood up with a calm expression, stumbling to his feet.