The Night Lord quietly watched as his opponent died. Countless tiny golden patterns flowed and appeared on his armor.
The ancient and mysterious symbols and tactics that once belonged to the Shadow Dragon King's bloodline were perfectly combined in this form.
This was the strongest form that came from the combination of the Shadow Dragon King and countless Saint power.
"It's useless."
He calmly let go of the Daybreak Divine Sword in his hand. The sword turned into countless golden particles, circled around him, and suddenly shot into his forehead, turning into a golden pattern that looked like a dragon's eye.
"The Daybreak Divine Sword has cut off all your understanding of the realm. Now, you are just an ordinary old man. "
He no longer looked at the Sage King. He flew straight towards the frontline in the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The Sage King could not even make a sound now.
He reached out his half-melted right hand in despair, trembling as he tried to cry for help.
But the power of time made him unable to hold on any longer.
He should have died a long time ago, and it was his understanding and mastery of power that allowed him to live until now.
At this moment, having lost all his power and realm, his body could no longer hold on, and instantly disintegrated.
Soon, his body completely melted and weathered away, disappearing into the ground, leaving only a few remains of his clothes and a black pendant.
* Clap. *
A fair and slender hand gently picked up the pendant.
Kasumi looked towards the direction where the Night Lord had left.
"You have already gone that far?" She looked a little disappointed as she looked down at the pendant.
"This should be the condensation of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny." The Steel Lord said from behind.
Kasumi shook her head.
"Since the Night Lord left it for us, then we will deal with it ourselves."
"Such an evil thing, let it return to the world."
She squeezed it lightly, and the pendant broke into pieces.
Within the shattered pendant, there seemed to be countless unfamiliar powers, some strong and some weak, suddenly dispersed and scattered in all directions.
Kasumi could sense that these powers were the power of the Paragon of Destiny and the Sacred Vessel of Destiny. They must have returned to their original positions.
"Let's go." Kasumi was about to leave for the frontline.
Suddenly, she looked at the Steel Lord.
The Steel Lord was looking up, his eyes wide open as he stared at the sky above the Holy Sanctum headquarters.
"What … is that?!"
Tenko Kasumi looked up into the sky in shock.
Unknowingly, the sky above the Divine Sanctum headquarters was slowly returning to a layer of pure white clouds.
The sky was blue and the clouds were pure white.
In addition, there was also a beam of pure white light that seemed to have condensed from the blue sky and descended from the sky. It faintly enveloped the entire Sacred Hall.
A gigantic pillar of light, like a true blessing from God, shone down from the sky, covering the entire area of the Temple.
Bathed in the white light, Tenko Kasumi and the Steel Lord suddenly felt a sense of peace and warmth from the depths of their souls.
"Isn't this Saint Power?!" The Steel Lord exclaimed.
"… This is the blessing of the world." Kasumi looked on with a complicated expression.
While most of her soul was Lin Sheng's, there was still a small part that belonged to Tenko Kasumi.
At this moment, looking at this familiar scene, she also recalled the blurry memories that she had seen before.
That was a memory that was far too distant. If it were not for this moment that triggered her, perhaps she would never have remembered it.
"The blessing of the world?" The Steel Lord looked at Kasumi.
"This is the true blessing of the Origin that can only be obtained after making a great contribution to the world." Kasumi said in a low voice. "This means that from this moment onwards, the Holy Sanctum has truly been accepted as the most orthodox force of the world."
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…
Inside the Holy Sanctum complex.
The people bathed in the white light raised their heads and looked at the sky.
That warm and comfortable feeling was like curling up in a mother's embrace, soft and lazy.
The entire Holy Sanctum felt as if it was being embraced by a mother's arms.
Adolf rode on the Gorefiend Warhorse, and behind him were the heavily-armored clergy cavalry.
He looked up at the pure white light falling from the sky, and suddenly felt a warmth in his body. The power of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny that he had not felt for a long time had returned to his body.
"While I don't know what it is, but no matter what, even the heavens are blessing us."
He pulled out his sword and held it up in the sky.
"Victory!!"
The clergy behind him also pulled out their swords and held them up in the sky. They cheered in unison.
In the roar, the huge cavalry charged straight along the exclusive horse path toward the frontline.
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…
Inside Henricqal, everyone who saw the white light falling from the sky fell to their knees and prayed spontaneously.
Inside the refugee areas.
Office workers in suits, housewives with anxious expressions, and young children tightly hugging the arms of their loved ones.
The staff who were trying to maintain order, the clergy patrol to ensure security and stability, the volunteers who were responsible for distributing basic supplies, and so on. All the citizens who were still conscious in the city.
At this moment, everyone looked up at the huge pillar of light that was hundreds of meters wide.
No one knew who was the first to start praying.
Gradually, it spread like ink. More and more anxious people began to calm down as they prayed toward the Holy Sanctum shrouded in the pillar of light.
The voices of prayer gradually converged into one. Like a vast wave, a massive amount of pure power of the soul and will emerged, and was then converted into a massive amount of Saint power by the Holy Crystal Font of the Holy Sanctum.
The people no longer panicked. This towering pillar of light was like a calming pill, calming the hearts of everyone who was panicking.
It guided everyone's power toward it in an endless stream.
…
…
On top of the tall buildings in the city.
Masked figures in white leather armor were rushing to the frontline.
They were the Holy Sanctum's powerful assassination and intelligence team, as well as the strongest elites who carried out assassinations and decapitations.
Khadula wore a white mask and stood at the top of the tall building, her long hair tied up in a golden knot fluttering in the wind.
She looked up at the white light falling from the sky and shrouding the Holy Sanctum, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Even I can receive the blessing of the world?"
After a moment of silence.
She turned and looked at the surging Blacktide in the distance.
"Let's go. It's our turn."
Whoosh!
Following the continuous whooshing sounds, the densely packed white silhouettes suddenly leaped into the air and disappeared from the spot.
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…
In the deepest part of the Blacktide.
A massive face that was several hundred meters wide slowly opened its eyes.
In the black eyes, there seemed to be a deep, abyss-like whirlpool. It was the abyss-like eyes of Lin Sheng when he broke through to the legendary realm.
Buzz …
A huge tremor slowly spread from the ground.
The earth kept cracking, and an arm with nine fingers reached out and grabbed the edge of the crack.
As the arm reached out, countless monsters of all shapes and sizes rushed out of the crack, turning into a tidal wave that rushed toward Henricqal.
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