The sudden encounter in front of the Ark of the Sacred Covenant was out of Willie's expectation, and the exact situation was out of Hao Ren's expectation as well. After a series of exclamations, Hao Ren first stared at the old man in luxurious robes standing beside Willie and the black sword in his hand.
Of course, the old man's demonized state was eye-catching. After all, a two-meter-tall, muscular old man with a fish tattoo on his neck (which was actually a magic rune) was a striking sight to behold. In Hao Ren's memory, only the bare-chested old mage Anthony Alfonso could rival him in muscle. But what caught Hao Ren's attention was the weapon in the old man's hand.
The long sword that looked like a fragment of the universe looked familiar no matter how one looked at it. This style was really eye-catching. Even if it was thrown into a domestic web-based game where the Dragon Slayer Sword would be given away with a click, it would at least be something that was limited to the entire server — Godslayer Sword!
Calaxus's exclamation woke Hao Ren from his daze. He turned his head and asked, "This is your pope?"
"His Holiness Auguste VII, the current pope of the Sanctum." Calaxus's eyes looked as if he was sleepwalking. "My teacher, how did you become like this?"
"Auguste?" Hoarse laughter sounded from the Old Swordsman's mouth, and no one associated him with the dignified and benevolent pontiff. "Hehe … That soul did resist for a while, but under the influence of the Great Lord, no mortal could resist … Now, the one standing before you is a loyal servant of the Great Lord. As for the rest of you, are you ready to die?"
With that, Auguste VII strode toward Hao Ren and his entourage. Although Hao Ren's party had the upper hand in terms of numbers, Auguste VII showed no fear on his face. Apparently, he was confident in his strength and the sword in his hand.
But Hao Ren shouted and interrupted him. "Wait a minute, I just asked you a question! Where did you get that sword, old man? "
Auguste VII probably did not expect that someone would be able to speak to him so confidently under the pressure of both the Worldbreaker and the Ark of the Sacred Covenant. He could not help but be stunned for a moment before a proud look appeared on his face. "This is the power bestowed by the Great Lord Lockmarton, the Worldbreaker!"
"Worldbreaker Blade? Lockmarton made something? " Hao Ren's eyes widened, and he could not help but smirk. "Good, good. I didn't expect the world of Collow to have so many surprises!"
On the other side, Willie had recovered from his initial shock. He immediately pushed Lavinia towards the pyramid. "Don't worry about them! Begin the ritual immediately! "
Lily panicked when she saw this. She stomped her feet and shouted, "That plate belongs to us! That thing is very powerful. If you mess around, you'll die! "
The two believers of Armageddon would not listen to Lily. Under Willie's urging, Lavinia placed the disc on the side wall of the crystal pyramid without hesitation and began to chant an evil and obscure incantation in a low, hoarse voice. The incantation would stimulate the seal on the disc and channel the disc's power into the crystal pyramid.
While Lavinia was performing the ritual, Willie let out a roar, turned, and rushed to where Lily and Calaxus were. His body suddenly swelled up, and the newly grown demonized arm emitted a dark red light. As he waved his arm, even the surrounding space rippled with unstable ripples, and countless twisted and hideous shadows squeezed out of those ripples, fell to the ground, and rapidly expanded and grew, turning into figures in black robes!
While Willie was running towards Lily and the others, there were dozens of men of sacrifice from the Cult of Armageddon behind him!
These believers of the Cult of Armageddon were fanatics who used sorcery to self-sacrifice. They sealed themselves in the bodies of high-ranking believers to help Willie eliminate the possible resistance in Asurmen. Little did they expect that they would come in handy here.
A large group of cultists unleashed their magic and dark powers, shouting Lockmarton's name as they rushed towards the battle line formed by the church warriors and the abhumans. Seeing this, Lily could no longer worry about her plate. She could only let out an irritated howl. "Arghhh! Bastards! Tear these bastards apart!! "
The monsters brandished their heavy obsidian clubs and roared as they charged at the cultists who were only half their height. The demonic wolves and bear monsters split into two groups and flanked them from the left and right, charging at the alpha's enemies as if they were hunting in the forest.
The abhumans had launched their attack, and the church warriors were not willing to fall behind. With a roar from Calaxus, the knights glowed in white as they charged towards the black-robed cultists!
Lily and Calaxus realized that Willie, who was half-human and half-monster, was the hardest to deal with among the cultists. Ordinary barbarians, church knights, and monks were no match for him. Lily transformed into a dog, and Calaxus activated his magic power to stand in front of Willie!
While the battle cries were heard, Hao Ren had already rushed towards Auguste VII.
Hao Ren did not know how powerful the sword in Hao Ren's hand was, but he knew that the destructive power of the cosmic debris was almost infinite to mortals. Hao Ren must not let the old sword-seller reach Calaxus and the others!
Auguste VII was enraged by Hao Ren's provocation. With absolute blind worship of Lockmarton, he did not think that it would be a waste of time to deal with Hao Ren. So, he raised his sword and faced Hao Ren. "Pathetic and struggling mortal, you have no idea that the extinction of the universe is the destined end of all things. How can the short-lived order compare to the eternal chaos?"
Hao Ren's figure turned into a beam of light as he stared into Auguste VII's dark eyes. Hao Ren reached out to the space crack that emerged beside him and smiled. "Old man, let me show you something —"
A black light was drawn out from the space crack. Auguste VII was horrified as the black light slashed down. Instinctively, Auguste VII raised the Worldbreaker in his hand to block the black light to avoid being torn apart by the laws of the world. But his body was still thrown a dozen meters away by the powerful impact. Between the cracks, Auguste VII saw what Hao Ren was holding: another Worldbreaker!
Hao Ren swung the sword in his hand. "I have one too."
"Ah, the long-lost feeling of openness. Hao Ren, are you fighting again? Ah, the days of fighting and killing seem to be endless. I can split the world, but I can't cut off the fate of being a weapon. You … Eh? There seems to be a lot of people around. Ah, hello everyone, I am Godslayer, alias Echo Wall, nicknamed Little Sword. You can call me Householder Stabber. In fact, I — "
"Shut up."
"Oh."
On the other side, the muscles on Auguste VII's face twitched as he stared at the dark cosmic fragment in Hao Ren's hand. It was as if he wanted to carve his eyes into it to see if it was a fake or not.
However, there was no need to do so. The sword had already collided with the Worldbreaker Blade in his hand, and the surrounding shattered and slowly healing space was the evidence. In this world, apart from the Worldbreaker Blade itself, there was nothing that could cause such a collision.
"The power of the Great Lord … Why is it in you?" The former pope asked in a hoarse voice. "You stole … No, no one can steal His power … Are you also his … No, this is even more impossible … Lord, is this a test you have given me?"
Hao Ren would not give the pope a chance to talk nonsense to buy time. After silencing the Godslayer, Hao Ren took a step forward. His body suddenly sped up and flashed countless afterimages. "Ultimate skill? Throat Sealing Three Strikes! "
Before his voice trailed off, Hao Ren had already slashed at the old pope's abdomen.
"You —" The old pontiff almost failed to block the sword. At that moment, he had to rely on his spiritual strength, which he had honed over the years, and his intuition that was almost prophetic. With a tearing sound that made one's teeth ache, the two black longswords clashed against each other. Specks of starlight shot out from the point where the blades clashed, and countless black stripes appeared out of thin air, gradually tearing the space around them apart. Further away, light began to distort, and everything around the cavern seemed to have lost its sense of distance, becoming unfathomable and unfathomable. It was all turbulence!
Even near the Ark of the Sacred Covenant, with the suppression of the goddess' remnant divine power, the collision of the two Godslayer still broke the law of space.
The old pope was shocked and angry, but Hao Ren's fierce attack left him no time to speak. He could only block left and right, desperately trying to maintain his position in the storm of spatial distortion and gravity imbalance.
His mutated arm, eroded by the Worldbreaker, began to emit black smoke. Clearly, the power of the sword was out of his control.
But in comparison, Hao Ren's control of the Godslaying Sword was as smooth as his arm. The sword was as light as a feather in his hands. If it wasn't for the fact that it was usually too fragile, it would simply be a perfect divine weapon.
After a few consecutive collisions, the Godslayer, which had finally calmed down, seemed to have discovered something. It suddenly cried out in excitement, and the exclamation even spread through the energy waves around it, exceeding the limit of the Echo Wall, where only the wielder could hear its thoughts.
"Hey, bro — who are you? We look exactly the same! "
At that moment, Hao Ren wanted to die.
Finally, the thing had discovered him. It was going to be hard to shut it up this time.
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