Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 28

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Chapter 312 Rebellion

"What, Lord Stephen, why do you still need this map?" Vivian asked, pointing to the map of Yanhuang City's military defenses that Stephen was holding and unfolding.

"Me? I've fallen into a trap!" Stephen waved the map in his hand and laughed at Vivian.

"Fell into a trap?" --

"Haha... Think about it, Catherine deliberately let this fool bring out this fake map, just to trick me into thinking it was real, and then attack the areas with fewer troops shown on the map, which are actually their heavily defended areas. In this way, it's like waiting for us to walk into a trap! Haha... Do you think you can fool me, Stephen, with such a simple scheme? Catherine, you underestimate me... Haha... Just wait until I break through Yanhuang City... Haha..." Stephen laughed wildly, as if Yanhuang City had already fallen into his hands.

“My lord…” Vivian started to say something, but her expression suddenly changed. The highest-level alarm sounded throughout the allied army camp. Under these circumstances, no disturbance in Yanhuang City could escape the allied army's notice. Therefore, this alarm could only have come from one direction: within the allied army itself!

The mutiny that Vivian and Stephenel had feared most had finally occurred!

“Damn it! This time I will kill all those involved in the mutiny! Damn humans, foolish humans, they actually wavered in their faith in God! This is unforgivable, unforgivable! Vivian, go and find out which country's troops have mutinied, and report to me immediately… never mind. You humans are either too slow or too fast; I might as well send the Angel Legion! You, stay here and provide support!” Stephenel roared at Vivian, his eyes blazing with fury, before disappearing from the command tent.

A strange look flashed across Vivian's eyes, and she seemed lost in thought.

Within the allied forces, the most elite troops of the three great empires—Fatir, Izumo, and Mehes—had joined forces. The Izumo Empire's Dragon Knights would guard the skies, Fatir's Golden Tulip Legion would break through, and Mehes's Medusa Legion would cover the rear!

The key figures of the three kingdoms would be protected by Fatir's Golden Tulip Legion.

"Copol, Steno, Popor. You three dared to lead a rebellion against the Church led by the gods! For the sake of our friendship, if you return now, I will plead with Her Highness the Saintess on your behalf!" A handsome middle-aged knight, clad in gleaming armor and riding a tall white horse, stood before the three legions, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Campbell, our three great empires are facing an unprecedented crisis. As our former comrades, put yourself in their shoes. If you were in their shoes, wouldn't you rush to their aid?" Kopol, mounted on his mount, looked at Campbell and shouted.

"Indeed, what you say is correct, but why not report to Her Majesty the Saintess? With Her Majesty's mercy, would she disagree? Why must you act on your own?" Campbell asked after a moment of silence.

"Will the Saintess agree?" Steno, the captain of the Wyvern Knights, rode on the back of a dragon and shouted from the air.

Campbell opened his mouth, but ultimately did not speak, but the 50,000 Holy Templar Knights blocking the three armies did not budge an inch.

"Since that's the case, it seems that this battle is inevitable. Very well, since that's the case, Campbell, are you ready?" Kopol drew his sword and asked Campbell loudly.

"Clang!" Campbell drew his knight's sword, slowly raising it to his chest. He looked at Kopol with a complex expression, then his face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Templar Knights, prepare! Charge! Light!"

"Light!" The 50,000 Templar Knights behind Campbell quickly formed a charging formation and roared in unison.

"For our homeland, all the soldiers of the Golden Tulip will destroy any enemy that stands in our way! Even if that enemy was once our comrade! Charge! Tulip!" At the same time, Kopol, the commander of the Golden Tulip Legion, also shouted.

"Tulip!" Two hundred thousand Golden Tulip soldiers responded in unison.

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

The two most outstanding knightly orders on the continent finally began their head-on charge!

The Golden Tulip Legion consisted entirely of heavy cavalry; both the riders and their horses were shrouded in golden armor adorned with beautiful tulip patterns.

The Holy See's Knights Templar, renowned as the most powerful legion on the entire continent, each soldier capable of taking on a hundred men, though numbering only fifty thousand, possessed a charging ferocity no less impressive than the two hundred thousand-strong Golden Tulip Legion.

"Steno and Popole, what are you two standing there for? Aren't you going to take the leaders and leave? Are you going to wait until the hundred thousand angels of the divine realm arrive before you think of leaving?" Kopol roared angrily at Steno, the commander of the Wyvern Knights, in mid-air. --

"Alright, Kopol, take care. I, Steno, with my life as a knight, will definitely bring...the princess safely back to Fatil! Fight with confidence! The Wyvern Knights are all ready to depart."

"Thank you very much!" Kopol said, spurring his horse's belly. The horse, in pain, charged towards the Knights Templar like an arrow released from a bow! With a

deafening

roar, the two knightly orders finally clashed, sending up waves of crimson spray. The collision of gold and silver light erupted with a fierce and passionate intensity. However, this was only the beginning; an even more surging torrent of iron surged forth from both sides.

"Fatiel! Tulip!"

"Fatiel! Tulip!"

"Light! Temple! Light! Temple!"

...

Two distinctly different bugle calls, however, grew louder with the passage of time. Piles of lifeless corpses lay stacked like mountains of gold and silver, dark red bloodstains meandering through them, adding a touch of desolation and loneliness.

The Fatih Golden Tulip Legion and the Holy Templar Knights, locked in fierce combat, were like two madmen driven to madness. The soldiers of both legions seemed trapped in a blood-soaked illusion, endlessly raising their lances, thrusting, raising their lances, thrusting… There was no skill, for in the cramped military camp, there was no space for finesse; there were no formations, only a simple charge formation. The soldiers relied on nothing more than the most primal means of killing: strength and stamina!

Horses neighed, blood flowed, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. Short swords, broken spears, wounded soldiers missing limbs and groaning, and lifeless corpses mingled together, creating a bizarre and gruesome scene.

The members of the two knightly orders, locked in combat, were oblivious to all this, continuing their simple, repetitive actions, awaiting their fate. If they survived, they would raise their lances, thrust, until they were all pierced, fell from their horses, and became part of the mountain of gold and silver on the ground!

Just as the two sides entered a fierce battle, a muffled thunderous sound rang out in mid-air, and waves of murderous aura emanated from the clouds—

"Damn humans! You must pay the price for your betrayal. I will not only kill you, but also torture your souls for countless years!"

Before anyone could react, with a "whoosh," followed by a series of hissing sounds, and then countless heart-wrenching screams.

Standing in the center of the field was a handsome general with golden hair and silver armor, his face contorted with rage. Behind him stood twelve wings formed from light-elemental magic, symbolizing his supreme status—a twelve-winged demigod! This was Stephen, the commander of the angelic legion that had descended from the divine realm, and the de facto commander-in-chief of the Holy War Alliance!

"Very well! Your three great empires have always been protected by the gods' grace, yet now you betray them when they need you most! You humans are indeed the most shameless, the most despicable, and the most foolish race! You must pay the price for your stupidity today! First and second squads, go and hunt down Izumo's dragon legion and Mehes's Medusa legion! Third squad, join me in annihilating this traitor of Fatil!" Stephen grew increasingly furious, almost shouting, his voice audible throughout the entire alliance camp. --

"Yes, sir!" A voice, seemingly uttered by one person yet sounding like the voice of millions, echoed in the air.

Then, the voices of angels, voices only heard in the Holy City or historical records, appeared before the crowd. However, compared to the benevolence, humility, and friendliness that the Holy See had always emphasized, these angels now wore terrifying grins, their holy swords like the scythe of death, viciously aimed at the troops of the three great empires.

It must be said that the elite legions of the three great empires were indeed among the most powerful in human history, but only among humans. Facing these 100,000 non-humans, whether it was the Golden Tulip Legion known for its breakthroughs, the Wyvern Knights with their formidable air superiority, or the Medusa Legion known for its defense, they all unanimously evoked one word:

fragility!

Chapter 313 Angels Slaughtering

Angels, in the eyes of ordinary humans, are the incarnations of gods. This understanding is not entirely wrong, because from the God King of Light down to the most ordinary two-winged angels, all belong to the category of angels. However, in reality, just like human society, angels also have ranks, and the rank of an angel is measured by the number of wings behind their back.

Therefore, angels can be divided into eight ranks: two-winged, four-winged, six-winged, eight-winged, ten-winged, twelve-winged, fourteen-winged, and the highest rank of sixteen-winged.

The most common, and the most numerous in the divine realm, equivalent to ordinary people in human society, are two-winged angels. Two-winged angels are the foundation of the entire divine realm, performing various professions and providing all the necessary resources for the superstructure of the divine realm. Their numbers are enormous, numbering in the tens of millions, and they are the most important source of the divine realm's military strength.

Next are four-winged angels, a large portion of whom evolved from two-winged angels. Their numbers are second only to two-winged angels, but both their mental strength and internal energy strength are far higher than those of two-winged angels.

Following the four-winged angels are the six-winged angels, who occupy a middle position among the angelic race. Their abilities represent a qualitative leap compared to the four-winged angels, and are vastly different from the two-winged angels. Their numbers are relatively small compared to the previous two types of angels, numbering only a few tens of thousands.

Next are the eight-winged angels, also known as archangels, numbering in the thousands throughout the divine realm. They possess destructive power and can freely cross the energy barrier between the divine and human realms without significant energy loss.

Following the eight-winged angels are the ten-winged angels, known as divine generals. There are only a few hundred of them in the entire divine realm, making them extremely rare. To illustrate, the soul strength and internal energy strength of a divine general-level angel are roughly equivalent to the combined strength of a thousand eight-winged angels. This demonstrates that as angels advance through the ranks, their internal energy and soul strength increase exponentially.

Following the ten-winged angels are the twelve-winged angels, also known as lesser gods. For example, Stephen, the commander of the 100,000-strong angelic army that recently descended upon the divine realm, is a twelve-winged lesser god.

The fourteen-winged angels are called chief gods, as mentioned earlier. There are currently twelve chief gods in the divine realm, which will not be repeated here.

The one revered as the God-King by the angels of the divine realm is the only known sixteen-winged angel—the God-King of Light. However, in recent years, the God-King has rarely appeared, and many matters of the divine realm are decided jointly by the twelve chief gods. Contrary to the idealized image of the divine realm presented by the Church—a prosperous and peaceful place where one need not work but only indulge in pleasure—the actual divine realm is a replica of human society. The vast majority of divine resources are controlled by a

very small number of individuals, while the oppressed are often the poor and needy.

...

This time, Stephenel was clearly determined to wipe out these three elite legions that dared to betray him. The 100,000 elite angels who had descended from the divine realm were all mobilized!

"All soldiers, heed my command! Annihilate all the humans below! I demand that not a single human survive! Understand?" Floating in mid-air, Stephenel, his face twisted in a ferocious grimace, roared at the more than 30,000 members of the angelic legion behind him.

"As you wish, sir!"

The soldiers of the angelic legion were undeniably handsome, with golden hair, beautiful faces, imposing physiques, well-fitting silver armor, sharp weapons, and flowing wings on their backs, giving them an exceptionally holy appearance. However, at this moment, these holy angels were not much different from butchers.

Each one glared with bloodthirsty eyes, wielding swords that the Vatican had glorified as symbols of justice, yet these swords, crackling with a whistling aura, slashed down at the craning heads of the Golden Tulip Legion and the members of the Vatican's Knights Templar below.

"My lord...stop! Grand Master Campbell of the Knights Templar, those behind me are all members of our Knights Templar, we are God's most loyal subjects! My lord, stop!" Grand Master Campbell, lamenting the misfortune of his old friend Coppel, was suddenly stunned by the indiscriminate attack of the angelic legion. They were abandoned children collected by the Vatican from all over the continent, raised from childhood, brainwashed by the Vatican, possessing an almost fanatical worship of the Vatican and the God of Light. But now, these very angels they had worshipped since childhood had raised their swords against them.

"Hmph! Humans are all unreliable! You all deserve to die! Kill them all!" Stephen's furious voice echoed in mid-air.

Now, the angelic legion's attack was unleashed without restraint. Various milky-white flames flashed in the air, turning the pitch-black night into day. Clashing sword energies and surging, unrestrained battle qi intertwined throughout the allied army camp.

Wailing cries, screams, the clang of metal on metal;

swords shattered, shields broke, men and horses fell!

Immediately afterward, a dragon's roar echoed from not far away, followed by shouts, then screams, the sound of blades slicing through leather, the thud of heavy objects falling to the ground, shouts, the chaotic clatter of horses' hooves, the sounds of fierce fighting, the death knells, the thud of swords falling to the ground, the thud of horses collapsing...

It was like a cacophony of voices from millions of people, or perhaps an unseen ventriloquism performance. In the darkness, under a sky perhaps now tinged white by streaks of milky white energy, it all resembled a movie played on a black-and-white television, leaving only black and white in the world. The chaotic sounds eventually merged into a buzzing noise, finally settling into silence. All that remained was the slow-motion battle in this black-and-white world, just as the world was reduced to only black and white, and only two existences remained—life and death.

A massacre, a naked massacre. The Golden Tulip Legion, the Templar Knights, the Dragon Knights, and the Medusa Legion—elite forces in the human realm—were like newborn infants facing a giant adult before this army of 100,000 angels. Before they could even resist, the massacre was almost over. In just half an hour, only about half an hour, everything returned to silence. The world seemed to regain its color, no longer the monotonous black and white. Only one thing remained: life. --

"Sir, the angel legion has returned with a report. They killed a total of 600,000 enemies. Not a single enemy escaped. Our army lost 6,306 two-winged angels and 232 four-winged angels. There were no losses among four-winged angels and above."

"Useless! To suffer such high losses against mere humans! These two-winged and four-winged angels are truly a disgrace to us angels! Hmph, alright, go back!" Stephen's dissatisfied voice rang out from mid-air.

Upon receiving the retreat order, the angelic legion was enveloped in a milky-white halo, then vanished in an instant.

On the ground lay mountains of corpses: human bodies, horse bodies, dragon bodies, severed limbs, broken arms, intestines, hearts, lungs, livers, gallbladders, spleens, heads… Blood flowed slowly from around these bodies, pooling together to form crimson streams that eventually converged into a pool several meters deep!

Boundless resentment and death energy slowly gathered in the sky above this area, gradually forming a dark, ominous cloud, emanating a chilling, bloodthirsty aura.

Suddenly, a figure, like lightning, rushed from afar, leaving a blur in the air, and appeared beneath the cloud in an instant.

His face and form were obscured in the darkness; he was like a faint shadow, standing there yet giving an unreal feeling, as if he were omnipresent in the world.

Upon reaching the foot of the dark cloud, the shadowy figure didn't linger, seemingly unaffected by its chilling, malevolent aura. Its hands formed a lotus shape, followed by a profound and difficult-to-pronounce incantation. The hands moved in rapid succession, like a lotus blooming, falling, blooming again, falling again, repeating this cycle eighty-one times. Then, with a low growl, the shadowy figure spread its limbs wide, floating beneath the cloud in a starfish shape.

Suddenly, a gust of wind, carrying overwhelming resentment and deafening cries, swept in from nowhere , directly towards the shadowy figure.

The dark cloud above the figure also abruptly pressed down, enveloping it completely.

Within the dark clouds, everything seemed to revert to the massacre that had occurred half an hour earlier. Countless faces of dead soldiers and generals appeared in the void, staring ferociously at the figure in the clouds. Some phantom soldiers, missing limbs, even gripped their severed bodies, biting and tearing them apart before the shadowy figure, chewing and devouring their own flesh...

A cacophony of wails and howls filled the clouds as various cruel, bloodthirsty, and chilling scenes flashed before the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure sat slumped in the void, hands in a lotus position, chanting incantations repeatedly, its star-like eyes watching with keen interest the scenes that would be unbearable for ordinary people.

Chapter 314 Alliance

After an unknown amount of time, the dark figure stood there in the sky above this eerie and terrifying wasteland for almost a whole night. Suddenly, a soft yet sharp light burst forth from the palms of his hands, shining directly on the heads of the constantly appearing, ferocious, and menacing phantoms in the void.

It was like pouring boiling water onto snow; the ferocious phantoms, illuminated by the light, immediately let out painful screams, while the dark cloud enveloping the figure seemed to be subjected to some intense attack. The clouds churned in the air, while sharp, inexplicable screams echoed from the ground, their cries blending with the churning of the dark clouds.

The black figure slumped within the clouds seemed oblivious, its chanting growing louder and faster, the light emanating from its hands growing ever brighter.

The dark cloud, as if realizing it couldn't subdue the figure, tried to flee, but the figure's hands were like bottomless pits, emanating a powerful suction that continuously drew in the surrounding deathly energy, resentment, and malevolent aura. The dark cloud could not break free.

The screams from the ground grew even louder, revealing the true nature of the sound this time. Unlike the single scream heard before, it was the roar of millions upon millions, millions screaming, millions shouting.

This sound was none other than the screams and cries of the six hundred thousand soldiers of the Golden Tulip Legion, the Templar Knights, the Dragon Knights, and the Medusa Legion, slaughtered by the Angel Legion!

These millions of voices seemed to be accusing, to be resisting. And the dark cloud seemed to have received the power of these millions of voices. With the help of thousands, the force of the struggle increased even more, showing signs of breaking free from the control of the shadowy figure.

Such heavy resentment... Don't worry, I will avenge you. Rest in peace. The shadowy figure made a series of swift movements with both hands. His eyes suddenly widened, and a hissing sound came from his forehead, revealing a flashing, ice-blue eye, devoid of any emotion, coldly gazing upon everything in the world. "Open the

Heavenly Eye!" With this extraordinary seven-word mantra, the shadowy figure floated in mid-air, a shape forming on his chest... It formed a massive, blood-red energy vortex, its immense suction force emanating from it, frantically drawing in all the energy in the world it could absorb.

Meanwhile, the dark cloud entangled by the shadowy figure, having formed within the energy vortex on the shadowy figure's chest, struggled frantically as if encountering its nemesis, desperately trying to escape, emitting squeaks as if begging for mercy. "

You were born of heaven and earth, and possess inherent sentience. I should spare your life, but alas, I need this bloodthirsty energy. I'm sorry!" the shadowy figure shook its head at the dark cloud and spoke slowly.

Now, this dark cloud ... The cloud, originally named Blood Fiend, is a product of the spiritual power of thousands of unjustly killed or extremely resentful souls devouring each other. This Blood Fiend is extremely ferocious, draining the spiritual energy of wherever it goes, leaving the land barren and desolate—a truly malevolent creature.

Seeing that begging for mercy wouldn't release it, the Blood Fiend unleashed its ferocity, suddenly abandoning its struggles and charging towards the shadowy figure, seemingly intent on mutual destruction. "

You beast, you're quite the tyrant," the shadowy figure chuckled softly.

The Blood Fiend charged towards the shadowy figure, approaching within five... When it was about a foot away, it suddenly paused. Then, the light emanating from the black shadow's palm suddenly intensified, shining directly onto the Blood Fiend.

Instantly, as if scorched, the Blood Fiend squeaked in pain, and at the same time, it was involuntarily drifted towards the huge energy vortex in front of the black shadow's chest.

Squeak! The Blood Fiend was about to be sucked into the vortex, and it squeaked anxiously. Its cloud-like body transformed into a giant octopus, and its eight tentacles desperately stretched out in all directions, trying to hook onto something to avoid being sucked in, but to no avail. The surrounding area was completely empty, leaving its eight transformed tentacles dancing wildly in the air.

"Ah... Te... Si... Lang... De... Mo... Li... Shou!" The black shadow in mid-air shook its head and suddenly recited the seven-word incantation again. Instantly, a blood-red energy band emerged from the energy vortex on its chest, like the tongue of a frog hunting its prey. It grabbed the blood demon that was only a few feet away from the vortex and pulled it back sharply. The blood demon only managed to squeak twice before disappearing into the energy vortex.

The energy vortex on the shadowy figure's chest spun faster and faster, eventually forming a cocoon-like spindle shape that was gradually shrinking.

The shadowy figure's hands moved faster and faster with the spinning vortex, until finally only a blurry image remained, making their movements impossible to discern.

After an unknown amount of time, the energy vortex on the shadowy figure's chest grew to the size of a pea, surrounded by a strange, cloud-like gas.

Suddenly

, a loud shout rang out from the shadowy figure in mid-air, and the still-spinning pea-sized energy vortex burst forth with a dazzling crimson light before extinguishing, transforming into a dark, black pill that landed back in the shadowy figure's palm.

The shadowy figure carefully held the glowing black pill, observing it for a moment, then, as if relieved of a heavy burden, let out a soft sigh, seemingly sighing and muttering to himself: "

This is the eighth one. Just one more, and we'll have nine Blood Fiend Soul Beads. Little girl will be able to see again. Whew, this is a small token of gratitude for these lost souls..." This was probably the last thing he'd done with the time.

The dark figure seemed to have thought of something, glancing up in the direction the angelic legion had retreated. A cold glint flashed in the eye on its forehead, and it muttered in a barely audible voice: "That hundred thousand angelic legion is indeed powerful. So, the Blood Fiend Pearl forged from their souls and deathly resentment wouldn't be any less effective than the Blood Fiend Soul Pearl forged from the souls and deathly resentment of a hundred thousand ordinary humans, would it?"

The dark figure carefully placed the Blood Fiend Pearl into its spatial bag. Li, glancing towards Yanhuang City, the black veil covering his face fell away, revealing a handsome face as if sculpted by a knife, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and slightly upturned corners of his mouth. The flowing silver hair in his mind was none other than—Qin Feng!

Hundreds of miles outside Yanhuang City, on a secluded high ground, in a magnificent and spacious carriage pulled by pure black horses from the Ninth District, Princess Helen sat slumped in her seat, her eyes lifeless. The scene of the Angel Legion slaughtering the elite troops of three kingdoms... Even from hundreds of miles away, it was crystal clear: the Golden Tulip Legion, her only support, had been utterly destroyed by the Papacy's Angel Legion. How could she possibly contend with Emerson, the Loyal and Valiant King of the Western Empire, who was preparing to declare himself emperor?

What was she thinking? A gentle voice rang in Helen's ears. It was Qin Feng, who had returned. The Qin Feng of this moment was completely different from the one who had been refining the Blood Fiend Pearl. A well-fitting imperial robe accentuated his majesty and domineering presence. "

Are you mocking me?" Princess Helen snapped out of her reverie, gave a bitter smile, and said, "

If I were mocking you, I wouldn't have stopped you from going in person and instead sent a palace maid to impersonate you at the allied camp." Qin Feng smiled knowingly, gently stroking the jade tablet on his left thumb. "

What should I do now?" Princess Helen sighed and asked. "

This time, the Papacy's 100,000-strong angelic legion will definitely be defeated by Catherine. In that case, no army, or rather, no nation on the entire continent, can rival the army of Yanhuang City." "We've held them off." Qin Feng said casually, as if it were a trivial matter. "

So you mean..." Princess Helen paused for a moment, then sighed softly and asked. "

Yanhuang City, having annihilated the Papacy's 100,000-strong angelic legion, will seize the opportunity to sweep across the northern part of the continent. The Loyal and Brave King's forces in western Fatil may seem formidable to you, but against any single force from Yanhuang City... Heh... At that time, if you wish, I can send you 50,000 troops to unify the entire Fatil territory. With my help, after unifying all of Fatil, you can ascend the throne and become the new Empress of Fatil!" Qin Feng still didn't look up, speaking slowly.

Princess Helen felt her heart pounding faster and faster with Qin Feng's words, almost unable to breathe. Empress! The new Empress of Fatil! A word that could make anyone born into a royal family feel their blood rush, was presented to Princess Helen as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"...What do you want...my body? My loyalty? Or do you want me to be your slave?" Princess Helen took a difficult breath, trying not to imagine that alluring word, and asked Qin Feng. "

I don't need any of that. In this world, I already have three people who are deeply loved and cherished by me. Any power is just something easily obtained. I only hope that after you become the new Queen of Fatil, you can stand on my side. Otherwise...

Don't worry, I won't oppose you. Even if one day you take my life, I won't resist.

" Chapter 314 Alliance

. After an unknown amount of time, the dark figure stood in the air above this gloomy and terrifying place for almost a whole night. Suddenly, a soft yet brilliant light burst forth from the palms of his hands, shining directly into the void, where countless figures with bared fangs and claws, their faces contorted... The light shone on the grotesque phantoms

, as if scalding water had been poured onto snow. The grotesque phantoms, illuminated by the light, immediately emitted agonizing screams. The dark cloud shrouded in the shadowy figure seemed to be under intense attack, churning in the air. Sharp, inexplicable shrieks echoed from the ground, roaring in unison with the churning cloud.

The dark figure, slumped within the cloud, seemed oblivious, its chanting growing louder and faster, the light in its hands intensifying.

The cloud, realizing it couldn't defeat the shadowy figure, tried to escape, but the shadowy figure's hands were like bottomless pits, a powerful suction force drawing in the surrounding deathly energy, resentment, and malevolent energy, preventing the cloud from breaking free. The screams

from the ground grew even louder, revealing the true nature of the sound. Unlike the single scream heard earlier, this was the roar of millions upon millions, a cacophony of screams and cries.

These sounds were the very screams and battle cries of the 600,000 soldiers of the Golden Tulip Legion, the Templar Knights, the Dragon Knights, and the Medusa Legion, slaughtered by the Angel Legion!

The voices of these millions seemed to be an accusation, a protest. And the dark cloud, as if aided by these millions, struggled even stronger, showing signs of breaking free from the shadow's control.

"Such heavy resentment... Don't worry, I will avenge you. Rest in peace." The shadow slashed its hands rapidly. Its eyes widened sharply, and a hissing crack appeared between its brows, revealing a single, icy blue eye that flashed like lightning, coldly surveying everything in the world without any emotion.

The Heavenly Eye opened! With this... Duan Nianli uttered seven words with extraordinary power, and his entire body floated in mid-air, forming a massive, blood-red energy vortex in front of his chest. A tremendous suction force emanated from the vortex, frantically absorbing all the energy in the world.

Meanwhile, the dark cloud entangled by the shadowy figure, after forming the energy vortex in front of the shadowy figure's chest, struggled frantically as if it had encountered its nemesis, trying to escape and emitting squeaks as if begging for mercy. "

You were born of heaven and earth, and possessed inherent sentience. I should spare your life, but unfortunately, I need this bloodthirsty energy. I'm sorry!" The shadowy figure shook its head at the dark cloud and slowly said.

This dark cloud, originally named Blood Fiend, is the product of the spiritual power of thousands of unjustly killed or extremely resentful souls devouring each other. This Blood Fiend is extremely ferocious; wherever it passes, it drains the local spiritual energy, leaving the land barren and desolate—a truly ominous creature.

Seeing that begging for mercy wouldn't release it, the Blood Fiend unleashed its ferocity, abruptly abandoning its struggles and charging towards the shadowy figure, seemingly intent on mutual destruction. "

You beast, you're quite the tyrant," the shadowy figure chuckled dismissively.

But when the Blood Fiend was about five feet away, it suddenly paused. Then, the light emanating from the shadowy figure's palm suddenly intensified, shining directly upon the Blood Fiend.

Instantly, as if scorched, the Blood Fiend squeaked in pain, involuntarily drifting towards the massive energy vortex on the shadowy figure's chest.

Squeak! Just as the Blood Fiend was about to be sucked into the vortex, it cried out in desperation, its cloud-like body transforming into a giant octopus, its eight tentacles desperately reaching out in all directions, trying to... It tried to hook onto something to avoid being sucked in, but all around was empty, leaving its eight transformed tentacles dancing wildly in the air.

"Ah... Te... Si... Lang... De... Mo... Li... Shou!" The black shadow shook its head in mid-air, suddenly chanting the seven-word incantation again. Instantly, a blood-red energy band surged from the energy vortex on its chest, like a frog's tongue as it hunted, engulfing the blood demon just a few feet from the vortex. Then, it pulled it back sharply, and the blood demon only managed two squeaks before vanishing into the energy vortex.

The energy vortex on the black shadow's chest spun faster and faster, eventually slowly forming a cocoon-like spindle shape, and it seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

The shadowy figure's hands moved faster and faster with the spinning vortex, until finally only a blurry image remained, making their movements impossible to discern.

After an unknown amount of time, the energy vortex on the shadowy figure's chest grew to the size of a pea, surrounded by a strange, cloud-like gas.

Suddenly

, a loud shout rang out from the shadowy figure in mid-air, and the still-spinning pea-sized energy vortex burst forth with a dazzling crimson light before extinguishing, transforming into a dark, black pill that landed back in the shadowy figure's palm.

The shadowy figure carefully held the glowing black pill, observing it for a moment, then, as if relieved of a heavy burden, let out a soft sigh, seemingly sighing and muttering to himself: "

This is the eighth one. Just one more, and we'll have nine Blood Fiend Soul Beads. Little girl will be able to see again. Whew, this is a small token of gratitude for these lost souls..." This was probably the last thing he'd done with the time.

The dark figure seemed to have thought of something, glancing up in the direction the angelic legion had retreated. A cold glint flashed in the eye on its forehead, and it muttered in a barely audible voice: "That hundred thousand angelic legion is indeed powerful. So, the Blood Fiend Pearl forged from their souls and deathly resentment wouldn't be any less effective than the Blood Fiend Soul Pearl forged from the souls and deathly resentment of a hundred thousand ordinary humans, would it?"

The dark figure carefully placed the Blood Fiend Pearl into its spatial bag. Li, glancing towards Yanhuang City, the black veil covering his face fell away, revealing a handsome face as if sculpted by a knife, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and slightly upturned corners of his mouth. The flowing silver hair in his mind was none other than—Qin Feng!

Hundreds of miles outside Yanhuang City, on a secluded high ground, in a magnificent and spacious carriage pulled by pure black horses from the Ninth District, Princess Helen sat slumped in her seat, her eyes lifeless. The scene of the Angel Legion slaughtering the elite troops of three kingdoms... Even from hundreds of miles away, it was crystal clear: the Golden Tulip Legion, her only support, had been utterly destroyed by the Papacy's Angel Legion. How could she possibly contend with Emerson, the Loyal and Valiant King of the Western Empire, who was preparing to declare himself emperor?

What was she thinking? A gentle voice rang in Helen's ears. It was Qin Feng, who had returned. The Qin Feng of this moment was completely different from the one who had been refining the Blood Fiend Pearl. A well-fitting imperial robe accentuated his majesty and domineering presence. "

Are you mocking me?" Princess Helen snapped out of her reverie, gave a bitter smile, and said, "

If I were mocking you, I wouldn't have stopped you from going in person and instead sent a palace maid to impersonate you at the allied camp." Qin Feng smiled knowingly, gently stroking the jade tablet on his left thumb. "

What should I do now?" Princess Helen sighed and asked. "

This time, the Papacy's 100,000-strong angelic legion will definitely be defeated by Catherine. In that case, no army, or rather, no nation on the entire continent, can rival the army of Yanhuang City." "We've held them off." Qin Feng said casually, as if it were a trivial matter. "

So you mean..." Princess Helen paused for a moment, then sighed softly and asked. "

Yanhuang City, having annihilated the Papacy's 100,000-strong angelic legion, will seize the opportunity to sweep across the northern part of the continent. The Loyal and Brave King's forces in western Fatil may seem formidable to you, but against any single force from Yanhuang City... Heh... At that time, if you wish, I can send you 50,000 troops to unify the entire Fatil territory. With my help, after unifying all of Fatil, you can ascend the throne and become the new Empress of Fatil!" Qin Feng still didn't look up, speaking slowly.

Princess Helen felt her heart pounding faster and faster with Qin Feng's words, almost unable to breathe. Empress! The new Empress of Fatil! A word that could make anyone born into a royal family feel their blood rush, was presented to Princess Helen as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"...What do you want...my body? My loyalty? Or do you want me to be your slave?" Princess Helen took a difficult breath, trying not to imagine that alluring word, and asked Qin Feng. "

I don't need any of that. In this world, I already have three people who are deeply loved and cherished by me. Any power is nothing but something easily obtained. I only hope that after you become the new Queen of Fatil, you will stand on my side. Otherwise...

Don't worry, I will not oppose you. Even if one day you take my life, I will not resist.

" Chapter 316 The Return of the Overlord

Autumn was nearing its end, and the chilly autumn wind whipped up withered yellow leaves, stirring up clouds of dust. The sun sank in the west, its golden rays casting a melancholy glow on the yellowish landscape of the Mayan wasteland. "Damn it, what are these birdmen up to...? That egg-shaped thing has been flashing all day, it's blinding me! Why isn't it coming to its doom? Damn their ancestors!" Sanmengzi, who had been on guard all day, swung his arm, which ached from constantly gripping his spiked club and maintaining an offensive stance, and cursed loudly at the angelic legion shrouded in a milky-white halo since morning. "Haha... Mengzi, if you ask me, you berserkers are really missing a screw in your heads. Who spends almost the entire day holding that thick iron rod like you... Haha..." The dwarf warrior Costalinovis grinned, laughing heartily, his large, reddish-brown beard trembling with each laugh. "Yeah, boss, you're too tense... Are you afraid of those birdmen?" The winged warrior Polly flapped his wings and teased. Hearing this, Sanmengzi jumped up like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, brandishing his thick spiked club and shouting, "Damn it, you bunch of bastards! When that birdman comes, you'll see how your brother Sanmengzi kills the enemy! One blow from my club and I'll take down several birdmen! You better not wet your pants and embarrass me! Humph, and watch out, don't leave me, Sanmengzi, all alone after the war, who am I going to drink with then!" The dwarf warriors, winged warriors, and goblin warriors standing beside Sanmengzi fell silent for a moment after hearing his words. Yes, this was war after all; survival depended on luck, and who knew... "Damn, boss, you don't have to curse us like that. Even though we can't beat you, it seems like every time the three of us team up, you're the one who gets knocked down..." The winged warrior Poli blinked, teasingly remarking. "You... Anyway, you all better survive. When Cuihua and I have a dozen big, fat kids, I'd like to treat you to drinks!" Sanmengzi puffed out his chest, his bald head shining like a lamp in the sunset's afterglow. "Alright! Damn it, if I, Costalinovis, don't get you, you bald guy, drunk, I don't deserve the title of dwarf warrior! Hmph, don't let anyone be stingy with the wine and secretly dilute it with river water like last time..." the dwarf warrior Costalinovis snorted.

"Um... I... Cuihua only brought me one jar... I... this..."

"Haha..."

Joyful laughter echoed from the city walls. Just then, the last 100,000 angels of the Holy War Alliance, shrouded in a milky-white halo since daytime, finally shed their concealing glow at dusk, revealing their menacing ranks. Like clouds in the sky, the 100,000 angels were arranged in ten rhomboid formations, each with ten thousand soldiers. This angelic legion was clearly far stronger than the one that had slaughtered 600,000 elite troops from the three kingdoms the previous night; the strange milky-white halo from the daytime clearly had a powerful amplifying effect. These angels, towering three zhang tall, were clad in gleaming silver armor, wielding nearly 1.5-zhang-long two-handed swords, their handsome, almost perfect faces now filled with bloodlust. Without any prelude, the assembled legion of 100,000 angels, their massive wings flapping, flew in perfect unison towards Yanhuang City. The deafening roar of their wings was like the piercing sound of a modern attack aircraft. The already dim sky, darkened by the approaching night, instantly became shrouded in darkness. A powerful gust of wind, like the vanguard of the army, swept towards Yanhuang City, whipping up dust and stones. "Ready! Enemy attack! Sound the alarm! Brothers, the battle has begun! Survive, and I'll treat you to drinks!" Sanmengzi's voice was drowned out by the howling roar of the angelic legion's advance. Fortunately, the squad members were well-coordinated and quickly took their positions. The gale-force winds, like giant waves, pushed massive amounts of sand and gravel against the walls of Yanhuang City. "Clang, clang

, clang..."

"Clang, clang, clang..."

In an instant, the walls of Yanhuang City were a scene of utter devastation, with piles of sand and gravel covering the top. The soldiers on the walls could only take cover in the fortifications, for the sky was a hazy yellow, making it impossible to see the enemy; venturing out would only make them easy targets. Suddenly, the roaring sound vanished, and the biting wind stopped abruptly. The Yanhuang soldiers, hiding in their cover, peeked out. But in that instant, the sky suddenly brightened, as if the sun were blazing overhead. The soldiers' eyes, just adjusting to the darkness, were momentarily blinded by the sudden light. And in that negligible moment, the nightmare began. A massive sword of light descended from the sky, without warning, as if appearing out of thin air, effortlessly slicing through the walls of Yanhuang City like a watermelon. Those warriors from various races who peeked out to attack, only to be temporarily blinded by the blinding light, were utterly cleaved in two, their bodies lying lifeless atop the wall! When the holy light sword vanished, the once majestic and sturdy walls of Yanhuang City appeared somewhat dilapidated. Although Yanhuang City was renowned as the most fortified and magnificent city among human nations, it still bore a deep crack before the holy light sword unleashed by a hundred thousand angels. However, this also demonstrated Yanhuang City's formidable strength. Consider this: in the human realm, what nation, what city, could withstand a single blow from a hundred thousand angels without collapsing? Nevertheless, nearly a thousand soldiers on the Yanhuang City walls perished on the spot. For a moment, the entire battlefield was shrouded in a deathly silence. "Haha... What a bunch of stupid idiots... You actually dare to think you can oppose the gods of the divine realm with such power? You humans are far too overestimating yourselves! Die! You lowly humans!" The arrogant and boastful voice of Stephen, the commander of the Angel Legion, rang out in mid-air. Just as Stephen was about to say a few more sarcastic remarks, or rather, a few more boastful words, a hoarse voice, like a broken basket, suddenly rang out from the top of Yanhuang City: "Damn your ancestors! You bunch of bastards, what can you do besides sneak attacks?! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one! Do you dare? You don't dare, do you? That little white-faced guy who was chattering like a sparrow, didn't your mother teach you how to be a human being when she gave birth to you?" "Keep it low-key, huh? You have too many fathers, even your mother doesn't know which parent you are, so you ended up as a fatherless bastard..." This loud voice, like a broken basket, was deafening. The entire Yanhuang city wall, both sides, heard it clearly. Stephen, who had initially wanted to boast about his side, was now furious, his handsome face turning bright red. It felt like he was enjoying a delicious abalone, only to find the bottom of the plate covered in stinking dog excrement! "I'm going to kill this bastard..." Stephen's handsome face twisted in rage. With a "whoosh!" he drew his sword and was about to fly towards the Yanhuang city wall, his wings flapping wildly, showing his extreme excitement. His carefully cultivated perfect image had been ruined by just one mouth! "My lord, don't fall for the enemy's trick! He's insulting you like this to make you lose your temper and give the wrong orders! My lord!" A ten-winged angel standing behind Stephenel quickly stopped him as he was about to rush down in a fit of rage. "Huff... huff... I... can't swallow this..." Stephenel took a few deep breaths, suppressing his urge to rush down, his handsome face pale with anger, and said bitterly. "As long as you conquer Yanhuang City, my lord, you can punish these humans however you wish..." "Hmm... that's right..." Stephenel nodded and said in a deep voice. But before he could even nod, the voice from the tattered basket came again. Stephen glanced down out of the corner of his eye, and instantly, he—no, he was furious—was fuming. On the wall of Yanhuang City, a bald man stood upright, his entire body erect. Why erect? Because this bald man had unbuckled his belt, revealing a dark, but rather imposing, "flesh spear," standing straight up, swaying back and forth, accompanied by his… A smug expression and a booming voice echoed between the two armies: "See that? This is my manhood, all proud and imposing! You pretty boy, if you've got the guts, show me your 'tool'... Don't worry, it's nothing, it's just a toothpick at most. Sigh, I bet you're just a butt-selling guy, a butt-selling guy... Ah... a butt-selling guy... Slap slap..." He then turned around and slapped his own buttocks several times, making a "slap slap" sound.

Chapter 317 My name is Evelyna

"Haha... Haha..."

"Haha... Haha... That's right, take off your pants and let's see..." "

A butt-selling guy... Ah... a butt-selling guy... Slap slap..."

A series of loud laughs rang out above the south gate of Yanhuang City.

"Since you lowly humans are courting death, then you can all... die!" Stephen's almost roaring

voice echoed in mid-air.

Then, another flash of white light appeared, and the sky brightened again. Having learned from their first experience, the people of Yanhuang City quickly took cover behind their bunkers.

Whether it was because the Holy Light Sword had consumed too much of the Angel Legion's energy or something else, the Holy Light Sword's energy was extremely

weak , leaving only a shallow mark on the walls of Yanhuang City.

Silence returned to the scene. The soldiers of Yanhuang City tightened their grip on their weapons, waiting for the appearance of this boss-level figure from the Angel Army

so they could swarm him. However, several breaths later, the enraged Angel Legion commander still hadn't appeared.

Sanmengzi, who had taken cover, grew impatient and suddenly jumped out, wanting to continue taunting Stephen, only to discover that the Angel Legion in mid-air

had vanished!

"Uh... what's going on? Could it be that the leader of that bastard gang drove me crazy and really went back to sell his ass? But

where are all those 100,000-odd bastards?" Sanmengzi scratched his bald head, puzzled.

Just then, brilliant lights suddenly lit up the sky above the four main gates of Yanhuang City—east, west, and north—illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

"Damn it! Those damn birdmen actually bypassed us! They attacked the east, west, and north gates directly!

I haven't completed the mission the deputy commander gave me. When did these birdmen become so smart...? Costalinovis, Polly, and Kiva

Shinko, you three stay and guard the magic cannon. I'm going to the east gate to kill the birdmen. You guys stay here obediently. If any birdmen slip through the net and

pass by the south gate, you all blast them down!" Sanmengzi donned his black iron heavy armor, brandished his spiked club, and addressed his

comrades.

"Sanmengzi, what do you mean? You're not calling us into battle? Are you looking down on us? Are we still brothers?" The dwarven warriors were known for their fiery tempers

. Costalinovis jumped up immediately upon hearing Sanmengzi's words, his reddish-brown beard trembling with excitement.

"It's not that I don't want to take you, but the South Gate needs you, you know? The South Gate was entrusted to us by the deputy commander. We must hold it. If we lose it,

our Yanhuang City will be doomed. So, it's not that I look down on you brothers, but this is more important than killing the birdmen!"

Sanmengzi

said, his face flushed. "Are you serious? You're not just trying to make us laugh, are you?" The goblin warrior Kiva Shinko looked up at Sanmengzi and asked cautiously.

"Of course, you're my good brothers, why would I lie to you!" Sanmengzi patted his chest and said.

"Alright then, go ahead, we'll wait for you here! Remember, you still owe us a drink!" The dwarf warrior Costalinovis raised his head

, bumped fists with Sanmengzi, and said.

"Don't worry, those birdmen can't kill me! Everyone, just wait until we wipe out those birdmen and then we'll go back and drink together!"

On the east gate of Yanhuang City.

"Haha... Haha... Is this what you humans call a scheme? Is this what you humans call a reinforcement plan? Haha...

It's utterly laughable, you ignorant reptiles, you'd better surrender soon, maybe I'll spare your dog lives if I'm in a good mood

... Haha..."

Stephen's arrogant voice rang out in mid-air on the east gate wall, and Stephen had now revealed his true form, a body nearly ten zhang tall

, his entire body covered in a set of bright silver armor that wrapped all his vitals, a four-zhang long golden sword hanging at his waist,

standing among a group of high-ranking angels, and speaking loudly.

"Is that so?" A clear, cold voice echoed from Yanhuang City, drowning out all other sounds after Stephen's voice fell

.

As soon as the words were spoken, Catherine, clad in a perfectly tailored jet-black armor, appeared above the east gate of Yanhuang City, subtly facing Stephen and his

guards .

"Not bad...not bad...Rumor has it that the Blazing Phoenix is a beauty of unparalleled grace. I've heard of her in the God Realm long ago. It's a pity she followed the wrong

person. Alas, her fate is truly difficult. But if you sincerely repent and offer Yanhuang City to me with both hands, hehe...considering your good looks

and your certain ability in military strategy, I'll grant you the rank of a six-winged angel. How about it?" Stephen

looked at Catherine, his eyes gleaming with lust, sizing her up as he spoke smugly.

"Humans are born of human mothers, and demons are born of demon mothers, but I wonder who gave birth to humans and demons?"

Catherine's , but she uttered a classic line.

"What do you mean?" Stephen's face darkened as he looked at Catherine.

"Nothing much, it's just that it's rumored that angels are genderless... well, in human terms, that's... human... demon...

so, I wonder if you, my angel, were born to your father or your mother?" Catherine feigned innocence, shrugging her shoulders.

"Hmph! You certainly have a sharp tongue, but do you really think you can stop the attack of our 100,000-strong angel legion with just your teeth?"

"Oh, I'm so scared! Your 100,000-strong angel legion is really powerful! One stomp of your foot and the entire Starry Continent trembles! Let alone my Yanhuang

City! Oh dear, you're really formidable! It's making this little girl's heart pound with fear..." Catherine said,

patting her chest with her small hand.

Surprisingly, Stephenel, despite Catherine's mockery, didn't fly into a rage as everyone expected. Instead, he floated quietly in mid-air,

a fierce glint flashing in his golden eyes, as if waiting for something.

For a moment, both sides fell silent.

"Sigh, why aren't they here yet... It's driving me crazy..." After a while, Catherine seemed to be talking to herself, but

spoke in a voice just loud enough for him to hear.

"What did you say?" Stephenel's expression changed, and he shouted at Catherine.

"What do you mean, what did I say? What did I say? Besides, even if I did say something, what's it to you? Who are you to me? Why would I tell

you?" Catherine glanced at Stephenel, and a barrage of words burst from her mouth behind her mask.

"You..." Stephenel realized he was no match for her eloquence, so he simply shut his mouth and remained silent.

"Hey... I said, are you going to fight or not? If not, then get out of here and stop disturbing my rest. You know, not getting

enough sleep affects a woman's skin! Or you can surrender, don't worry, I would never mistreat prisoners of war!" But Catherine

wasn't going to let him off the hook. Her incessant chatter was like sonic weapons blasting straight into Stephenel's ears.

Remember how Tang Sanzang tortured those two Bull Demon King's henchmen in "A Chinese Odyssey"? Stephenel felt a bit like those two Bull

Demon King's henchmen now.

"Damn it, shut the hell up!" Stephenel roared, glaring at Catherine who was still

chattering away , preparing for her next attack. He nearly drew his sword and stabbed himself through the heart.

"Tch, who are you to tell me to shut up? At least my husband should be the one to shut up! You're

neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, without father, mother, wife, or children. What right do you have to order me around? Do you even know that?" But all he got in return was an even more ferocious sonic attack.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore! I'm not waiting any longer! Even if I fail this time, I'll kill you!" Stephenel finally couldn't withstand Catherine's unparalleled sonic assault. He drew his sword, roared, and charged

at Catherine.

Catherine, unfazed by Stephenel's attack, was delighted. Without any visible movement, a bow appeared in her hand.

A dragon was carved on the ice-blue bow, its sapphire-like eyes radiating a melancholic glow. The bowstring seemed almost imperceptible, and the entire bow exuded a powerful aura.

"Not good!" Stephen felt a frightening aura emanating from the bow and couldn't help but cry out inwardly.

But it was too late. A streak of icy blue lightning flashed across the sky, like a sorrowful ripple, traversing time and space, shooting straight towards Stephen's heart.

Stephen's momentum was already waning; he had charged forward with all his might in his rage, and in that instant, he couldn't change his course. He was about to be pierced through by the arrow.

"Ah!" A short, painful scream echoed through the air.

"You're not Catherine!" Stephen threw down the guard who had just grabbed him to block the fatal arrow and looked at Catherine, dozens of feet away, with lingering fear.

"Correct! Too bad there's no prize!" Catherine ripped off her mask, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Long purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a mischievous glint appeared on her pretty face. She twirled her longbow playfully and said, "The elven princess—Avelia!"

Chapter 318 Switching Pieces

"Avelia?" Stephen's pupils contracted, his face immediately darkening, becoming icy cold.

"You elves dare to defy the covenant of the gods and help these blasphemers? Aren't you afraid of being scorned by the goddess of spirits?"

"Come on, twelve-winged bird-men, others may not know, but don't you? Who severely injured the elven goddess tens of thousands of years ago, causing her to slumber

until now? Hmph, don't forget how I got this bow!" Upon hearing Stephen mention the elven goddess, Avelia immediately...

Interrupting him, he raised his bow and said angrily,

"The Sigh of the Goddess... No wonder, I wondered how there could be an arrow in the world that even I couldn't dodge, but I didn't expect it to be

the Sigh ... But do you think that the small population of the Elven race can help these blasphemers? Hmph, considering that your Elven

race has never spoken disrespectfully to the gods, I will let you off the hook. You should retreat to the Elven Forest at once. If

you insist on helping Yanhuang City, then your entire race can expect to be buried with Yanhuang City!" Stephenel

said with a vicious look.

"Waaah... Mom... Someone is bullying me... Waaah..." Unexpectedly, Evelya on the other side suddenly

burst into tears, and the more she cried, the louder and more heartbroken she became.

"..." Stephenel and the other angels looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Ahem... Catherine, is this your way of treating guests?" Stephenel suddenly raised his voice, addressing everyone around.

"What, you look down on me?" Evelyna played with the Goddess's Sigh in her hand, an arrow already nocked on her bowstring.

"Lord Stephenel, esteemed guests, I, Catherine, have failed to greet you properly..." A clear, almost cold female voice rang out. "Immediately following, in

contrast to this icy voice, a scorching aura swept over everyone. Even Stephenel's angels, high above Yanhuang City, felt

this contradictory aura, a mixture of icy coldness and intense heat.

The next moment, Catherine appeared in everyone's sight, clad in jet-black armor and wielding a spear that resembled a poisonous dragon.

"Catherine has been waiting for you!" "Like the biting wind of winter, or the molten lava about to erupt from a volcano,

the two contrasting qualities of icy cold and fiery heat were perfectly combined in Catherine.

" "Haha... The main character has arrived..." Stephen laughed, whether to cover his earlier embarrassment or to show off to Catherine.

"Yanhuang City is quite lively now, isn't it?" Stephen asked meaningfully.

"Thanks to you, Yanhuang City is very peaceful now, except for a few fleas causing trouble occasionally, and then..." Catherine paused, glancing at Stephen seemingly

intentionally or unintentionally .

-- "And then what?" Stephen unconsciously interjected.

"And then I was very unhappy, so I caught that flea." Catherine said casually.

"Oh, really? I thought with your skill level, you should have found that flea long ago, why did you only go so late?" "Stephen said with a hint

of .

"Because I found a thin thread tied to the flea's leg. And a foolish idiot, thinking himself clever, held the other end of the thread...

" Catherine said casually, as if it were a perfectly ordinary matter.

"Hmph... Miss Catherine, perhaps you don't know that the flea has already

told ! I wonder what Miss Catherine thinks?" Stephen said, almost enunciating each word.

"What do I think? An idiot will always be an idiot, he can never become a genius!" Catherine said, a mocking curve curving her icy face

.

"You... Fine! Fine! Fine! Then let's see who's better! Okay..." Stephen, having been thwarted by both Evelyn and Catherine

, was extremely annoyed and said bitterly.

"Wait." "

Oh? I wonder what advice Miss Catherine has for you?" Stephenel asked, a glint of interest in his eyes.

"This flea is for you. Next time Lord Stephenel sends fleas, please send a more formidable one. Otherwise, it's a rather unchallenging

task." "After Catherine finished speaking, she waved her hand behind her.

Under the night sky, which had been turned into daylight by the Angel Legion, about a hundred berserkers clad in heavy black iron armor walked up the Yanhuang City wall. The one in the lead, with

a square head and large ears, his hair shiny and his small eyes darting around in their sockets, was none other than

Kuang Tianxiong, who had been punished by Catherine during the day to copy the great poet Drunk Tiger's "Luoxiao Collection". However, Kuang Tianxiong seemed to be in a sorry state now, with some minor injuries on his body.

Following Kuang Tianxiong was the chieftain of the Cui Ren tribe, whose hair and beard were all white, but who did not show any signs of age.

Of course, none of these were the most conspicuous. The most conspicuous was Ye Xinghen, who was surrounded by about a hundred berserkers and bound hand and foot!

Ye Xinghen was in a sorry state as he was bound hand and foot. The once handsome young general in white robes and silver armor was now disheveled, covered in blood

, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Lord Stephenel, I've brought you your flea..." Catherine said to

Stephenel .

"It's just a flea, nothing serious... I'm just curious, how did you capture him? With his current strength

, those hundred berserkers behind you couldn't possibly have captured him, and you didn't even make a move, because I couldn't sense any high-level

energy fluctuations within Yanhuang City!" Stephenel glanced at Ye Xinghen indifferently and asked Catherine.

"Power isn't simply one plus one equals two. If combined well, it might be greater than two, even far greater than two. Of course, the prerequisite is that you must be

smart , but unfortunately, with your aptitude, it's really... sigh, never mind... lest someone be sad..." Catherine replied calmly

.

"Haha... Is that so? Catherine, do you think I don't know you know he's the mole?" "You think I don't know the old winged man

is using a ruse? You think I don't know the defensive map you had him give me was your doing? Haha...

Catherine, let me tell you... I know all your intentions! And my intentions? Do you know? Today's victory will belong to me,

Stephenel !" Stephenel laughed in mid-air, looking at Catherine mockingly.

"Is that so?"

"Then let's try! Prepare!" Stephenel grinned maliciously at Catherine, his right hand suddenly bursting with a blinding light. Then,

angels from the Angel Legion around Yanhuang City appeared. These angels were arranged according to a certain pattern, and judging from their numbers,

it was as if they knew the defenses of Yanhuang City. They easily found the weak points in the city's troop deployment.

"How about that... Haha... Did you really think I would believe your defensive map?" I knew all along that my hidden pawn couldn't possibly

escape your search. Given that, do you really think I'd believe the defense map you leaked? Such a simplistic thing, you call that a strategy

? And you actually dared to try and fool me with just a map? You humans are utterly foolish, utterly foolish!" Seeing the angelic legion...

Stepping into their pre-arranged battle positions, Stephenl seemed to see himself breaching Yanhuang City, and burst into laughter.

"Ignorant!" The winged-human chieftain standing behind Kuang Tianxiong suddenly scoffed.

"Oh...this isn't our great hero...hmm...perhaps our undercover hero...hehe...what a pity...your acting is just too bad...too bad...and...remember...don't treat everyone like fools!" Stephenl, perhaps feeling victory was assured, pointed at the winged-human chieftain and laughed loudly.

"Right, you must be wondering why Ye Xinghen is one of my men! Haha, then I'll show you!" Stephenl increasingly felt he had the situation under control, pointing at Ye Xinghen surrounded by berserkers and laughing loudly. Then, a milky-white halo condensed into a ball of light from Stephenl's right palm and hurled it at Ye Xinghen.

Before anyone could react, Ye Xinghen, struck by the ball of light, convulsed violently. Then, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, a gash appeared on his forehead. The gash grew larger and larger, eventually sliding down to his neck, revealing a face completely opposite to Ye Xinghen's: golden hair, a chiseled face, a hooked nose, and thick lips—a complete stranger's face.

"Let me introduce you, this is our Temple Knights' commander—oh, wait, I should say the former one, Beckham!" Stephen said smugly to the crowd from Yanhuang City.

"Well, by the way, I'm sure you're all wondering how our Holy See managed to switch things out! Well... I'm sure... well, you remember when you sent Ye Xinghen to the western part of the Great Qin to recall the Thunder Gate? Unfortunately, we discovered it by chance. This Ye Xinghen is quite a figure; it took seven of our Holy Light Temple warrior captains to capture him. The rest is simple..." Stephen shrugged, a cruel, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, and looked at the Yanhuang group.

Chapter 319 Rage

"Roar~~" A low, angry roar, like the grief and indignation before a flash flood, gradually enveloped the sky above Yanhuang City.

An aura of boundless anger and tragic grandeur slowly spread throughout the area.

"Humans, is this your emotion? Or does it represent your stupidity?" Stephen glanced with amusement at the man hidden among the soldiers of Yanhuang City—a man clad in golden armor, with hair like a lion's mane, and carrying a blue greatsword. He then gave the Yanhuang soldiers a disdainful look and spoke.

"Roar~~" Another low, muffled roar echoed as the Yanhuang City soldiers parted to make way for Lei Men, the "Raging Lion," who, clad in golden armor and with lion-like hair, somewhat rudely pushed his way through the crowd of his comrades, standing behind Evelyn and Catherine. Looking at "Ye Xinghen," who was being held captive by the berserkers, his glaring eyes resembled those of a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

As Qin Feng's first true direct subordinate and the first person Qin Feng taught Chinese martial arts, Lei Men could be said to have upheld some of the Chinese traditions passed down by Qin Feng, such as loyalty and righteousness. Just

as Lei Men was taught the Henghou Killing Spear Technique by Qin Feng, a technique used by Zhang Fei (Zhang Yide) in the Three Kingdoms period, Ye Xinghen was also taught the Rain of Pear Blossoms Technique by Qin Feng, a technique used by Zhao Yun (Zhao Zilong), a general in the Three Kingdoms period. In a sense, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Lei Men and Ye Xinghen were fellow disciples. Now, hearing that his junior brother had been treated this way, Lei Men

, with his lion-like personality, would certainly not let it go easily. "Oh, isn't this our Lei Men Legion Commander? What, want to avenge your subordinates? Too bad, you'll never have the chance, because I am a god, and you are just a human. Humans can never defeat gods!" Stephenel laughed loudly, looking at Lei Men, who was hanging his head and making "whooshing" noises.

"God... God... So what if he's a god!" The Angry Lion Thunder Gate lowered his head, letting out a broken, muffled roar. With the final "So what?", a burst of scorching heat erupted from Thunder Gate, shooting straight at the imposter disguised as a member of the Holy See, who was being held captive by the berserkers.

"Ah... Yahhhhhh!" The Holy See assassin suddenly felt a wave of heat that seemed to scorch his very soul, engulfing him. Then, his muscles, blood, and bones felt as if they were being forcibly torn apart. Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, he couldn't help but scream in agony.

"Tsk tsk... What's the use... Is this how you avenge your brother?" Seeing the Papal warrior struggling under the wrath of the Thunder Gate, Stephenel wasn't angry at all; instead, he seemed quite excited:

"Strengthen it a bit more, yes, that'll make him suffer even more. An explosion to death would be quite spectacular... Haha..." Stephenel seemed to be enjoying a performance, and finally, he even urged the Thunder Gate to speed up the killing of the Papal warrior.

"Ahhhhh!" A scream abruptly stopped. Under the Thunder Gate's powerful pressure, the Papal warrior let out a short scream before "poof!" and shattered into pieces of flesh, the strong stench staining his black clothes a gruesome color.

"Good! Good! Not bad, hmm. Very good... Haha..." Seeing this, Stephenel's eyes flashed with excitement. He stuck out his tongue, licked the smear of crimson flesh that had fallen to the corner of his mouth, smacked it, and said...

A handsome face, a ferocious expression—all blended together strangely in the darkness. --

With a "whoosh," Lei Men, having killed the Vatican assassin who had impersonated Ye Xinghen, exuded an even stronger, more menacing aura.

"What, you want to kill me? Then try it..." Stephenel's eyes flashed with a cruel smile as he provocatively looked at Lei Men.

"Huff...huff..." Despite knowing he was no match for his opponent, Lei Men, as a warrior and commander of tens of thousands, still possessed the dignity of a warrior and a commander. He was about to draw his deep blue greatsword when he was suddenly stopped by Catherine, who had been coldly observing.

"Commander Lei Men, calm down!" Catherine's voice was like unyielding ice, instantly clearing Lei Men's mind. Recalling the scene just now, he broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at Stephenel, he glared at Catherine with venomous hatred.

Upon hearing the news that Ye Xinghen had been framed by the Holy See, Stephen was filled with anger and resentment. Stephen had witnessed this, and his sarcastic remarks were intended to incite the emotionally unstable Lei Men to act rashly and seek revenge for Ye Xinghen, only to be killed by the waiting Stepol. This would greatly diminish the morale of Yanhuang City. Unfortunately, Stephen's plan was seen through by Catherine, who was observing coldly from the sidelines…

“A demigod of the divine realm resorting to such despicable methods is truly an eye-opener. Alas, man proposes, God disposes…” Catherine said coldly.

“Hmph, so what? What can you do to me?” Stephen's handsome face flushed, but he quickly retorted, somewhat angrily.

"Whether I can defeat you or not, let's see who's stronger!" Catherine smiled slightly, her smile as radiant as a hundred flowers in full bloom, exuding boundless charm. Yet, the spear in her hand resembled a venomous dragon, emitting a dark, sinister glow.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!" Stephenl grinned maliciously, raising his right hand slightly.

As if in response to Stephenl, a strange array of intense light suddenly erupted outside the outer walls of Yanhuang City.

Chapter 320 Ambush

"Haha... How about it, you damned humans, are you terrified? Do you feel your souls trembling? Haha... Too bad, it's too late. Regret is useless now. You will forever remain just gods..."

"Slaves!" Seeing that the angelic legion had already formed its ranks according to his previous arrangements, Stephen felt a sense of absolute power, looking mockingly at

the soldiers .

"What, are you dissatisfied? Are you surprised that I didn't deploy my troops according to the troop deployment on the Yanhuang City defense map you deliberately leaked? Haha... You humans are truly foolish

. Since I could guess that your defense troop deployment map was fake, why would I deploy my troops according to it?" "Haha... How foolish you are! Too bad you're about to go to hell,

oh no, I'll take your souls to the realm of gods... and let you taste the flavors of the divine realm..." Stephenl spoke arrogantly, as if the people of Yanhuang City were already his

prisoners .

The 100,000-strong angelic legion, like tigers descending a mountain, launched a fierce attack on the weaknesses in Yanhuang City's defenses, following Stephenl's plan.

In an instant, the once pitch-black night was illuminated by a dazzling white light, the intense light seemingly proclaiming the power of the gods.

Heaven and earth seemed to tremble under the attack of these 100,000 angels. Yanhuang City, standing on the Mayan wasteland, was like a reef facing a towering wave, majestic and unmoving.

Beams of silver light, like lasers from Star Wars, struck the city walls of Yanhuang City, producing dull thuds, reminiscent of battles in the age of modern weaponry.

"Haha... you lowly humans still want to resist?" "Your resistance is as weak as ants before the gods, poor humans... The gods forgive your ignorance, but you are

too arrogant..." Stephenl seemed to see the destruction of Yanhuang City, laughing mockingly at Catherine and the others.

However, what puzzled Stephenl, or rather, displeased him, was that Catherine, as the leader of Yanhuang City, showed no sign of panic in the face of the angelic army's relentless bombardment. A shadow fell over

Stephenl's heart, but as a twelve-winged demigod-level angel, vanity and pride forced him to suppress this unease, staring intently at the Yanhuang City group.

"There's a human word that perfectly describes your current state," Catherine said, showing no concern for the seemingly disadvantaged Yanhuang City. Instead, she gripped her jet-

black spear, looking at Stephenl as if he were a clown in a performance.

"Hmph." "You don't need to pretend anymore. You've angered the gods; death is your only fate. And I, as a lesser god second only to the chief god, will never be

deceived ! Catherine, putting everything else aside, you are indeed a formidable opponent. Your talent among humans is truly outstanding! Unfortunately, you've met me, a

god insurmountable to you humans, so you are destined to fail!" Stephenel said arrogantly.

"Rather than saying you're arrogant, it's more accurate to say you're too clever for your own good!" Catherine said with a mocking smile.

"Arrogant? Too clever for your own good? Haha...haha...not bad, very apt, but it seems to be misused. Perhaps it's more fitting to describe you lot!

Haha ..." Stephenel laughed loudly.

"Is that so? Then let's see, let's begin!" Catherine's mocking smile deepened, and her jet-black spear suddenly erupted with a burst of scorching flames. In an instant, the night sky, previously illuminated by the holy light of the angelic

legion burned crimson.

Catherine's move was like a command, or perhaps a secret signal. With this spear strike that ignited the sky above Yanhuang City, a cataclysmic change occurred within the city!

From the hidden bunkers atop the towering walls of Yanhuang City, tens of thousands of soldiers from various races surged forth, densely packed towards the front lines. The

previously chaotic scene became clear with the sudden appearance of these soldiers.

It was as if they had agreed upon... These suddenly appearing soldiers charged towards the densest concentration of the angelic legion, and at the forefront were none other than the most elite Behemoth warriors of the orcish race!

These Behemoth warriors, or rather, all the orcish warriors who suddenly appeared, were unlike the orcish warriors of the past. Orcish warriors were usually clad in animal skins

, wielding rudimentary weapons, some even made of bone. But these orcish warriors were not only completely encased in thick black iron armor, but also wielded

various axes, hammers, maces, and other weapons meticulously crafted by dwarven masters.

"Roar... Boom... Boom!" The leading Behemoth warrior, after charging to the front line, let out a low roar and swung his massive black iron claws towards the head of the

smug four-winged angel who had just killed a winged human warrior!

The four-winged angel, as expected of an angel far surpassing mortals, despite his smugness, sensed the intense killing intent emanating from the Behemoth warrior. He quickly cast

a holy light shield around himself, colliding head-on with the Behemoth warrior's outstretched steel claws with a dull thud.

"Roar..." A fierce crimson glint flashed in the Behemoth warrior's eyes beneath his dark mask, and his steel claws flashed with a cold light as he grabbed towards the four-winged angel's wings.

"You lowly orc, you're courting death!" "That four-winged angel was no pushover either; its enhanced longsword swung towards the Behemoth warrior's neck.

Just then, a dull, dark arrow silently shot towards the angel's throat!

'Hmph, when did the elves become so despicable?!'" The four-winged angel was unfazed, coldly snorting as it flapped its four wings, soaring several feet into the air. It swung its longsword forward,

deflecting the dark arrow, and uttered a sarcastic remark.

However, this four-winged angel seemed to have underestimated the power of the black arrow, and more importantly, forgot that the Behemoth warriors were the most powerful land warriors on the entire continent, even berserkers would have to

admit defeat !

The price of underestimating them was life!

Chapter 321 Netherworld God-Slaying Powder

With a hissing sound like tearing paper, in the four-winged angel's incredulous gaze, the Behemoth warrior's claws, as if tearing open a roasted chicken wing, grabbed the two pairs of wings on the four-winged angel's back and easily ripped them off!

Instantly, golden blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound on the four-winged angel's back!

"Oh! No! Damn it, how dare these barbaric and ignorant orcs harm my noble body?!" The wounded four-winged angel watched as the Behemoth warrior stuffed his own wing into his mouth, chewing it with a "crunch...crunch..." sound, groaning in pain.

Sadly, he would never know the answer, for the next moment, the Behemoth warrior's pair of dark, gleaming claws landed on the four-winged angel (let's call him a four-winged angel for now, even though he now had no wings), and as easily as slicing a watermelon, without the slightest resistance, the four-winged angel's handsome head flew into the air.

His wide-open eyes, the undisguised panic and fear in them, sent a chill down the spines of all the angelic legions. It seemed that these creatures, who in their eyes had been no more than ants, were not as easy to deal with as they had imagined!

"Bloodthirsty God Curse? Netherworld God-Slaying Powder?! Damn it, weren't these two things destroyed in the last war? How could they be? How could they reappear? Impossible, no! Damn it, where did you get these two things from?! How can you use these two things?!" Stephen's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Catherine, his voice booming with accusation.

"That's a strange question. Why can't we use these two things? Are you so-called gods allowed to raise your swords against us mortals, but we mortals aren't allowed to slay gods?" Catherine's sarcasm deepened as she spoke leisurely.

"You... I remember now. During the last war between gods and demons, although the orcish great prophet was killed, it seems his grandson disappeared without a trace. We searched the entire continent but couldn't find him. We thought he was dead. Unexpectedly, he not only successfully evaded our divine search but also passed down the recipe for this damned Netherworld God-Slaying Powder. And today he appeared with the elves.

Now that I think about it, only the elven goddess could have allowed him to escape, right? The elves, hmph, very good, very good!" Stephen's face was twisted beyond recognition as he glared fiercely at Catherine, as if he wanted to devour her, and roared angrily.

"Tch, what's wrong with us elves? At least we're not like some people—oh, wait, I forgot you can't be described as 'humans,' you know. We elves, while not as powerful as you angels, are far more virtuous. Unlike you, who outwardly appear kind and benevolent but are actually full of wicked schemes! Humph. What's wrong with us elves? We're better than you dog-skinned angels!" Standing beside Catherine, Evelyn's face tightened upon hearing Stephenel's words, her beautiful eyes widening as she stared at him.

"Alright, sister, don't get angry with this idiot angel," Catherine said coldly, glancing at Stephenel before turning to Evelyn beside her.

"Hmph, he's such a coward. Not even worth getting angry at!" Evelyn pouted, speaking with disdain.

As the saying goes, "Of all the people in the world, only petty men and women are difficult to deal with. "

Faced with Catherine and Evelyn's coordinated attack, Stephenel was furious beyond measure. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he roared and leaped into the air, a blinding milky-white halo flashing from the sky.

"Ahhhhhh! I, Stephenel, swear in the name of the gods, I swear I will not rest until I have killed you two!" Stephenel's furious voice echoed from mid-air.

After the white light, Stephenel's figure appeared before everyone.

His body was ten zhang tall, clad in silver armor that resembled dragon scales, his twelve full wings flapping freely, accompanied by intoxicating hymns. A halo of divine light further accentuated his imposing stature.

His powerful aura caused the entire space to tremble with a hissing sound.

"Clang~~~" Stephenl coldly drew the ornate greatsword from his back. The five-zhang-long blade was engraved with countless intricate runes, and an aura of destruction emanated from it.

A heavy pressure emanated from Stephenl, making everyone feel their breath catch in their throats.

"Humble humans, you have finally angered me… Very well… Very well… Since the last war between gods and demons, I have never revealed my true form. This time, you have succeeded. So, die!" Stephenl's voice boomed through the air, like thunder.

"Tch, what's so great about you? Just a twelve-winged birdman, what's with the show? I'll shoot you down!" Evelyn's face paled slightly, then her beautiful eyes widened. The divine artifact, the Sigh of the Goddess, emanated a chilling aura. The next moment, a dark, lusterless arrow was nocked on the faintly visible bowstring of the Sigh of the Goddess.

"In the name of the Elf Goddess, I summon the Golden-Winged Unicorn, the guardian beast of the Elf race!" With Evelya's summons, a unicorn six zhang long appeared out of thin air above Yanhuang City. Unlike others, this unicorn possessed two golden, bird-like wings on its ribs, and its golden horn was a full six zhang long.

Evelya effortlessly climbed onto the Golden-Winged Unicorn's back, and without even aiming, fired an arrow at Stephenel's eye with the Goddess's Sigh!

A black streak flashed through the air; the arrow, coated with Netherworld God-Slaying Powder, carried curses and deathly energy, shooting towards Stephenel's right eye, reaching within an inch of his face almost instantly.

However, the arrow stopped there, seemingly encountering some obstacle an inch before Stephenel's right eye. A sharp scraping sound caused some of the less skilled warriors to feel dizzy.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful you are, you're still just a mortal. Before us gods, you're no stronger than an ant!" Stephenel crushed the arrow in front of him, laughing arrogantly.

Chapter 322 A Blow to the Head

"Is that so? Then let me see just how strong you gods really are!" Just as Stephenel grinned as he crushed the arrow shot by Evelya, a cold voice rang out. At the same time, a powerful pressure descended from mid-air, its aura even slightly stronger than Stephenel's.

Catherine!

Just as Stephenel was laughing and proclaiming his strength, Catherine finally summoned her mount, the Phoenix.

Dark red flames, seemingly capable of incinerating everything in the world, instantly burned away the air above Yanhuang City. Whether it was the soldiers of Yanhuang City or the members of the Angel Legion, everyone felt an involuntary difficulty breathing.

However, compared to the shocking effect of Stephenel's true appearance earlier, Catherine's appearance seemed somewhat low-key.

However, as the Chinese proverb goes, "A barking dog doesn't bite, and a biting dog doesn't bark." Although Catherine and her mount's entrance lacked the dazzling aura and hymns of Stephen's, this almost silent pressure was even more chilling.

Catherine, riding the phoenix, was still clad in her black armor, but this time, the armor shimmered with faint purple markings, like countless intricate mosquitoes, gleaming with an enigmatic light. Her mask concealed her beautiful face, making her expression unclear, but the emotionless light in her eyes was unmistakable.

Stephen's expression turned solemn. His twelve wings fluttered slowly, and he raised his holy sword, gazing at Catherine.

With a deafening boom, everyone felt a sudden darkness. The sky, previously illuminated by the angelic legion's holy light, suddenly dimmed. A black lightning bolt, resembling a venomous dragon, flashed from the sky and struck Stephenel's massive holy sword.

"Ahhh!" Stephenel, worthy of being an angel at the demigod level, widened his eyes and roared. Just as the black lightning was about to strike, he swiftly blocked it with his holy sword. Instantly, the two massive energies, black and white, collided violently, causing a violent clash in the space itself.

"Boom!" Thunder rumbled across the sky, as violent as if the world were ending.

Without any warning, several cracks appeared on the walls of Yanhuang City, below where Catherine and Stephenel were fighting, which were said to be the most sturdy on the entire continent!

Some Yanhuang City soldiers with insufficient power were torn to shreds by the aftershocks of this powerful energy collision, leaving not even a scream!

With a barely audible "whoosh," Stephenel, who was completely focused on his fight with Catherine, suddenly shivered and instinctively leaned back. A gust of cold wind swept across Stephenel's face, making him feel a chill from the bottom of his heart. There was also a hint of relief.

Taking advantage of a gap in Catherine's attack, he looked down and saw a second black lightning bolt shooting down from below. Without time to think, Stephenel's massive body rolled backward, looking just like a donkey rolling around!

But Stephenel couldn't care less about that at the moment; after all, his life was at stake!

"Oh. So this is our demigod? He looks just like a rolling donkey to me! Tsk tsk, I've learned something new, haven't I? This humble woman is..." Evelyn's sarcastic words accompanied a barrage of deadly poisoned arrows aimed at Stephenel's head.

Just as Stephenel was secretly wiping away a cold sweat, relieved to have escaped unscathed, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his head. Catherine had seized the opportunity, and as she pulled her spear back, she slammed it into Stephenel's forehead, making him see stars. Fortunately, Stephenel was quite skilled, and Catherine's move was merely a casual strike, thus causing him little damage. However, in terms of morale, it undoubtedly greatly boosted the morale of the Yanhuang City side.

The Yanhuang City soldiers, who had been suppressed by the Angel Legion's fierce tactics, launched a powerful counterattack. Some of the war weapons crafted by master craftsmen, hidden behind walls and fortifications, revealed their menacing faces.

Arrows coated with Netherworld God-Slaying Powder and catapults whistled through the air, raining down on the Angel Legion's dense formation!

The Netherworld God-Slaying Powder, a potion that appeared during the last war between gods and demons and is considered a "forbidden item" for life, is a testament to the fact that angels in the divine realm possess reincarnation pools, allowing them to be reborn as long as their souls remain alive. Therefore, in each battle against the angels, when both sides should be nearly exhausted, the angelic army's numbers not only fail to decrease but actually increase, ultimately leading to their defeat and being overwhelmed. This is one of the main reasons why the angels of the divine realm can ride above many races and become the de facto rulers of this world.

However, at the height of the last war between gods and demons, just when the angels of the divine realm saw hope for victory, two things appeared that caused them to pay a heavy price: the Bloodthirsty Berserker Curse, researched at the cost of their lives by the Great Prophet of the Orcs in conjunction with the most elite shamanic priests of various races, and the Netherworld God-Slaying Powder, created by the most elite alchemists of the goblin race!

The Bloodthirsty God Curse is similar to a curse, or perhaps more accurately, a virus. It infects the souls of angels afflicted with it, causing them to experience various negative emotions and ultimately self-destruct. If an angel soul afflicted by the Bloodthirsty God Curse is reincarnated in the Reincarnation Pool, its negative effects will contaminate the entire pool, corrupting all the angel souls within.

The Netherworld God-Slaying Powder, on the other hand, is a poison specifically designed to destroy or devour souls. Even a demigod of the twelve-winged angel level is not immune if poisoned. Relatively speaking, the Netherworld God-Slaying Powder is far more terrifying than the Bloodthirsty God Curse. After all, a twelve-winged demigod evolves from countless two-winged angels over countless years. Even losing a pool of low-ranking angels is something the gods of the divine realm are unwilling to lose.

After paying a heavy price, although the gods of the divine realm eliminated these two threats to their rule, they were severely weakened and forced to rely on cultivating forces in the human realm to maintain their dominance.

Chapter 323 Glory Saint* Mosox

You...you actually...disregard the rules...you have desecrated the spirit of chivalry. Stephen, who had been struck on the head with his spear shaft by Catherine in front of all the angels and the soldiers of Yanhuang City, was furious. His handsome face flushed red, and his fiery eyes glared at Catherine as he loudly questioned,

"The spirit of chivalry?!" Catherine, riding on the phoenix, almost misheard and nearly fell off. Ever since experiencing the selfish and self-serving true face of the Papacy, or rather, the gods of the divine realm, the so-called chivalrous education she had received since childhood had crumbled in Catherine's heart. One could also say that the beastly gods of the divine realm had destroyed the faith they had built in the hearts of mortals!

"If you had spoken of chivalry two or three years ago, I would have solemnly explained it to you as a knight. But now, I, Catherine, am ashamed of your so-called 'knighthood'! You so-called gods are not worthy to mention 'chivalry'!" Catherine's eyes flashed coldly as she looked at Stephenel.

"You..." Stephenel had already lost face due to Catherine and Evelyn's combined attack, and now, after being rebuked by Catherine, he was speechless, pointing at her with his left hand, unable to utter a word.

"What 'you'? Take this!" Riding on the phoenix, Catherine swung her spear, and her mount, the phoenix, understood and let out a long cry, charging straight at Stephenel like a blood-red meteor.

Stephenel's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his right hand, which had been behind him, suddenly lit up with a dazzling light as he swung it at Catherine who was charging towards him!

"Holy Glory of Mosox Slash!"

With Stephenel's shout, a crescent-shaped energy blade, accompanied by a soul-stirring whistle, left Stephenel's right hand and struck towards Catherine.

Holy Glory of Mosox Slash, a signature technique of Stephenel, a lesser god among the gods of the divine realm, is derived from the Holy Glory of Flame Sky-Splitting Slash, the signature technique of Stephenel's teacher, the God of War. Although it cannot compare to the God of War's Holy Glory of Flame Sky-Splitting Slash in terms of effect, among the gods of the divine realm, even among the twelve main gods, few can withstand Stephenel's full-force attack.

The crescent-shaped energy blade initially appeared to be comparable to the greatsword in Stephenel's hand. However, the closer it got to Yanhuang City, the wider the blade became, eventually expanding to a full ten zhang (approximately 33 meters)! Moreover, the energy of the blade grew increasingly stronger, eventually illuminating the sky above Yanhuang City as if

it were daytime. This forced Catherine to make a choice: either take the full force of Stephen's attack head-on, the outcome of which was uncertain, or dodge it. In the latter case, she would be safe, but the walls of Yanhuang City would inevitably be breached, leaving Yanhuang City, which was already in a superior position, exposed to the angelic legion's firepower without any protection. The consequences...

Stephen's attack was extremely vicious, forcing Catherine to choose between Yanhuang City and herself!

After unleashing the Glorious Holy Mosox Slash, Stephen had clearly consumed a lot of energy. The holy light around him had dimmed considerably, and the captivating hymn that had surrounded him was almost inaudible.

"You're despicable!" Avelia, perched atop the Yanhuang City wall, blushed crimson with indignation. This twelve-winged bird-man had been acting from the start, making them believe they had everything under control and feigning subservience to her and her sister Catherine, all for this decisive blow! What a cunning scheme! No wonder her mother warned them to be wary of these bird-men, especially those with more wings!

Avelia's face flushed crimson with anxiety. Gritting her teeth, she gripped her golden-winged unicorn tightly with her legs, following Catherine as she charged towards the blade of light that nearly rivaled the sun. The divine artifact, the Sigh of the Goddess, unfolded inch by inch in her hand.

"Noble Elf Goddess, your descendant Avelia begs for your power, at the cost of my hundred years of life, to destroy this demon before me! Divine Skill—The Sigh of…Life…!"

As Evelya chanted, a dazzling ice-blue halo enveloped her and the golden-winged unicorn beneath her. With each syllable she uttered, a mouthful of blood spurted from her small mouth, staining the ice-blue bow—her divine weapon. This was

the Sigh of Life, a sacred technique of the Elven race, meaning it cost life itself. The greater the life sacrifice, the greater the effect of the arrow. This divine skill was possessed only by the Elven royal family, hence it was also known as the royal family's innate skill.

Previously, in Vermilion Bird City, to save Catherine, Evelya had fired a Sigh of Life costing ten years of her own life, terrifying even the then-enemy Phoenix. One could only imagine the terrifying power of this arrow, costing a hundred years of life!

However, it seemed this wasn't over yet. Just before these two powerful energies above Yanhuang City began their deadly clash, a third energy, no less powerful than the two, tore apart the fragile spacetime barrier in this area!

"Nine Nether Phoenix... Death Hell Wave!" With a chilling voice that seemed to transcend time and space, Catherine and her fiery red phoenix, who had been charging towards Stephenel, instantly turned pitch black, enveloped by a thick, inky aura of energy. They transformed into an energy wave, rushing head-on towards Stephenel's Glory Saint *Mosox Slash!

Without the slightest hesitation, Catherine and Evelyn simultaneously chose to confront the Glory Saint *Mosox Slash, the one they weren't sure they could withstand!

Stephenel was secretly alarmed. He had thought his Glory Saint *Mosox Slash wasn't meant to eliminate Catherine or Evelyn, but rather to blast apart the sturdy walls of Yanhuang City! Because he believed that every human being cherished their own life and would never sacrifice themselves for others.

Unfortunately, he forgot that there was something in this world he could neither grasp nor understand—love!

Chapter 324 Because of Love:

Red, black, and blue—three completely different energy waves finally collided violently above Yanhuang City!

Night turned to day, countless colorful sparks scattered across the sky, the intense tremors causing the heavens and earth to tremble involuntarily, as if

the end of the world had arrived. Smoke and dust filled the air, choking people, golden rain mixed with flakes of white feathers danced wildly in the air

, and crimson blood stained the proud walls of Yanhuang City!

The desperate screams and cries of agony sounded utterly pale in this chaotic world; life seemed exceptionally insignificant in this unprecedented collision

!

The collision of Stephen, Catherine, and Evelya's combined energies tore a spatial rift open above Yanhuang City, like the cold yet excited eye of

a demon watching everything unfold. Some members of the Angel Legion who were too close were inadvertently

sucked into this spatial rift and transported to an unknown world.

A figure of ice-blue energy plummeted from mid-air to the ground like a shooting star.

"Am I going to die...? You big bad guy... Aren't you going to come back to see me...? You'll blame me for not doing my best, won't you...?

But ... but I really... really want to see you one more time... That's why I didn't use my thousand-year life as the price... Because we

... the Elf race only has a lifespan of seven or eight hundred years... I'm afraid... I'm afraid that if I used my thousand-year life as the price... I would

die immediately... and never see you again... You big bad guy... forgive me..." Evelya felt pain all over her body

, as if all her bones had shattered. She didn't even have the strength to move a finger, and her mind was somewhat dazed.

Suddenly, a dark figure swooped down from the sky and caught the delirious Evelya.

It was Catherine!

Catherine's condition was beyond description. Her once imposing, jet-black armor was mostly gone, revealing skin

splattered with blood. Her helmet was missing, revealing her stunning face, though the pale gold of her features and the

bright red indicated the severity of her injuries. The jet-black spear in her hand was twisted beyond recognition.

Her mount, the phoenix, now resembled a plucked turkey, its dim eyes and blood-soaked body a

testament to its wounds.

"Sister Catherine... will he come back...? I... I've done my best... You..." Evelyn

smiled , straining to open her beautiful eyes as she looked at Catherine, murmuring.

"Sister, don't worry, he'll come back... You rest well, leave the rest to me. I will protect his foundation veins.

Unless I die, no one can destroy Yanhuang City," Catherine said, hugging Evelyn.

"Sister, there's one more thing... You must promise me..." Evelyn forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace, and

said.

"Silly girl, we're all family now, why are you being so polite with your older sister..."

"Sister, I brought all the elites of our elven race this time... Only the old, weak, and disabled are left in the elven forest

. If we win this time, sister, you must help our elven race resist... those guys from the divine realm... I'm worried they will..."

"Don't worry, little sister, I promise you. I will definitely protect your people well, and he won't let these birdmen bully

them . When he returns, those birdmen's good days will be over, and they will pay back every single blood debt they owe us!" Catherine looked up at

the chaotic angel legion and said resolutely.

"Sister... thank you... When he returns, tell him... I... I love him... I..."

A blush flashed across Evelia's pale face, and she finally fainted in Catherine's arms.

A tear, resembling an ice bead, traced a dim path through the air before falling softly to the ground, scattering into fragments.

"Silly girl... you'll have to say those words to him yourself." Catherine tenderly stroked Evelya's pale face, gently placing her

on the phoenix's back. Her expression instantly turned icy, her eyes devoid of any emotion as she returned to the battlefield.

At this moment, a fundamental shift occurred on the battlefield. The previously intertwined battle was disrupted by a spatial rift created by Stephen's Glory Saint*Mosox Slash and the combined full-force attacks of

Catherine and Evelya

. This rift appeared behind the angelic legion, drawing in unprepared members who were sucked into it by its powerful suction. Combined with the angels killed by the intense energy shockwave from the previous collision

, the angelic legion, originally numbering one hundred thousand, was reduced by more than half, leaving only about forty thousand.

"A bunch of useless trash! Don't you know how to hide? You're just standing there like idiots waiting to die! Scatter! All of you, scatter!" A voice rang out from mid-air.

Stephen's voice was filled with exasperation.

As a high-ranking member of the divine realm known for his cunning, everything was proceeding according to Stephen's plan. However, the spatial rift created when Catherine and

Evelya selflessly shielded Yanhuang City from Stephen's full-force Holy Mosox Slash, causing

a spatial rift to appear, instantly reversed the planned situation. How could Stephen not be anxious?

But Stephen's troubles seemed to end there. Just as he was desperately directing his subordinates to launch a counterattack, a chilling voice, seemingly from the deepest depths of hell,

sent a shiver down his spine—

"Stephen, prepare to die!"

"Catherine!" Stephen looked in the direction of the voice and saw a wave of attack, as dim as the stars, hurtling

towards , arriving before him in an instant!

Because the previous Glory Saint Mosox Slash had exhausted almost all of his energy, he hadn't recovered yet and couldn't teleport away. He

could watch helplessly as the inky black attack wave was about to pierce his chest. In a panic,

a fierce glint flashed in Stephen's eyes, and he pulled a nearby eight-winged angel-level guard to his side, blocking Catherine's attack just before it hit

him.

Chapter 325 Danger

"Pfft~~~~~" A sound followed, then the sound of internal organs being crushed and the "gurgling" of blood flowing out, as a spray of

golden .

The eight-winged angel that Stephen had used as a scapegoat stared wide-eyed at the black spear piercing his chest, trembling as if trying to say something,

but suddenly his entire body exploded!

Like a blooming firework, leaving a brief moment of brilliance in the air before vanishing into nothingness.

Taking advantage of the brief moment the eight-winged angel blocked his path, Stephenel retreated several feet, temporarily escaping Catherine's attack

range .

"Where do you think you're going!" Catherine sneered, her spear thrusting with even greater force than before, aiming

straight , displaying a relentless determination to kill him.

Stephenel, still recovering his energy, saw that Catherine had blocked his escape routes in all directions. Left with no other choice, he

pulled the nearest member of the angelic legion to serve as a shield.

"Pfft~~~~~" Like the first eight-winged angel, this angel Stephenel used as a scapegoat merely slowed

Catherine 's attack before dying an inexplicable death.

"Pfft~~~"

"Pfft~~~"

"Pfft~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" ...

For a moment, the air was filled with the sound of "plop" sounds, and puffs of golden rain accompanied by heart-wrenching screams. Large swaths of

white feathers, like snowflakes, fluttered down from the sky.

"Is this what you call a merciful god? Is this what you, who usually pride yourselves on being benevolent, loving, and humble gods, are like?" Catherine's

spear seemed tireless, piercing through one angel after another that Stephenel had used as shields, as she sneered.

"Ignorant humans, don't you have a saying, 'To die for righteousness, to sacrifice oneself for justice'? They died for me,

and After I destroy you blasphemers, I will reward their families handsomely, and their souls can be reincarnated in the pool of reincarnation.

Hmph, at that time, I will certainly not shortchange them!" Stephenel retorted while dodging.

“Then let’s see how many more birdmen you have to shield you from!” Catherine gritted her teeth, her lower lip clenched. The black spear in her hand, as if wound up

tight , continued its relentless thrust towards Stephenel’s head.

“Huh?!” When Stephenel tried to grab an angel as a shield, he found himself surrounded by empty space.

The angels who had been surrounding him, seeing that Stephenel was using them as shields, all retreated.

“You bastards, when we get back to the divine realm, I’ll make you wish you were dead!” Stephenel cursed bitterly

, but his hand didn’t dare to be careless. He sidestepped several feet, avoiding being pierced through the chest by Catherine. However, his right arm was completely pierced by the black spear in Catherine’s

hand Black death energy and scorching flame energy

surged from the wound, violently battling against the light energy within him.

"

Ah ... "Stephenel, prepare to die!" The spear in her hand once again drew a dazzling arc, like the scythe of death, reaching for Stephenel's throat. -- "You forced me to do this! Since you want me dead, then we'll die together!" Seeing Catherine's spear getting closer and closer, and with no hope of escape, the shadow of death growing stronger, Stephenel could no longer maintain his initial shock. His eyes turned bloodshot, his once extremely handsome face twisted unrecognizable, and he bared his teeth, roaring at the pursuing Catherine. Stephenel stopped fleeing and hovered in mid-air, his remaining left hand suddenly making a set of strange, yet profound hand gestures! "Thud!" The black spear in Catherine's hand pierced Stephenel's chest, and the energy of death and the scorching heat of fire surged from the spear towards Stephenel's brain. "Ugh..." Stephenel groaned, but he paid no heed to the spear piercing his body. Instead, he grinned maliciously at Catherine, and a series of dry, awkward sounds escaped from his mouth, which was spitting out golden blood: "Wei... Yan... Hong... Yi... Mao... Mao... Duo..." As these seven strange syllables burst from Stephenel's mouth, an impenetrable aura of death, as if emanating from an endless hell, slowly enveloped Catherine and Stephenel.

Catherine's phoenix, having transformed into the Undying Phoenix, was now a top-tier undead creature, highly sensitive to deathly and malevolent energy. Normally, it was the one releasing deathly and malevolent energy to frighten others; when had it become the other way around?

A clear cry rang out, and a thick cloud of deathly energy erupted from the phoenix, colliding violently with the surrounding mass of deathly and malevolent energy.

At the same time, a sense of unease swept through Catherine. Her hand didn't falter; she gripped the spear tightly, twisting it as if trying to shred Stephen's internal organs. However, she suddenly realized that no matter how much force she used, she couldn't twist the spear, and a wave of horror washed over her.

"What's wrong? Are you scared...? Haha... You've tasted the slow approach of death, haven't you...? Hehe... You want me dead? Then you'll die with me..."

Stephen's twisted face resembled a demon's, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he looked at Catherine, letting out a chilling laugh.

Chapter 326 The Return of the Overlord

A flicker of surprise crossed Catherine's face, but she quickly regained her composure. Looking at the somewhat hysterical Stephen, she smiled coldly and said,

"As long as I can kill you, what's the big deal if I die?"

"You...you madman!" Stephen had expected Catherine to be terrified, but instead, she remained as calm as a

deep pool, which disappointed him greatly.

Most desperate criminals are driven by nothing more than an obsession; when that obsession collapses, they lose

the courage to continue!

"You stupid woman, is it worth it? You risked your life for him, you'd even give up your life for him, but where is he? You

idiot, you moron, you..." Stephenel was now unable to stop the forbidden technique he was unleashing. Seeing his life

slipping away, Stephenel felt a fear he had never known before. The fact that Catherine, whom he thought would drag him down with him,

remained calm only intensified Stephenel's suffering, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Have you cursed enough? If you've cursed enough, then die." Catherine frowned in disgust, channeling all her energy into

Stephenel .

"Aaaaah!" The energy of death rapidly devoured the light energy within Stephenel's body, like ten thousand

knives repeatedly cutting into his flesh, or tens of thousands of ants repeatedly gnawing at his internal organs. Pain, itching, and all sorts of

indescribable sensations surged into Stephenel's mind in an instant.

The two opposing streams of death energy clashing within the semi-controlled area seemed like sworn enemies, relentlessly devouring each other.

In an instant, the air pressure above Yanhuang City, centered on Catherine and Stephenel, intensified dramatically. A deathly silence descended, and most

terrifyingly , everything in this area shrank. Even

the corpses of angels, humans, beastmen, dwarves, elves, and winged beings—all lifeless—shrank, as if drained of moisture, eventually becoming

mummies. However, this wasn't the final outcome. Finally, these mummies emitted a crisp crack and turned to dust, vanishing into the void

.

A sphere of gray death energy enveloped Catherine and Stephenel, and at its center, they

clearly felt their own energy draining away.

Thousands of miles away, inside a luxurious carriage, Tai Feng, dressed in a black robe, suddenly opened his closed eyes. A glint of

light flashed across his face. A rare solemnity appeared on Tai Feng's face as he murmured, "The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique... This world is truly

strange. How can angels know our Chinese secret technique? Oh no, Catherine is in danger!"

The next moment, Tai Feng vanished from the carriage. The black-armored soldiers guarding the carriage were completely unaware. Only Princess Helen, sitting inside, let out

a soft sigh, a sound both resentful and lamenting.

"No, I don't want to die! No! I don't want to die! This damned forbidden technique! How could this happen? I feel

my energy constantly draining away!" Now trapped in the death space, Stephenel had lost all his previous

composure, screaming desperately like a prostitute about to be raped.

The wings on Stephenel's back, like withered flowers, slowly shrank and disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Wings, the source of an angel's power, store most of their energy and symbolize their status. But now, Stephen

's twelve wings, his symbol of power and source of energy, were slowly withering. Feeling the immense drain of energy from his body, Stephen

screamed desperately like a chicken awaiting slaughter.

Catherine, also in the death space, was in no better shape. Feeling the drain of her energy, Catherine calmed

down, believing he would come to save her, just as she believed the sun would always rise in the east.

"Pfft!" Having already suffered severe injuries, Catherine was further aggravated by the death energy in this death space,

and she could no longer hold back, spitting out blood. Even more terrifying, Catherine's appearance began to age slowly. First, her once brilliant

golden hair lost its luster, turning gray. Then, wrinkles appeared on her once stunning face, and her skin began to sag. In no time, she looked

decades older, becoming an old woman.

"Haha, you're about to die! Look at you now, you look like a complete old woman, as ugly as can be! Even if

Taifeng comes back to save you, he won't want you! Haha, you've sacrificed so much for him, and in the end, you get nothing! Haha!" Seeing Catherine like this, Stephenel laughed heartily, until he coughed up

blood

. Like Catherine, Stephenel's face aged rapidly, and in a moment, he looked like a little old man, and all the wings on his back disappeared completely. "You really don't want us anymore, Taifeng?" Catherine's mind was somewhat blurred at this moment. In her hazy state , she seemed to be in a

dream world, yet also in the real world. Everything seemed unreal to her, and she murmured to herself.

So, where is Taifeng?

A figure as swift as the wind streaked through the air, leaving a trail of fury, carrying with it an energy surge capable of destroying the world, and instantly reached

the skies above Yanhuang City!

The intense energy fluctuations caused everything around Yanhuang City possessing a life force to feel the absolute power of a superior being

, all halting their activities and looking up at the sky!

In mid-air, a figure clad in black, with a cold and stern face, stood with his hands behind his back, radiating an unparalleled, domineering aura that surveyed the world.

Without uttering a single word or expending a single ounce of energy, this single gesture alone compelled both the Angel Legion and the soldiers of Yanhuang City to submit

involuntarily !

An absolute overlord—Tai Feng!

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