Chapter 841 - 19: The Advent of God
Chapter 841: Chapter 19: The Advent of God
Under the death-defying roar of Duke Mars and the dam built from the blood and flesh of the allied warriors, the defense line of the Jade Land miraculously held firm against that initial, devastating impact.
The Defense Warriors pressed their shoulders against their shields, their feet sinking deep into the muddy, bloody soil, roaring as they grappled with the inhuman strength of the Frenzied Knights;
The Long Spear Soldiers mechanically repeated their thrust-and-withdraw actions, their spear shafts quickly slick with blood and grease;
From the rear, archers and mages, heedless of the rapid depletion of their magic power and physical strength, poured wave after wave of arrows and spells onto the enemy’s subsequent ranks, trying to alleviate the pressure on the front line.
However, this fleeting stalemate was won at an astonishing price in casualties.
The Frenzied Knights knew neither pain nor fear, even when pierced through by long spears, they would use their last strength to swing their weapons, dragging their enemies down with them. The frontline was like a thin line struggling in a fierce storm, ready to snap at any moment.
More despairingly, the situation in the skies spiraled downward rapidly.
After effortlessly slaughtering the Mystical Wizards of the Gray Tower and Thousand Sails Witch Realm, those dozens of Fanatics with an aura of fervor, like vultures smelling blood, turned their icy, murderous gazes toward the Jade Land Coalition, still stubbornly resisting.
Their figures flickered, turning into streaks of light, joining the aerial battle in an instant!
Originally, Jeraf, Kalsa, Julia, and others could barely contend with the three Peak Level Fanatic Priests working together. But when these dozens of reinforcements, laden with the aftermath of slaughter, joined the fray, the balance was instantly broken!
“Boom!”
A fanatic tore through the space, appearing beside Jeraf, his fist burning with Pale Holy Flame smashed into his Arcane Shield fiercely. The Rune Barrier hastily conjured by Jeraf was instantly covered in cracks, and he was sent flying, a thread of blood seeping from his mouth.
On the other side, Witch Master Kalsha found herself trapped in a desperate situation.
Two Middle Stage of Mystical Level Fanatics closed in left and right, the chains of condensed Holy Light coiling like venomous snakes towards her Extreme Cold Ice Crystal Domain, emitting a “sizzling” eroding sound. She struggled to hold on, her ice-blue eyes heavy with, the cold air around her body continuously suppressed and melted by the scorching Holy Light.
“Heretic, turn to dust under the Father God’s brilliance!”
A Fanatic Priest with a twisted face seized the opportunity, pointing a finger through the air, a “Light of Judgment” condensed to the extreme shot like an arrow from a bowstring, piercing the defensive gap Kalsa exposed while blocking the flank attacks, hitting her shoulder fiercely!
“Pfft—!”
Kalsa seemed to suffer a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of scarlet blood, her witch robe on her shoulder instantly charred and torn, revealing the wound underneath, flesh blurred from the erosion of the Light Power.
The fanatic will contained within that Holy Light surged relentlessly against her spirit and magic circuits like a bone-corroding plague.
Her Ice Force Field dimmed instantly, her delicate body swaying as she fell from the sky, narrowly caught by a Mystical Wizard from the Witch Castle who dashed forward desperately, though it was clear she had lost most of her combat power.
“Kalsa!”
Jeraf’s eyes filled with rage as he wanted to rescue her, but more fanatics locked him in battle, unable to free himself. Julia, surrounded by a radiant Holy Light, attempted to dispel the alien Holy Power eroding Kalsa, but under the attack of enemies several times her strength, her defense seemed struggled.
The collapse in the sky directly impacted the ground.
Without the restraint and support of the Mystical Wizards, the allied defensive line was suddenly under intensified pressure.
Fanatic Priests unabashedly cast powerful Divine Arts upon the allied ranks, Holy Flame Fire Rain, Radiant Shock, psychic shrieks… Various area attacks inflicted heavy casualties on the coalition, and the once-stable front line began showing signs of multiple fractures.
Duke Mars wielded his giant sword, personally slaying a Frenzied Knight who charged onto the command platform. But watching his troops fall back step by step, the bodies mounting, a shadow of despair flickered in his eyes. Could it be… the elite of the Jade Land would be entirely buried here today?
Just at this critical and seemingly inevitable moment of defeat—
“Buzz!”
First, a far more vast and majestic pressure than all previous Mystical Wizards descended from the rear side of the battlefield like a slumbering giant beast awakened! Then, several streams of radiant lights of different colors tore through the sky, boldly storming the battlefield!
It was the subsequent support of Mystical Wizards from the Jade Land, finally arrived!
Though they were still greatly outnumbered by the fanatics, their arrival was like injecting new fuel into a dying fire, instantly stabilizing the precarious situation of the sky battle, drawing away some of the enemies besieging Jeraf and Julia.
Nevertheless, it was still not enough to overturn the absolute disparity in strength. The fanatics still held an overwhelming advantage in numbers.
Just as the ground coalition felt a flicker of hope with the arrival of reinforcements, and the sky battle remained at a disadvantage—
An unforeseen shift occurred again!
This time, it did not come from the side but from the very heavens disturbed by the clashing forces of both sides!
A pure and warm holy radiance that seemed capable of dispelling all gloom and despair pierced through the thick clouds of war without warning, like a spotlight on a stage, beaming straight down into the heart of the brutal battlefield!
This light was so distinct, not the aggressive and fanatical Pale Holy Light of the fanatics, but it held an indescribable mercy, order, and warmth, like the light from the dawn of life.
All who felt this glow, whether soldiers of the Jade Land or fanatics of the Freemasonry, were compelled to pause.
Next, at the center of that beam, a massive golden gate made of pure light energy, surrounded by countless Mysterious Runes, slowly opened! Inside was an endless brightness, exuding a compelling, aspirational might.
“Screech—!”
A clear and sacred cry echoed as several figures, with pure white wings on their backs, adorned in ornate golden armor, and wielding Light Flame Longswords, gracefully flew out from that golden gate!
Their appearances were perfect, their eyes clear and resolute, surrounded by the waves of powerful Light Power—they were the legendary angels!
“Angels?!” a soldier on the ground exclaimed in disbelief.
Even the fanatics in the sky showed expressions of shock and uncertainty for the first time, feeling a Light Power from the angels that originated from the same source but of a fundamentally higher level.
But this was only the beginning.
As the angels divided and stood solemnly on either side of the gate like a ceremonial guard, an indescribable, overwhelming divine presence, centered on the Gate of Light, swept over the heavens and the earth like an invisible tsunami!
Under this divine might, all entities below the domains felt their souls tremble, a compulsion to worship arose. Even those of the mystical level fanatics found their magic powers running sluggishly, meeting their natural nemesis.
The battlefield was engulfed in an eerie silence for a moment.
Under countless eyes mixed with shock, fear, confusion, and anticipation, a graceful figure slowly stepped out from the door of infinite light.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, with peerless beauty and long, silver-gray hair that flowed like moonlight, fluttering behind her in its own breeze, radiating a soft glow. Clad in a simplistic yet supremely sacred pure white divine robe, outlining her perfect curves.
Her beautiful eyes, like two pure crystals holding starlight, were calm and profound as she gazed down at the fierce battlefield below, devoid of emotion, only bearing an aura of higher-order life, detached and majestic.
Merely by standing there, the Light Domain naturally emanating from her caused the fanatical force field crafted by dozens of fanatics to melt and disintegrate like snow!
The Light Goddess, Messiah, descended here.
Her cool gaze swept over the fanatics who had stopped temporarily out of shock and fear due to her presence, her ethereal and authoritative voice echoed clearly in the soul of every life, as if coming from the heavens:
“Those who desecrate the light shall ultimately… return to eternal darkness.”