bookpower Chapter 488: Chapter 488: Holy Light Judgment Array, Three Thousand Threads of Affection
Chapter 488: Chapter 488: Holy Light Judgment Array, Three Thousand Threads of Affection
Chapter 488: Chapter 488: Holy Light Judgment Array, Three Thousand Threads of Affection
Anixegon frowned upon hearing Celestial Vault's words.
He wasn't wrong—this guy was terrified of death and would never gamble with his own life.
Celestial Vault continued, "And your Light City is protected by the Holy Light Judgment Array, so there's no issue with holding off the Four Solondz."
The Holy Light Judgment Array was even more powerful than the Demon's Sky Formation, strong enough to threaten an Emperor-level warrior.
However, it did have a weakness—it couldn't move and needed to be set up in advance, consuming a large amount of The Law of Light stones.
Otherwise, Anixegon would have already made his move against those Emperors.@@@@
Boom!
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed, and the ground beneath the city violently shook. Soon after, the sound of battle cries followed.
John and his group were here.
Anixegon's face shifted, and he turned to Celestial Vault, instructing, "Do whatever you can to speed up. If something goes wrong, neither of us will have a good end."
With that, he turned and left, heading straight for Light City.
At this moment, chaos erupted within the city.
A massive, eerie, and dark city, exuding an aura of pure evil, floated above the heads of the Light Church followers. The wind howled, and shadows flickered.
It was Dark City.
Within the city, a large number of Nine-Star Paladins of Light gathered, blocking John and his group.
The leading Paladin of Light stared at the sinister Dark City, his scalp tingling. He furiously shouted, "Despicable human! How dare you cultivate such evil techniques? You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
John was momentarily stunned but then burst into laughter, sneering, "Are you blind? There's a city even more evil than mine right next to your Light City. Anixegon himself created it. And you dare insult your own leader?"
"Shut up!" The Paladin was taken aback. Anixegon had indeed forged the Ten Thousand Souls Bloodthirst Sovereign Technique, which many members of the Church of Light had opposed. However, those who spoke out against it had all ended up as corpses, nourishing the city.
Though he was displeased in his heart, he dared not show any sign of it.
"Charge! Kill them all!" he roared, leading tens of thousands of Paladins of Light toward John and his group.
Whoosh!
The wind howled, and the massive shadow of the Dark City loomed over them once again, as John directed the city to come crashing down once more.
Boom!
A violent explosion shook Light City, and an overwhelming, sinister force spread, mingled with the cries of the fallen.
These powerful Nine-Star Paladins of Light had no means of defense in the face of the massive city. With a single strike, tens of thousands perished.
Notification flashed on the screen.
[You have slain Nine-Star Paladins of Light. Plunder talent activated.]
[Four base attributes +10,000 points, The Law of Light comprehension +1%, Light Element Body transformation +1%]
...
The aura of death surrounded John.
This was the result of the Dark City slaughtering living beings—the karmic debt of killing that only he could bear.
To destroy Light City as quickly as possible, he couldn't afford to be bothered by such matters. Besides, he could slowly refine this karmic debt over time.
Whoosh!
The wind howled once more as the immense city lifted into the air again.
"You bastard, stop!" A furious shout rang out as Anixegon appeared in a flash, rushing forward.
His gaze swept over John before landing on Merciless Emperor. Coldly, he said, "Merciless Emperor, we have no grudges between us. Are you truly going to become an enemy of my Church of Light?"
John frowned. This wasn't the first time Anixegon had said something like this—did the two have some sort of connection?
He knew well the weakness of the Holy Light Judgment Array. If an Emperor-level warrior self-destructed, it could destroy the core.
He had expected only two early-stage One-Star Emperors at most, but he hadn't anticipated that the True Dragon Emperor would take action herself.
She was a late-stage One-Star Emperor. If she self-destructed, not even the Holy Light Judgment Array—or even Light City itself—could withstand it.
It had to be stopped!
"Light Shackles!" His expression darkened, and he coldly uttered the command.
Several beams of light flashed and instantly formed a restraining chain that trapped the True Dragon Emperor.
Boom, boom...
Immediately after, more than a dozen blinding light beams crashed down.
Blood splattered, and True Dragon Emperor was sent flying, heavily injured, while the tiny crack quickly sealed shut.
"Senior!" John cried out in concern.
"I'm fine!" True Dragon Emperor steadied herself, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her breath ragged.
She turned to Merciless Emperor and spoke, "Merciless Emperor, can you do it again?"
Merciless Emperor gave a slight nod, her face pale—she had been injured as well.
She looked at John with a complex expression and said, "True Dragon, I can only gather enough strength for one last strike. You must seize this opportunity."
"Understood!" True Dragon Emperor nodded, her dragon-headed staff swinging, shattering one of the light beams.
Merciless Emperor took a deep breath and slowly rose into the air. Her long hair fluttered, her gown swirled, and strands of azure light flickered around her.
The aura surrounding her was completely different—there was joy, sorrow, anger, and happiness all interwoven together.
John was puzzled. He felt feelings of kinship, friendship, and even love radiating from her...
But didn't Merciless Emperor practice the Path of Mercilessness? How could she harbor such strong emotional ties?
Her expression twisted with pain and struggle, and the aura around her became unstable.
"Three Thousand Threads of Emotion, sever!" she shouted in fury, the azure strands wrapping around her longsword as it howled through the air in a powerful slash.
"This is bad!" Anixegon's expression shifted slightly as he saw the scene unfold. He immediately rushed toward a light column within the city, where the powerful Laws of Light surged around him.
"Light Wings Execution!" he roared, and the power of light within the formation gathered, forming a flurry of feathers that swirled and shot toward Merciless Emperor, aiming to crush everything in their path.
Hum!
The space trembled as the sword aura, wrapped in azure strands, shot forward. It easily shattered the light wings before hurtling toward the formation.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the area, and a narrow crack appeared in the formation, just wide enough for one person to pass through.
True Dragon Emperor seized the opportunity. Her form flickered as she skillfully avoided several light beams, and before the crack could close, she dashed through, escaping to the outside of the formation.
"Cough!" At that moment, Merciless Emperor coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her aura was chaotic, and thousands of light wings flickered around her, the blood instantly staining her gown. She fell helplessly toward the ground.
John's face changed in shock, and he quickly caught her.
"Merciless, are you alright?" he asked, worry evident in his voice.
Merciless Emperor clutched her chest, her face contorted in pain as she struggled. Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped toward John, shouting angrily, "Get away!"
At this moment, the emotional seeds deep within her heart had fully awakened, causing her to unleash the Three Thousand Threads of Emotion. The backlash was so intense that it felt as if her heart was being shredded by thousands of knives. The pain in her chest was far more excruciating than any physical injury she had sustained.
John instinctively took a few steps back, his gaze lingering on the injured Merciless Emperor. He couldn't shake the feeling that this had something to do with him.
Roar...
Suddenly, the roar of a dragon echoed through the air. True Dragon Emperor was engaged in battle with Anixegon, and she transformed into her true form—an enormous golden flood dragon. Her massive body stretched for miles, nearly surrounding the entire Light City.
"John, help me escape the shackles of this Realm of Chaos!" she roared, and her immense aura surged. The golden light flashed endlessly, while a terrifying pressure filled the air. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and thunder rumbled, as if a divine punishment was descending.