Chapter 1

A sound like an eggshell cracking echoed in the shadow of the bronze bell.

Beneath his helmet, Michael's eyes blazed with sudden fire.

Buzz—

The longsword of the cross burned fiercely, completely shattering the bronze bell's shadow.

The four wings behind Michael stirred up a gale, carrying her into the air to survey the battlefield.

In the eyes of the other players and detectors, Michael, radiating endless light and heat, was as dazzling as a small sun, illuminating the dark floorspace as bright as day.

“...”

After a brief moment of thought, Michael swung her sword at the Wasteland Lion.

The Flame Sword swelled to over two hundred meters in mid-air. Under the sacred flames, both rock pillars and light cannons were completely dissolved and assimilated.

Rumble!!!

The materialized lion claws formed from demon flames collided with the Flame Sword.

The air repeatedly compressed, folded, and twisted, eventually forming a vast shockwave visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

Ant King, Hypochondria, and others were blown away directly by the shockwave.

The depleted Zhen Li Zhi Ce and Hohenheim teleported to the rear in time, watching from afar.

The pirate formed by the combination of Mad Flame and Amberley still stood in place, the phantom of the black sail floating behind him releasing strange powers to resist the howling wind.

Su Ni Sheng stood with her hands at her sides, a hemispherical barrier rising in front of her, blocking the shockwave that swept everything away and the heat that scorched the ground.

The flames of the Wasteland Lion and Michael were completely opposite in nature.

The former could devour energy, freezing surrounding things into ice,

while the latter burned everything indiscriminately.

Whether it was flesh and blood, metal and stone, or energy barriers created by other types of extraordinary power, as long as it was touched by the Flame Sword, it would burn and melt.

The two forces contended with each other, but in the end, the Flame Sword was superior.

The lion claws formed from demon flames trembled violently in mid-air, and with a loud "bang," they burst apart,

the scattered demon flames being assimilated by the Flame Sword.

"Hmm?"

Michael's voice sounded beneath her helmet. The lion claws were not shattered by her, but rather, the old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been born, collapsing on their own without the replenishment of demonic power.

"..."

She shifted her gaze, looking at the Wasteland Lion.

At this moment, the decay of flesh and blood on the demon leader's body had finally been alleviated.

The tentacles stuck on its body swelled and wriggled constantly, seemingly transporting something into the Wasteland Lion's body,

Fascia, muscles, and blood vessels grew on the bones,

covered with a layer of skin.

But unlike before, the newly grown skin was cyan-black, similar to the tentacles above, and the skin surface also had sharp thorns, spiny tufts, and scissor-like forked spines.

It looked hideous and ugly, beyond description.

"Roar—"

The piercing pain that stabbed directly into the soul made the Wasteland Lion roar in anger,

a force completely different from demonic power gushing wildly from its body.

Divine power,

vast and violent divine power, emitting a cyan-black light visible to the naked eye, filled with ominous meaning,

inexplicable screams of thousands of kinds rang out in the air, the ear-piercing noise making Tai Hao's face even paler. He quickly clapped his palms together, causing the Qi Dragon to split into countless clouds, covering the ears of his surrounding companions.

Just hearing the sound caused more than four hundred points of sanity to drop...

Tai Hao's face was like golden paper, and many indescribable phantoms inexplicably appeared in the line of sight looking at the Wasteland Lion, and the line of sight gradually became distorted and blurred.

Gods cannot be looked upon directly.

Tai Hao's heart was shocked, his eyes narrowed into slits, no longer looking at the Wasteland Lion, trying to clear the illusion from his mind, and shouted, "The God-Sealing Ritual hasn't been completely completed yet! Interrupt it now!"

Whoosh—

The sound of the air being torn apart suddenly rang out. The Uncontrolled, finally freed, was expressionless, instantly flashing behind the last gray-robed figure beside the security door and punching through his chest.

Bang.

The heart of the gray-robed figure was crushed by the Uncontrolled’s blood-stained hand. The hood was knocked back, revealing the face.

The appearance of the gray-robed man... was very difficult to describe,

its skin was cyan-gray, its skull was smooth and without edges, its face was slightly flat, its reddish-muddy eyeballs protruded, and its sharp nose protruded forward like a marine swordfish. There were sharp barbs on both sides of its nose.

On the side of the neck, there were lighter-colored gills that trembled constantly,

revealing bright red gill filaments with sharp needles.

The face covered with transparent mucus was like some kind of humanoid fish creature.

Looking at this face, it was easy to associate it with adjectives such as ugly, evil, low intelligence, and only biological instincts without moral concepts.

This was not out of discrimination based on race or culture or individual appearance, but a strong sense of déjà vu in the dark, just like the first impression that transcendents have of species like goblins.

The remaining gray-robed figure, or rather, the amphibian fish-man,

had its heart crushed,

pale red blood constantly flowing from its gills and nostrils,

but its chanting still did not stop,

Turbid, indistinguishable, obscure and evil whispers continued to come from its flat fish lips.

Hiss—

Expressionless, the Uncontrolled exerted a little force on his hand, tearing the amphibian fish-man in two and throwing it on the ground, casually shaking off the mucus on his palm—those liquids seemed to have a corrosive function, corroding the soil into shallow pits, but failed to penetrate the Uncontrolled's skin.

The gray-robed man's whispering finally stopped,

but a higher-pitched scream rang out from the dark space below the security door.

"The ritual has reached the final stage,"

In the Wasteland Lion's right eye socket, no eyeball grew, but a cyan-black tentacle grew instead.

Enveloped in its own divine power, it stared at the surrounding players, enduring the pain, with a ferocious expression, and said: "Blood and flesh exchange, divine power transfer, divine soul fusion, will domination.

Can you hear it?

Its cry."