748: Constantine to the rescue

The rampant energy surging within Robert and Illywhite's bodies was also restrained as if by invisible shackles, forcibly calming down, and that impending, tragic strike was stifled in its cradle!

A vast, majestic, terrifying Aura, like the overturning of the firmament and the boiling of a furnace, descended without warning!

This Aura was pure and overbearing, carrying unparalleled light and scorching heat, yet it also contained a magnificent will capable of suppressing all things!

The dark Domain of the Shadow Lord, which had originally permeated the treasury, let out a "hissing" wail like residual snow meeting the scorching sun, instantly dispelled, purified, and compressed!

The gravity of the entire space seemed to increase by hundreds of times, and the air became as viscous as liquid gold.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Before this unimaginable Aura, the heavily injured Robert and the struggling Illywhite could no longer stand; their knees uncontrollably slammed heavily onto the cracked alloy floor, and even lifting their heads became incredibly difficult.

But in their eyes, an unprecedented ecstasy and excitement erupted!

"Ki... King Arthur, Sir... Sir!"

Robert's voice was hoarse, trembling with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Illywhite was so excited that she was almost in tears: "Sir Constantine!"

A figure appeared silently in the center of the treasury, ten meters in front of the Shadow Lord.

He was not particularly burly, wearing ancient armor woven from what seemed like flowing molten gold and pure white holy flames.

His golden short hair was like a burning sun, his face was resolute as if carved by a knife and axe, and a pair of golden eyes calmly gazed at the Shadow in front of him.

There was no earth-shattering Aura emanating from him; simply standing there, he seemed to become the center of the entire world, and all rules submitted to him.

The Great Eagle Country's first Emperor Realm Expert, lauded as the God of War and King Arthur — Constantine!

The Shadow's face, which had always been shrouded in darkness, showed intense fluctuations for the first time.

It was not fear, but a surprise!

The darkness around him violently contracted and twisted like a startled venomous snake, resisting the omnipresent power of purification and suppression.

"Shadow Lord..."

Constantine spoke, his voice not loud, yet it resonated like a grand bell, each word clearly imprinted deep within the Soul of everyone present, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"While I was in seclusion, you attacked my Parliament, stole from my treasury, and injured my subordinates... You have immense audacity."

As the last word fell, an invisible force instantly acted upon the heavily injured Robert and Illywhite.

Both felt a warm, vast, sacred energy, containing infinite vitality, surge into their bodies, like sweet dew nourishing parched earth.

The deep, bone-visible, darkness-eroded wound on Robert's back healed, scabbed, and recovered at a visible speed, and even the depleted Qi and vitality in his body were rapidly replenished.

Illywhite's depleted Mental Energy and magic power instantly refilled; with just a thought, the severe injuries of the two Half-Step Emperor Realm experts were almost completely healed!

This was the means of an Emperor Realm Expert!

Constantine's gaze did not linger on them for even a second, remaining locked on the Shadow Lord throughout.

His eyes were calm, yet they contained a rage capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, and the will of judgment.

"Heh heh, King Arthur of the Great Eagle Country, God of War, indeed has some skill; this Aura alone far surpasses that of an ordinary Emperor Realm Expert!"

The Shadow let out a light chuckle; facing such a magnificent Emperor Realm Aura, he felt unprecedented pressure, but he was not afraid in the slightest.

"However, do you think I would come if there was anything to fear?"

Upon hearing this, a sword-sharp glint flashed in Constantine's golden eyes. "Is that so? Then let me see what you are capable of."

Before his words finished, Constantine moved!

There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no complex incantations; he simply took a single step towards the Shadow Lord.

One step taken!

Boom!!!

The entire treasury space seemed to have been thrown into the core of the sun; endless light and scorching heat emerged from thin air, instantly dispelling all remaining darkness!

The Guard Captain, reshaped and strengthened by the Shadow, couldn't even let out a mournful wail before he melted and vaporized like ice and snow under a scorching sun in this pure light storm, completely annihilated!

And Constantine's figure had already crossed the distance of space, appearing before the Shadow Lord!

His right hand, with fingers together like a sword, had a point of ultimate purity, a golden glow that seemed capable of piercing through world barriers, condensed at its tip, unadorned, directly piercing towards the Shadow's brow, hidden beneath the shadows!

Fast! Faster than the concept of time!

Strong! So strong it seemed to embody the will of the entire world!

This one finger was named — [Judgment]!

The Shadow's pupils constricted violently!

He felt a fatal threat!

In an instant, the surging darkness around him immediately condensed into layers of pitch-black, heavy shields, blocking in front of him.

At the same time, his figure twisted frantically, trying to merge into the shadows to evade this certain-kill strike.

"Hiss—!"

Where the golden glow pointed, all evil retreated!

The layered, utterly dark shields, strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Half-Step Emperor Realm expert, were as fragile as paper in front of Constantine's golden fingertip glow!

The golden glow penetrated layer after layer of shields without hindrance; the shields rapidly burned and disintegrated like ignited black grease!

The Shadow's speed in merging into the shadows was extreme; almost at the moment the attack landed, his entire body had already transformed into a void-like dark stream of light.

However, Constantine merely paused his attack upon seeing this, then a golden long spear broke through the air and thrust towards the Shadow.

The long spear was like a Dragon, carrying a spatial-tearing roar, chasing after that dark stream of light. At the tip of the spear, holy flames blazed, as if capable of illuminating all darkness in the world.

The Shadow dodged in the darkness of the air, attempting to evade this fatal blow with his elusive footwork, but Constantine's golden long spear seemed to possess tracking ability; no matter how the Shadow dodged, the spear tip always locked onto his trajectory.

"Bang!"

The long spear and the dark stream of light collided in mid-air, erupting in dazzling light and deafening roars.

Holy flames and darkness intertwined, both eroding each other, yet neither giving way.

For a moment, the light and darkness within the treasury reached an unprecedented balance, or rather, Constantine's power forcibly suppressed the Shadow's rampage.

However, just as this stalemate occurred, the Shadow's voice echoed within the treasury, yet it was eerily calm.

"Constantine, worthy of the name God of War. Let today's matter end here. Farewell."

Before his words finished, the walls around the treasury suddenly began to writhe as if alive, and countless dark tentacles extended from the cracks in the stone, coiling towards Constantine.

These tentacles carried an Aura that corroded everything; even the alloy floor began to dissolve the moment it touched them.

Facing this sudden change, Constantine's expression remained unchanged; he gently raised his left hand, and a golden halo spread from his palm, instantly covering the entire treasury.

Wherever the halo passed, the dark tentacles shrieked mournfully as if scorched by the scorching sun, then turned into nothingness.