191: Hell on Earth: City of Flesh and Blood

This pillar of light contained his Transcendent-level power and the blessing of the Holy City's rules, enough to instantly purify a small city!

However, Lin Feng merely raised his hand slightly.

"Buzz!"

A deep, viscous gray light shield, seemingly capable of devouring all light, appeared out of nowhere before him. The pillar of light slammed into the shield, unleashing an earth-shattering roar!

The violent energy shockwave sent the surrounding aliens and Holy City warriors within dozens of meters flying!

Holy light and the gray shield intensely annihilated each other, and space violently twisted, forming visible cracks like shattered glass!

The light shield fluctuated violently, even showing subtle cracks, but ultimately, it did not break!

Lin Feng's figure remained unmoving in the shockwave, only his robes flapped loudly. The ash-colored light in his eyes intensified, and he looked at the Archbishop in the sky with a hint of mockery.

"Is this all you're capable of? It seems your God is nothing more than this."

Lin Feng's voice was cold, carrying an air of condescending indifference.

"Since you enjoy using holy light to purify heretics, then I shall also let you witness what true 'purification' is."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tore at the void on both sides with his hands!

"Rip!!!"

A tearing sound, more piercing and heart-wrenching than any previous spatial ripple, rang out!

In the very center of St. Peter's Square, above countless fallen corpses and freely flowing blood, space was forcibly torn open, creating a massive, irregular gap!

The edges of this gap were not smooth; instead, they resembled flesh violently ripped apart, constantly wriggling and oozing viscous, foul-smelling purplish-black pus!

Inside the gap, it was no longer the familiar sight of the Holy City, but an indescribable, bizarre, chaotic, and malicious scene!

Rolling, dark red flesh-carpets like rotting entrails, black rivers flowing with viscous pus, twisted and writhing giant tentacles, and countless eyes flickering in the shadows, filled with hunger and madness!

Fallen Space!

An extradimensional space entirely composed of decay, chaos, and blasphemous rules!

Its rules were absolutely incompatible with those of the Holy Light Kingdom!

"Roar!"

"Hiss!"

"Gurgle... Gurgle..."

More violent, more chaotic, and more primordially malicious roars erupted from within the gap like a tsunami!

Immediately following were waves!

Endless, grotesque beings, more twisted and indescribable than those pseudo-Transcendent-level aliens, surged out of the gap like a breached torrent of filth!

Some appeared to be aggregates of countless screaming and wailing vengeful spirits, dragging long tails made of suffering souls.

Others resembled giant, puss-filled, and suckered flesh worms, wriggling across the square, leaving corrosive slime in their wake.

Some were simply constantly shifting, whispering shadows that exuded mental pollution.

Still others were like giant treants composed of rotting plants and animal carcasses, waving branches that dripped venom... Their power might have varied, far from as strong as the two hundred-plus pseudo-Transcendent-level aliens, but their numbers... were infinite!

The pure, undisguised Fallen Creature aura they exuded caused more direct and terrifying pollution to the holy light environment than the pseudo-Transcendent-level aliens!

This was the true "spatial rift"!

Lin Feng had opened a passage to the core region of the Fallen Space!

It was a full-scale invasion launched by the source of decay against divine faith!

"Kill! Kill everything! Devour everything!"

Lin Feng's cold voice, like a final judgment, echoed in the ears of every creature gripped by fear.

There was no trace of mercy in his mind; thinking of how these people might have tried to invade the Dragon Nation when it was attacked, Lin Feng wished he could utterly annihilate them!

"No—! Stop them! Close the rift!!"

Archbishop Anglieus let out a desperate roar. He frantically activated his holy emblem, and powerful holy light spells rained down on the rift and the surging Fallen Creatures, while simultaneously issuing the highest level of alert to the entire Holy City!

But it was too late!

The vanguard formed by the pseudo-Transcendent-level aliens had already completely torn apart the resistance near the square.

And now, an endless torrent of Fallen Creatures, centered on the square, was rapidly spreading like a plague in all directions of the Holy City!

They had no reason, only the instinct to destroy and devour!

Grand cathedrals were toppled by giant flesh worms, exquisite holy statues were entangled and corroded by vengeful spirits, walls covered with sacred runes were eroded and peeled away by whispering shadows, oozing foul liquid like blood.

The defensive lines formed by the Temple Knights melted away like snow under the sun, under the assault of pseudo-Transcendent-level aliens and the overwhelming flood of Fallen Creatures!

The purification divine spells released by the clergy were like sparks thrown into the ocean in the face of such a massive amount of Fallen Creature aura, instantly extinguished!

Slaughter unfolded in every corner of the Holy City!

On the streets, there were no longer solemn patrol teams, but fleeing, hunted believers crying out in despair.

Fallen Creatures rampaged through the crowds, tearing apart and devouring living people, or coiling them with tentacles and dragging them into the shadows.

Blood stained every street, converging into streams, flowing into fountains, turning the originally clear holy water into an eerie dark red.

Dismembered limbs hung from exquisite sculptures, and entrails smeared frescoes depicting scenes of heaven.

In the air, the sacred scent of incense had long vanished, replaced by the suffocating stench of blood, the putrid smell of internal organs, the foul odor of Fallen Creature secretions, and a deeper, decaying aroma that felt as if even the soul was being polluted.

Holy light was suppressed and distorted, and the entire city's light became dim and murky, tinged with an ominous purplish-red.

The echoes of hymns were completely replaced by agonizing screams, desperate wails, the roars of Fallen Creatures, and the thunderous collapse of buildings!

Vatican, this city of faith that had stood for a thousand years, the Holy City symbolizing divinity and purity, completely fell in a short period of time!

It was no longer God's kingdom.

It had become... a hell of flesh and blood!

A defiled hunting ground!

A feast for the revelry of Fallen Creature power!

Archbishop Anglieus floated in the air, his red robes flapping in the foul wind. The holy emblem in his hand still shone brightly, but his handsome face was etched with only endless sorrow and towering rage.

He watched with his own eyes as the Holy City he had protected turned into a Shura field before him.

He saw pseudo-Transcendent-level aliens tear apart the leader of the Knights Templar, saw Fallen Creature flesh worms devour all the orphans sheltering in a small chapel, saw whispering shadows corrode a devout bishop into a writhing mass of rotten flesh... "Heretic! Demon! In the name of Holy Light, with my soul as a sacrifice! I swear to... utterly purify you!!"

The Archbishop's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, carrying a desperate resolve to perish together!

He slammed his hands together, clasping the holy emblem, and raised it high above his head. The holy light from his entire body erupted like a burning sun!

He himself, along with the holy emblem, was burning!

He was sacrificing his life essence, activating the deepest rule power of the Holy City, preparing to unleash the final and most tragic judgment!

Lin Feng stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with the constantly wriggling and expanding Fallen Creature mycelium beneath his feet, surrounded by frantically slaughtering aliens and Fallen Creatures.

He ignored the "sun" about to erupt in the sky, his cold gaze sweeping over this "city of flesh and blood" that he had personally created, feeling the despair and madness permeating the air, and the exhilaration of Fallen Creature power wildly growing in this sacred land.

"Perish!"

He muttered softly, the ash-colored light in his eyes, like the abyss itself, cold and profound.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the burning source of holy light in the sky—Archbishop Anglieus.

The true battle of Transcendent-level beings, against the backdrop of an earthly hell, was about to face its most tragic collision!