192: God's Descent

Archbishop Anglieus floated beneath the murky, blood-red sky, like a burning holy sun. The resolute light of his sacrifice briefly pushed back the surrounding, churning Fallen Creature aura.

The holy emblem in his hand was no longer a symbol of authority, but had transformed into a spark consuming itself, drawing upon the oldest and purest Holy Light rules from deep within the Holy City's ley lines. A power of judgment capable of shaking heaven and earth was furiously condensing within his body!

Lin Feng stood upon the piles of corpses and Fallen Creature mycelium, his Ash Pupils coldly observing this 'sun' in its death throes.

The dangerous curve of his lips had not vanished; instead, it held a hint of playful mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Transcendent-level Holy Light?

In this Fallen Creature hunting ground, which he had personally created, how much power could it truly exert?

"A dying struggle."

Lin Feng's voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the aftershocks of spatial annihilation and the roars of countless Fallen Creatures, accurately stabbing into Anglieus's ears.

Before his words finished, his figure suddenly blurred, not from high-speed movement, but as if he had merged into the shadows and vanished from the spot. The next moment, he appeared without warning directly in front of Anglieus's burning light flames!

Space seemed to lose all meaning before him.

The sacrificial Holy Light, potent enough to incinerate cities, was firmly held back by an invisible, gray force field, viscous as abyssal mud, when it reached within three feet of Lin Feng.

Light and darkness fiercely collided and annihilated, emitting a grating 'sizzling' sound, like a red-hot iron plunged into ice water, giving rise to foul smoke.

Lin Feng didn't even raise a hand to block; merely with his own rule-force field, he forcibly isolated the power of this self-sacrificing strike!

The holy flame burning in Anglieus's eyes flickered violently, reflecting an unbelievable horror.

The holy fire he had ignited with his life's essence couldn't even shake his opponent in the slightest?

To what terrifying extent had this heretic's understanding and control of rules reached?

"You..."

Anglieus had just uttered a single word when a mighty, irresistible force of decay, like an invisible giant hammer, smashed heavily onto his burning Holy Light shield!

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

The shield shattered instantly!

Anglieus was struck hard. His entire body flew backward like a burning meteor. What he spat out was no longer blood, but flames with specks of golden radiance—the burning essence of his life!

He crashed heavily onto the top of a bell tower below, which had not yet completely collapsed, shattering the sturdy holy white stone. His red robe was scorched and torn, and the burning Holy Light instantly dimmed considerably.

Lin Feng's figure followed like a shadow, silently appearing above the ruins where Anglieus had fallen, looking down with an indifferent gaze, as if observing an ant.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm down, fingers slightly splayed.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a spine-chilling hiss, a mix of slimy squirming and metallic friction, a black shadow shot out from the shadow beneath Lin Feng's feet with speed beyond visual perception!

It was an extremely bizarre 'bug,' its entire body covered in dull, light-absorbing chitinous armor. Its body was flat, with eight slender, backward-jointed limbs ending in sharp claws.

Most horrifying was its head: no eyes, only a constantly opening and closing suction-cup-like mouth lined with spiral teeth. A slippery, barbed, tubular tongue extended and retracted erratically, emitting a dense, parasitic craving targeting living beings!

A Facehugger!

Lin Feng intended to turn this Transcendent-level Archbishop into a breeding ground for xenomorphs! Then, he would use the xenomorphs hatched from his body to personally bring an end to the Holy City below!

The Facehugger, like a precise guided missile, ignored the residual Holy Light burning on Anglieus's body. With a sickening whoosh, it lunged straight for his mouth, which was slightly agape from pain and shock!

Anglieus's pupils contracted. He felt the soul-polluting power contained within that bug!

Being parasitized by this thing was a thousand times worse than death!

He wanted to struggle, wanted to muster his last bit of strength, but the weakness brought by the sacrifice and Lin Feng's mountain-like rule suppression made it incredibly difficult for him to even move a finger!

Despair, like a cold viper, instantly coiled around his heart.

Just as that slimy, repulsive mouth was about to cover Anglieus's face... "Ohm!!!"

An indescribable, sacred hum, as if from the heavens, suddenly resounded throughout the entire defiled Vatican!

This sound was not a physical sound wave, but a direct vibration on the soul level, carrying the mighty power to cleanse all filth and heal all wounds!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The Facehugger's lunging figure, as if it had hit an invisible, absolutely smooth wall, was abruptly halted in mid-air, less than an inch from Anglieus's nose!

It twisted and hissed frantically, yet could not advance another inch!

On Anglieus's body, the originally dim, about-to-extinguish sacrificial Holy Light, as if infused with an endless divine source, instantly erupted with a radiance even purer, vaster, and more terrifying than during his previous sacrifice!

This light was no longer in the form of burning flames, but had transformed into a true, pure 'sun' made of liquid light-flames!

This 'sun' completely enveloped him. At its core, Anglieus's figure became blurred and sacred.

His torn red robe was reshaped by the light-flames into solemn armor flowing with golden holy patterns. His scorched skin became as warm and smooth as jade, and his face, originally distorted by pain and anger, now held only a transcendent, absolute, and cold majesty.

Even more shocking, above this 'sun,' space rippled and tore open like water.

An indescribably magnificent and holy phantom slowly descended!

It possessed eight wings made of pure light-flames, each feather flowing with sacred runes, scattering endless light-rain with every gentle flap, purifying the murky blood energy and Fallen Creature aura below.

Its face was blurred behind a dazzling radiance, allowing only a sense of supreme will that overlooked all beings and disregarded all things.

It held a greatsword condensed from light, its blade flowing with brilliant light streams like a galaxy.

An Eight-Winged Angel!

This was not a physical entity, but a projection of some powerful will, manifested through Anglieus's sacrifice and the Holy City's ley line rules!

It did not look at Lin Feng, nor did it look at the hellish scene below, as if none of it was worthy of its gaze.

It merely descended slowly, merging with the 'sun' below that enveloped Anglieus.

"Light!"

A grand, cold, emotionless syllable, like a divine oracle, resounded through heaven and earth.

The fusion was complete!

The light instantly retracted, revealing the new existence within.

Anglieus, or rather, no longer purely Anglieus.

He floated in the air, clad in holy armor forged of light, with eight ethereal light wings unfurled behind him.

'Anglieus' held the Holy Light greatsword flowing with a galaxy. His face was young and perfect, yet his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, containing ancient divinity.

A terrifying aura, far surpassing the previous Transcendent-level level and carrying divine pressure, surged like a tangible tsunami, engulfing the entire battlefield!

The Holy Light emanating from him was no longer flames, but like liquid gold—pure, weighty, carrying an undeniable power of judgment and purification, instantly clearing and annihilating the Fallen Creature aura within dozens of meters around him!

Those Fallen Creatures that approached, regardless of their strength, turned to dust in the Holy Light without even being able to scream!