256: Breaking down the door, the Archbishop's surprise!

Inside the Church, within the Command Room.

The old Priest paced back and forth anxiously.

Hiram, the Vice-Bishop, and two elite Knight Regiments went to the Holy God Tower, but lost contact after entering a certain floor.

And just now, the uneasy feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger!

He looked up at a crystal wall on the wall used to monitor the energy flow of the entire Church.

The two most dazzling golden light spots representing the Holy Spirit Guards at the top of the tower extinguished at the same time!

Immediately after, the entire crystal wall flashed wildly, emitting a piercing alarm sound!

"No... impossible!"

The old Priest looked disbelieving, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Holy Spirit Guards!

Those were two LV8 Holy Spirit Guards!

They were the strongest trump card refined by His Excellency the Archbishop, using countless precious Materials and the Souls of fanatical believers!

They were the last barrier guarding the Holy Temple!

Just like that... gone?

How long had it been since the invaders entered the Holy God Tower until now?

Ten minutes?

Or fifteen minutes?

"Monsters... they are monsters!" The old Priest's eyes were filled with fear, and he scrambled towards the communication array on the other side.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, highest alert! The Holy Spirit Guards have been destroyed! The invaders... the invaders are about to reach you!!!"

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Holy God Tower, top floor Holy Temple.

This was the core of the entire Light Church, and also the most sacred place in the hearts of all believers in the Howling Wasteland.

But at this moment, within this magnificent Holy Temple, a nauseating smell of blood and decay permeated.

In the center of the Holy Temple was an altar piled with countless skeletons.

In the blood-colored groove of the altar, a viscous, oil-like liquid flowed, emitting a strong aura of undead and plague.

Above the altar, a giant cocoon made of a mixture of flesh and metal floated, its surface covered with blood vessels and runes glowing with evil light.

Tens of thousands of Souls emitting resentment were pulled by an invisible force, continuously pouring into the giant cocoon, becoming nourishment for its growth.

And below the altar, Marcus, dressed in a luxurious Archbishop's robe, held high a scepter made of human bones, chanting ancient and evil incantations with a fanatical expression.

Beside him, more than a dozen Red Robed Bishops, the highest-ranking members of the Church, surrounded him, chanting together, continuously injecting their Holy Light power and undead power into the altar.

The Saint Ceremony had reached its most crucial moment.

Just then, the old Priest's terrified roar, transmitted through the array, reached Marcus's ears.

Marcus's chanting stopped abruptly.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face, which was covered in age spots, immediately replaced by boundless fury.

"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"

He slammed the bone staff onto the ground, and the entire Holy Temple trembled.

"Two Holy Spirit Guards, two elite Knight Regiments, actually couldn't even stop a few sneaking rats!"

He could feel an incredibly sharp, incredibly domineering aura, already locked onto the Holy Temple's main entrance where he was.

"Trying to interrupt my ritual? Trying to destroy the coming of My Lord?"

"Too late! The Saint is about to be born, and the glory of the Dominator of Howling will surely cover this land!"

"And you humble Mortals will become the Saint Your Highness's best snack!"

He looked at the dozen or so Red Robed Bishops: "Offer everything you have, for the glory of My Lord!"

Upon hearing this, those Red Robed Bishops showed not fear, but an incomparably fanatical expression.

"For the glory of My Lord!"

They shouted in unison, and then their bodies, like lit candles, rapidly shriveled and withered, turning into pure energy, which was absorbed by the altar.

Having absorbed the entire essence of over a dozen LV7 powerhouses, the giant cocoon on the altar pulsed even more violently, and a world-destroying aura frantically leaked out from it.

And at this moment.

Above the top of the tower, Mo Yan's accumulated power reached its Peak.

"Break!"

He uttered a cold word, and the phantom of the colossal sword in his hand, with the power to tear everything apart, fiercely slashed down!

Boom—!!!

A deafening roar, loud enough for the entire Deegenha City to hear clearly, exploded!

That colossal Holy Temple door, which was said to be unbreakable by Mortals, was split open by this one Sword!

The violent Sword Qi aftermath blew away the entire dome of the tower top!

Sunlight, for the first time, penetrated through the long years, shining into this dark-shrouded tower top.

The door was broken.

Mo Yan stood with his sword sheathed, his robes fluttering in the airflow.

He looked at the terrifying scene behind the door, which resembled a demonic realm, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

"Let's go, let's meet the master here."

Bai Lingyue and Gun Gun followed closely.

The moment they stepped into the Holy Temple, Bai Lingyue's brows furrowed instantly, and she subconsciously formed a protective shield with her spiritual Qi, isolating the defiling aura.

"Such dense resentment and Death Qi, Sir, they are using the remains of countless Souls to stitch together a monster."

"Grumble... So smelly! So uncomfortable!" Gun Gun reacted even more violently, clutching Mo Yan's pant leg, its eyes full of vigilance.

Inside the Holy Temple, Archbishop Marcus slowly turned around.

He looked at Mo Yan and the two who had broken in, his face devoid of anger, an expression of certain victory.

"Welcome to... the birthplace of God."

"Uninvited guests, you have come at just the right time, just in time to witness the dawn of a new era."

He spread his arms, as if displaying his most outstanding work.

"Look, what a magnificent creation this is, the crystallization of the wisdom of My Lord Howler Victor!"

"It will be the new God, the new Dominator of this land!"

Mo Yan's gaze passed him and landed on the frantically wriggling flesh cocoon.

In his spiritual Qi perception, the energy level of the life form inside this flesh cocoon was soaring at an astonishing speed.

LV8 Early Stage... LV8 Middle Stage... LV8 Peak...

And it was still continuously pushing upwards against that invisible barrier!

"The war of the Lords, the legacy of the defeated, it's quite a bargain for someone like you to pick it up, I suppose it's making good use of things," Mo Yan mocked.

"You... how do you know?!" The smile on Marcus's face instantly froze.

The Lord's War!

This was the deepest secret hidden behind the downfall of the Diens Empire!

It was a truth that only he and a handful of the Church's highest-ranking members had glimpsed by interpreting the divine oracle of the Undead Monarch!

How could this heretic, who appeared out of nowhere, possibly know?!

"I know more than you think." Mo Yan walked towards the altar, examining it up and down. "For example, I know that this so-called Saint."

"Is nothing more than a container, artificially created to accommodate the descent of the will of that Undead Lord behind you."

"A large-scale cult sacrifice activity, prepared for a thousand years, made so mysterious, I thought there was some incredible plan."

"To put it bluntly, isn't it just being a lackey for a guy hiding in the gutter, and wanting to drag the whole world down with him?"

"You... you damned heretic!!!"

Marcus trembled with rage at Mo Yan's words, his face contorted, no longer able to maintain his pretense of a holy man.

"What do you know! What do you know!!" He roared frantically, "This is evolution! When My Lord's will descends, all life will break free from their primitive shackles and gain new life in the eternal Undead Kingdom!"

"Is that so?" Mo Yan looked up at the monster about to break out of its cocoon, his eyes cold.

"Your God? It should die before it's even born."