257: Is that all you can do? The Archbishop was so angry that he vomited blood!

“My God… is dead?”

Marcus’s fanatical expression instantly froze.

His face, covered in wrinkles and age spots, twitched violently with anger, appearing even more terrifying than the stark white bones on the altar.

“You ignorant worm! How dare you blaspile God!”

He roared madly, slamming the human bone scepter in his hand onto the ground.

Boom!

Centered on him, a shockwave of sacred and defiled energy rapidly spread.

The entire temple floor was instantly corroded into pits and hollows, emitting wisps of dark green poisonous smoke.

Gun Gun, who had been following behind Mo Yan, shivered all over when hit by this aura, his fur bristling, and he quickly hid behind Mo Yan’s legs.

Only a small head peeked out, vigilantly staring at the crazed old man.

“Sir, this old fellow’s energy is very strange.” Bai Lingyue’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

She could sense that the power within Marcus’s body contained both the scorching heat of Holy Light and the icy coldness of the undead.

Two completely opposite attributes were forcibly blended together by him in a bizarre way.

“He’s treating himself as part of the sacrifice, using his Soul as a connector to communicate with that Undead Lord.”

“What do you know? This is a gift! It is the supreme glory bestowed upon me by my Lord!” Marcus shrieked, a power completely unbefitting his appearance erupting from his withered body.

He raised his bone staff high, and several beams of light shot out from the skull’s eye sockets at the staff’s head, entwined with black plague aura, like tracking missiles, shooting towards Mo Yan from all directions.

“Holy Light… Judgment!”

Mo Yan extended a finger and tapped several times at the Void Realm in front of him.

The next second, they were silently annihilated.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Mo Yan raised an eyebrow, a hint of disappointment in his tone, “I thought a cult leader who had plotted for a thousand years would have some earth-shattering means.”

“You…!”

Marcus was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

His proud Spells, which could easily corrode the defenses of an LV7 expert, were effortlessly neutralized by this young man.

“Heretic, if I don’t let you witness true despair, you won’t understand what a great existence you are opposing!”

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Marcus’s eyes.

He stopped attacking Mo Yan and instead turned to plunge the bone staff in his hand into the center of the white bone altar beneath him!

“By my blood as a guide, by my Soul as a sacrifice!”

“Sleeping Souls, heed my summons, offer your final loyalty to your master!”

The entire altar trembled violently.

The eye sockets of the countless skeletons embedded in the altar all lit up with crimson light.

The next moment.

One by one, Skeleton Soldiers holding broken weapons climbed up from the altar.

Their numbers grew rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, they had formed an Undead army of several hundred, completely surrounding Mo Yan and his two companions.

These Skeleton Soldiers were not ordinary cannon fodder; they all wore armor from the Diens Empire era, and the Soul fires flickering in their eyes emitted an aura, with the weakest being above LV5!

Among them, there were even more than a dozen Death Knights riding skeletal warhorses!

“These are… the Empire’s heroic spirits who died in battle back then?” Bai Lingyue looked at these undead, “He actually used evil arts to transform these heroic spirits, who should have rested in peace, into his Puppets!”

“More than just Puppets.” Mo Yan’s gaze turned cold, “He twisted their Souls, condemning them to eternal unrest, and forcing them to fight for their enemy.”

“Kill him!” Marcus, looking like a madman, pointed at Mo Yan.

“Roar!”

Hundreds of Undead Soldiers let out a silent roar, brandishing their swords and blades, and surged forward as one.

“Sir, leave these Miscellaneous soldiers to me.” Bai Lingyue stepped forward, waving her delicate hand.

“Formation activate, Ice Seal!”

In an instant, cold air spread out from her as the center.

On the ground, streaks of ice-blue formation patterns lit up, and the first few dozen Skeleton Soldiers at the front were instantly frozen at their feet by ice, the cold air spreading upwards along their bones.

In a blink of an eye, they were turned into crystal-clear ice sculptures.

However, these undead were fearless, and the subsequent skeletons stepped over their companions’ bodies, continuing the charge.

“Gun Gun will help too!”

Seeing this, Gun Gun also became spirited.

He actively charged into the pile of skeletons.

Qingyang Bamboo Shadow Skill!

Gun Gun’s figure instantly became blurry.

He didn’t use large-scale Spells like Bai Lingyue, but rather simply and brutally wielded his bamboo.

Bang!

An LV6 Skeleton Warrior, along with his shield, was smashed to pieces by a single blow from him, bone fragments flying everywhere.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gun Gun charged through the Undead army formation, and wherever he went, no skeleton could withstand the power of his single blow.

Those hard bones were more brittle than crackers in front of him.

He even took a moment to pick up a Death Knight’s leg bone, shoved it into his mouth, bit it off with a “crunch,” and then spat it out in disgust.

“Not tasty, no flavor!”

This violent yet comical scene made the originally tense and grim atmosphere become somewhat strange.

Mo Yan did not pay attention to these miscellaneous Soldiers.

His gaze was always on Marcus, who was frantically channeling energy into the flesh cocoon, and on the flesh cocoon itself, which was throbbing more and more violently.

He could feel that whatever was inside the flesh cocoon was about to emerge.

He couldn’t drag this out any longer.

Mo Yan’s figure instantly vanished from his spot.

Star Stepping Art!

He bypassed the chaotic battle area and appeared on the side of the altar.

“Your opponent is me.”

A cold voice sounded in Marcus’s ear.

Marcus was startled; he hadn't even seen how Mo Yan got there!

Without thinking, he tried to retreat.

But it was too late.

A sharp Sword Qi had already slashed towards the arm holding the bone staff.

Marcus’s pupils constricted, and at the last moment, a corpse appeared in front of him like a Puppet, actively stepping forward to block him.

The Sword Qi flashed, and the corpse’s body, along with the robe it wore, was cleanly split in two.

Marcus seized the opportunity to retreat, putting a dozen meters of distance between them. He looked at the corpse of his companion on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

“Quick reaction, knowing to use your subordinate as a shield.” Mo Yan twirled his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his eyes full of mockery.

“You… who exactly are you!” Marcus finally felt a fear that originated from his very Soul.

The strength of this young man in front of him had completely surpassed his comprehension.

Whether it was his elusive movement technique or the seemingly ordinary yet indestructible Sword Qi, they all made him feel a tremor from the depths of his Soul.

This was simply not a strong person who should exist in this world!

Mo Yan did not answer him.

He walked step by step towards the altar.

“Stop! Do not approach the Saint!”

Marcus shouted, his voice betraying his inner fear.

He knew he was absolutely no match for Mo Yan.

His only hope was to buy time!

As long as His Highness the Saint was born, everything would be reversed!

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the ground in front of him.

“In my name, flesh and blood as a prison, Wall of Plague!”

The vital blood landed on the ground, rapidly transforming into a squirming swamp of flesh and blood.

From the swamp, a wall of flesh and blood, composed of countless twisted arms and wailing heads, rose from the ground, blocking the path between Mo Yan and the altar.

Disgusting plague pus constantly dripped from the wall.

However, Mo Yan merely glanced at the wall, then raised the sword in his hand.

“Flashy.”

He said softly.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light burst forth from the tip of his sword.

As the sword light swept across, the wall of flesh and blood, like butter cut by a red-hot knife, silently split open with a smooth cut down the middle.

Through the opening, Marcus saw Mo Yan’s eyes, filled with killing intent.

“No!!”

Marcus shrieked in despair.

He could only watch helplessly as Mo Yan passed through the cut wall and walked towards the soon-to-hatch flesh cocoon.

It’s over.

Everything is over.

A thousand years of planning, a thousand years of waiting, all about to be ruined at the last moment!