240: The messenger of God comes again, Lydia's wailing!

Rumble!

In an instant, the entire arena shook violently!

The ground cracked, and scorching air gushed out from the fissures, as tectonic plates shifted, squeezing out a small volcano in the blink of an eye!

The 500-meter range of the arena was almost filled by the mountain peak!

Aoshi Shashen’s eyeballs nearly popped out!

Is this a normal mage’s skill?!

Isn’t this too much?!

Before he could think, the volcano began to erupt violently the next second!

Lava meteors, containing terrifying high temperatures, shot out, falling irregularly like a celestial maiden scattering flowers!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Aoshi Shashen was horrified, activating all acceleration skills and dodging continuously!

Where the lava meteors struck, violent explosions occurred, leaving behind entire patches of high-temperature lava, slowly flowing.

From a distance, he could feel his face burning and tightening.

“I’ll probably die if I touch it…”

Aoshi Shashen’s thought flashed by, as he nervously weaved and dodged.

This kind of irregular projectile skill heavily tested movement and prediction; a slight mistake would mean death.

His operational skills were naturally excellent, considering he was the third-ranked in the Southern District.

The process was fraught with danger, but relying on his crucial etherealization skill, he successfully arrived at Chen Beixuan’s spawn point.

However, looking around, he couldn’t find Old Man Chen’s shadow!

“Damn it, where did this guy run off to?!” he couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

After all that trouble to arrive, he didn’t even see a ghost, and a sense of frustration immediately welled up in his heart!

Just then,

A full-throated sigh came from above his head.

“How magnificent…”

Aoshi Shashen’s expression changed abruptly, and he looked up sharply!

Old Man Chen was in the sky!

Holy cow!

This old geezer can fly?!

He was instantly bewildered.

He had no flying mount, nor any flying skills.

How the hell was he supposed to fight this?!

At the same time, the players in the spectator room were also in disarray.

At their level, they had no access to flying skills, so they were greatly shocked by the fact that Old Man Chen could fly.

But what shattered their game perception even more was Old Man Chen’s skill!

Super large range, super long duration, and super high damage—this was absolute, no doubt about it.

Based on the meteor fall points, the actual range of this skill was definitely much larger than the arena!

Many meteorites hit the air walls around them; otherwise, they would have projected even further and covered a wider area.

It was truly comparable to a natural disaster!

The number of bullet comments sharply decreased during this period, as most players were clearly dumbfounded.

But then they erupted like a geyser!

“Old Man Chen is awesome!”

“This skill, 666!”

“Is this the gold content of a level 100 skill?!”

“I’m guessing level 100 grants flying skills; this is too cool, looks like I need to level up quickly.”

“Assassin vs. Mage is a complete victory, but Assassin vs. flying Mage… a song of sorrow for you…”

“Look quickly, Aoshi Shashen won’t be able to dodge it anymore…”

“……”

Above the sky,

Chen Beixuan looked at the volcanic eruption with exclamations of wonder, sighing repeatedly.

It was quite a while before he realized that no kill notification had appeared; the opponent lasted a bit longer than he expected.

But as soon as that thought flashed, the kill notification popped up!

[Ding! After a tough battle, you killed player [Aoshi Shashen]! Successfully advanced to the next round!]

-3,825,000!

As the damage number floated up, the opponent was actually below him.

“Quite good at running…”

He chuckled softly, then transformed into a white light and teleported back to the Imperial City.

The match ended, but the crowd in the spectator room lingered, wanting to continue waiting for the next multi-player match.

It was rare to see Old Man Chen in action; as long as he wasn’t in a match, almost everyone came to join the fun.

Among them were many game bloggers and intelligence personnel from major clubs, recording videos and documenting Old Man Chen’s skill effects.

Although knowing Old Man Chen’s skills might not guarantee a win, it was always good to record more, just in case it came in handy.

Chen Beixuan, who finished early, pondered his next steps.

After the matches ended, it would probably be close to logging off, so he wanted to find a high-level BOSS to kill during this time to trigger the feedback.

Otherwise, wasting an opportunity would break his heart.

“Where should I look…” Chen Beixuan mused, stroking his chin.

The Dark World was done for; everything that could be harvested had been harvested.

The Demon Realm was similar; the Demon Gods avoided him, so there probably weren't many opportunities.

The Demon Realm, needless to say, had long since hidden far away.

The locations of the Divine Realm and the Elf Realm still needed time for Laji to investigate; there was no clue for now.

“Then I can only try my luck at the Light Church…”

Yesterday, he killed Kadela, one of the Twelve Divine Envoys; perhaps another one would come today, like a timely delivery of charcoal in the snow.

He had no good feelings for those who wanted to take Xiao Lu away, so they were perfect targets.

But before that, he had to find someone to ask for the location of the Light Church headquarters…

……

The actual situation was not much different from Chen Beixuan’s deduction.

Kadela’s death triggered a Chain Reaction, infuriating the Divine Realm, which felt its authority challenged.

Sandra, the 8th ranked of the Twelve Divine Envoys,

and Lilian, the 9th ranked, arrived at the Light Church this morning.

After several hours of wrangling and interrogation, they still hadn’t obtained any useful information from Lydia.

Light Church Prayer Hall.

Lydia squirmed as if she had maggots on her backside, unable to sit comfortably.

With a helpless expression, she said, “I already told you, Kadela and I got lost at the time and weren’t together at all. I don’t know how she died, how many more times do I have to say it?!”

The Eighth Divine Envoy, Sandra, looked displeased, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“You are lying. Kadela took you to find the way; how could she be separated from you? Getting lost is even more nonsensical!”

“I advise you to tell the truth; our patience is limited!”

As soon as he finished speaking,

Lilian, standing nearby, stretched out her hand and cast a secret spell on Lydia.

“Ugh…”

Lydia groaned, feeling the Light energy violently churning within her body, every inch of her skin feeling as if it would tear apart, in extreme pain!

The Light Church originated from the Divine Realm, and most of the power they wielded also came from the Divine Realm.

To control them, the Divine Realm created special secret spells to control the energy within their bodies, just in case.

She gritted her teeth and endured, cursing inwardly.

If it weren’t for fear that that old geezer would destroy her father’s years of hard work and destroy the Light Church, she would have told the truth long ago.

Saying it now would certainly be easy, but it would only allow Old Man Chen to settle scores without any qualms later.

Although she had only interacted with him twice, she had generally figured out Old Man Chen’s temper.

When he acted, he showed no mercy.

He didn’t care who you were or if you had backing; he killed indiscriminately.

But conversely, as long as you didn’t provoke him or plot against his granddaughter, the shared human identity was the best death-exemption token.

So she absolutely could not tell the truth; she had to stick to her story that she simply didn't know!

Now, at most, she would suffer some torment.

Without concrete evidence, the Divine Envoys could not kill people without reason, especially since she was the Pope!

Seeing that Lydia still wouldn’t speak, at Sandra’s signal, Lilian intensified the punishment!

“Ah!!!”

Lydia cried out in pain.

The sound echoed, reaching the Old Pope’s ears outside the prayer room.

Amidst his heartache, he was powerless.

Just then, a church member came to report.

“Your Holiness, there’s someone outside calling himself Old Man Chen, who wishes to see Pope Lydia, saying they know each other.”

“Oh?” The Old Pope’s cloudy eyes suddenly brightened.

He naturally knew who Old Man Chen was, but he found it strange that he would suddenly visit.

Lydia’s wails left him no time to think carefully.

To save his daughter now, perhaps the only way was to humble himself and seek help from that guy…