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Chapter 838 is finished.
The Temple of Law is indeed powerful.

As long as the Golden Clan doesn't hide in the shade pretending to be dead, the Deep Abyss is hardly a disaster.

Corrupted by the abyss, Colin could never be a match for any of the Gold-ranked superiors.

This could even be considered an unfair massacre.

This is only a temple led by the chosen ones; it's hard to imagine how terrifying the oppressive atmosphere would be if a real god were in charge.

……

The Phantom of the Black Blade.

Runes swirling between the sorcerer's fingers.

The fangs of a wild beast.

The Blade of the Flame Demon Knight.

At the center of this encirclement of top-tier combatants, Dirasha, the divine body chosen by the Tree God, carried Colin's mangled body with one hand.

The punch pierced Colin's forehead.

This time, Colin was firmly gripped by the throat and couldn't escape by turning into a blur.

Holy light shot out from the back of his head, leaving a transparent hole filled with writhing, broken roots...

...

At this moment, Dillasho's will contained a portion of the Golden Tree's knowledge, thus enabling him to recognize who Colin was.

But there was not a trace of pity in his eyes.

His movements were like carrying a tattered garment, fluttering in the wind.

He coldly scrutinized Colin's soul.

……

This scene possesses both a sense of oppression and divinity, but the chilling atmosphere is even stronger.

The other side of those in power, besides pity, is fully revealed.

In a sense, this is also the splendor that the Golden Tree should have in the memories of the Golden People. The Tree God is loving and compassionate, but don't forget that it was He who led a group of humble races to slay demons and extradimensional creatures, fight fiercely against the stars, and create the Golden Kingdom of today.

The name "gold" is not only associated with abundance, but also with the meaning of weapons.

...

……

The roots are still growing.

Dillah Shaw didn't say a word.

He saw the deep, writhing roots still inside Colin's mangled body, so he lifted him up a bit and then punched him again.

bang——

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a low, muffled thud.

Beasts, knights, and other former rulers all hovered in the air, calmly watching this scene.

...

bang——

Another punch.

Then another punch.

...

He wanted to cut off Colin's path to survival.

But the vitality of those strange roots was somewhat beyond Dillah's imagination.

After several rounds, Colin's body was completely broken, with only a tattered skin holding some scraps of flesh and bones.

Even so, he did not die.

He even managed to squeeze out a sentence from the bottom of his throat at the very end.

他 说:

"You can't... use the power of a tree... to... kill a tree... can you?"

...

……

After those words were spoken, the mutation officially began, but it did not occur on Colin's remains; the mutation occurred on Dirasha.

He saw the shattered roots and broken limbs clinging to his fist, and casually burned them away with holy light.

Then, he saw Colin's broken body turn into a dark, fluid substance that flowed from his palm and into the battlefield below.

Turning his head again, he found that the Flame Demon Knight, the Black Blade Master, the Sorcerer, and the Beast were all looking at him with very solemn expressions.

Dillah Shaw finally frowned.

...

The same situation that happened before has occurred again.

A look of confusion and blankness began to appear on his face, and his eyes lost their clarity.

The golden tree totem on the surface of his bare upper body skin was changing and twisting.

It eventually transformed into an upside-down golden tree.

The roots and tendrils are ferocious.

...

……

Within the sealed-off area, Colin's voice rang out once more.

These were his last words before the end of his life, spoken fluently and normally.

"You are the true home of the profound will."

"The tree god had already prepared a way out."

"The golden age is over, and what follows..."

"The Profound Age".

"Please bear witness!"

...

Holy Radiance began its transformation.

What grows from the upside-down golden tree totem is the profound substance.

That is the dark side of the golden tree, its roots buried underground.

Colin was never the one chosen by the Deep; he was merely a pathetic tool.

Dillah Shaw is the one.

He accepted the sacred radiance of the Golden Tree, and naturally, he could not reject the profound mystery that also belonged to the Golden Tree.

The light in the sky became mottled and dim.

Even the sealed-off areas, including the escape routes within the Golden Kingdom supported by countless Golden People, are slowly transforming into another form, becoming dark and eerie.

The light has never disappeared; it has always been there, flowing in the hands and bodies of every one who bestows blessings.

But it got darker.

This definitely foreshadows some terrible truth, but no one knows it.

...

What's even more terrifying is that the golden holy light that was originally able to block the creations of the abyss completely lost its effectiveness after it dimmed.

There are even faint signs of it blending into the darkness.

All the blessed spirit seers experienced a strange illusion: that they had actually been swallowed up by the Abyss several minutes or even earlier, and had now become part of the Abyss. The fierce battle they had fought earlier was nothing more than an illusion concocted by the Abyss to deceive them...

...

Most perplexing and chillingly, the dark creatures calmed down and ceased their siege and devouring of the golden people.

It was as if, in their eyes, the Golden People were already their own kind.

...

The nuns chanting hymns in the temple began to tremble uncontrollably, their voices even carrying a hint of sobs.

Some terrible changes are happening.

...

High in the sky right now.

Dillah Shaw's pupils continued to become increasingly cloudy.

The will from the other side of the abyss of the underground prison is replacing his original will; the will that embraced gold is being torn apart step by step, and the dark side has gained unprecedented dominance.

A will entirely different from the golden tree known to the believers began to merge with the divine body of Diracho.

Mysterious, wise, mad, majestic, cold-blooded...

powerful.

He possesses all the qualities that the Golden Tree has, and He also possesses all the qualities that the Golden Tree lacks.

As time goes by, the divine status that Diracio has received is rapidly increasing, seemingly without limit.

The Supreme, the Old Days, Shadows of the Old Days, CCD...

...

The suppression of will that manifests in such a short period of time is more direct and impactful than visual means.

It felt like a great deity was being born and growing right before my eyes.

...

Bathed in dim light, Dirasha greedily absorbed the will of the deep golden tree.

At this moment, some of the Golden People began to kneel on the ground, unable to bear the burden. Their understanding had collapsed. The voice from the gods told them that the shadow in the air, which was completely different from the Golden Tree, was the Golden Tree itself. It was just that their shallow understanding had never included this part.

...

knock……

In the golden kingdom, more and more people knelt before the mysterious figure.

The hymns from the temple became more stirring once again, the traces of trembling and sobbing vanished, yet behind the stirring voice lay many discordant melodies, stemming from an undeniable change deep within the singer's soul.

If the scene where the divine body led the golden army to besiege and kill Colin was extremely magnificent, then...

Then this scene before us is the one that truly possesses divine power.

Accompanied by the discordant melody of the chorus, one after another, the people of the Golden Kingdom knelt before the dark divine body, from ordinary citizens to the Golden Knights, to sorcerers, assassins, elders, and even the former rulers of the temple.

...

"Absolutely not... It's all over..."

Before the temple steps, Hastings gazed at the scene of the profound will above the golden kingdom, and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

“That’s not your god, no, you can’t… you can’t kneel.”

"Run! Child!"

...

Whether it's unfortunate or fortunate, Hastings Old Den isn't the only one barely maintaining consciousness in this golden kingdom.

His voice, attempting to awaken the people, jolted Joan Byrne, who was lost and confused on the battlefield, but he only managed to rouse her.

All the warlocks and knights surrounding Bain were now kneeling before Dirac's figure high in the sky.

She stared blankly at the man in the sky whose body was covered with upside-down golden tree totems. When her gaze focused on his figure, something called fear would grow deep in her heart, reminding her of something.

Joan Byrne did not witness the "truth" of the Tree God's fall in the abyss like her mentor, nor did she hear the warnings and guidance from the Golden Tree before the worship pit of the new Nanwei City Church like Milo did.

As the blade, she lacks both physical strength and spiritual power.

Yet it was precisely these two weaknesses of hers that helped her withstand the invasion of the profound golden will.

Because she remembered with perfect clarity every look in Dirac's eyes when he snapped her neck in the warm hall.

That became a deep-seated fear etched into her heart.

And this seems to finally correspond to the original intention of the gods in implanting fear into the genes of all living beings in legend—

"The gods bestow the power of fear to prevent weak souls from being seduced by evil spirits and darkness."

...

The blade of law, which did not kneel, was like a thorn stuck in Dirac's eye.

She represents the faith of most of the Golden Age of Radiance.

In the Golden Kingdom, many people still believe in the ancient laws and covenants that require them to remember every warrior and every blade that gave their lives for this homeland.

The fact that the blade refuses to kneel has greatly encouraged the few who have not yet knelt, and has also shaken those who have already knelt...

But this could lead to very serious consequences.

...

The hymns that drifted from the temple once again became erratic and discordant.

The melodies sung by the elegant choir nuns no longer seemed to highlight war and achievements, but rather each mouth seemed to be a sharp blade questioning and blaming the young.

He questioned her about why she betrayed Golden Tree.

She questioned who gave her the audacity to make such a choice.

...

Byrne was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, her soul is enduring the most terrible oppression.

(End of this chapter)