I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 529. Fusion
The main hall is 100 meters high, and its interior is magnificent and sacred.

However, the atmosphere at this moment was filled with a sense of desolation and deathly silence.

The white-haired old man, dressed in a deep red robe, struck the ancient scepter representing the Black Moon faith repeatedly as he walked forward, his aura rising steadily with each step.
He was clearly only at the second level of the Venerable Realm, the same level as Olivia.

But his spiritual pressure and aura are much more terrifying than Olivia's.

The white-cat woman looked thoughtfully at the old man's back, thinking that this should be the correct way to use the Moon Holy Art Field.

Now, all the spiritual energy and mental power within the entire field are at the disposal of Oberyn.

The duel between spirit masters is not only about spirit clothes and artifacts, but also about energy.

Especially at the Venerable level, maintaining an A-grade spirit garment for even one more second requires an unimaginable amount of energy consumption for those below the Venerable level.

Therefore, with a continuous source of energy, Oberyn has long been invincible in this field.

However, what puzzled everyone was how Aubreyen forcibly revoked the saintesses' authority and consolidated all authority into his own hands.
Logically speaking, even if Oberyn is a cardinal, he shouldn't have this kind of authority.

"Boom-"

As the scepter stood, four golden halos lit up on the old man's feet, knees, waist, and head. In the next instant, they dissipated like flowing water and floated into the air, forming a small golden sword directly above his head.

[Rank A - Sword of God]

Xia Feng's pupils contracted slightly. This was none other than the Spirit Robe that had killed Sirius with a single blow when the angels, including Jufell, surrounded and attacked him.

I never expected to see him again today!

How nostalgic! Xia Feng, expressionless, stepped over the threshold and entered the hall again.

Upon seeing the Sword of God, everyone's expression changed.

The Holy Son of Justice looked solemn, his last remaining hope completely shattered. The Sword of God was an A-grade spirit garment with both great advantages and disadvantages.

Its advantage lies in its terrifying power, making it arguably the best among A-grade spirit garments.

The downside is that it requires a terrifying amount of spiritual energy, almost comparable to that required for an S-grade spiritual garment. Most Venerables simply cannot afford this spiritual garment.

However, with the blessing of the Moon's Sacred Art Field, Oberyn has no need to worry about this problem at all.

Seeing this, Yan Si and Jin Jili stopped cursing and their faces turned ashen.

Oberyn was preparing to use his ultimate move to wipe out the two rescuers outside, giving them no chance and eliminating any possibility of an accident.

Knowing that there was no way to reverse the situation, the Holy Son of Justice did not hesitate any longer and directly thought to himself: "Jiang Qiu'e, Chana Xue, no matter what Oberon's purpose is, he will definitely do evil deeds that violate the three religions' laws and betray his faith."

"Therefore, we must stop him! Even if it costs us our lives!"

The Holy Son of Justice's telepathic message startled the two women, who looked up in confusion. His hoarse, deep voice was solemn: "I will use my soul as a catalyst to self-destruct my position! I will perish together with these traitors who have abandoned the faith of the true god!"

"As for the two saintesses, I don't want to morally blackmail you, but if you are assimilated by their thinking, what difference is there between you and being dead? So why not self-destruct together?"

Jiang Qiu'e and Chana Xue were speechless for a moment. Indeed, rather than being assimilated, self-destructing and perishing together with the enemy was a better option.

They had all learned how to use self-destructing spirit costumes, which weren't difficult to operate.

"But if the two holy maidens are unwilling, then I can only apologize in advance."

The Holy Son of Justice spoke solemnly and with unwavering resolve, "To prevent Oberyn's plan from succeeding, I will try my best to drag both of you down with me when I self-destruct!"

"Disrupt Auberen's plan at its root!"

"?!?!" Jiang Qiu'e and Chana Xue's faces froze. No, do you want to hear what you're saying?
Chana Yuki quickly thought, "Don't do anything rash!! Jiang Qiu'e's artificial life can save us! If you self-destruct now, you'll not only die in vain, but you'll also implicate us!!"

"?" The Holy Son of Justice was slightly taken aback. No, where did this woman get her confidence from?
"Hey, Jiang Qiu'e, hurry up and explain to him, don't let this stupid holy son go crazy!" Cha Nai Xue Ren was numb. In a split second, while trying to persuade the just holy son, she didn't forget to urge the woman surnamed Jiang.

Jiang Qiu'e was already considering the plan proposed by the Holy Son of Justice.

After the Holy Son of Justice self-destructs and severely injures the enemy, she uses the tail-severing technique to revive and then enters the fray to finish them off.

This is not a bad idea.

The downside is that she is very likely to fall into depravity, a risk she is unwilling to take.

Hearing Chana's urgent thoughts, although she still didn't understand why Chana was so confident in Xia Feng, she still silently spoke to the Holy Son of Justice:
“Holy Son of Justice, my artificial life form is actually more powerful than me. I also have a perfect plan for everyone to escape, so don’t act recklessly, or you will only make things worse. Do you understand?”

Jiang Qiu'e's clear, ethereal voice was displeased, carrying an unquestionable command, as if everything was already under her control.

Just as the Holy Son of Justice was about to self-destruct, he paused, puzzled, and looked suspiciously at the black-haired boy who had returned to the hall.

Is this for real? Is this kid really that strong?
The thought only lasted for less than two seconds, but the small golden sword above Oberyn's head had already taken shape and was shining brightly!
The entire magnificent hall's floor, pillars, and walls trembled and showed signs of cracking.

Buzz—! The golden sword leaves the bowstring, and the world loses its color.

Just when everyone thought Oberyn would continue to charge up, the golden sword, like a bolt of lightning with gold and white intertwined, pierced through the black-haired boy's brow in an instant.

*Sizzle*—A bloody hole was easily pierced between the boy's eyebrows, and his body, devoid of life, slowly fell backward.

After killing one person, the Sword of God did not stop, but continued to rush forward like lightning.

Mu Qingtong also stepped into the palace gate and walked slowly inside.

The golden cross at the tip of the sword rapidly magnified in her pupils, and the chill of death invaded her soul, but her golden eyes remained calm and undisturbed throughout.

"?!?!" The sudden scene caused the pupils of everyone who still held onto hope to shrink in shock, but before they could despair, the boy's body, which had been falling backward, suddenly disintegrated—

It turned into specks of crimson light.

The conditions for using the Blood Spirit Construct's fusion ability are actually very demanding. Not only must the souls of both parties be in harmony, but one party must also die before it can be used.

Fortunately, this was not a difficult task for Xia Feng.

The Vermilion Bird Demon Armor is a perfect match.

Moreover, the combined effect was surprisingly good.

Xia Feng found himself transformed into light, and the world around him seemed to come to a standstill.

Or rather, it wasn't that the world stopped, but rather that his thought speed and action speed were at their limit at this moment, infinitely close to the speed of light.

After circling the entire palace in his spiritual state, he found that he could not use any abilities and could not leave the kilometer-long area. In the end, he had no choice but to come to Mu Qingtong.

Miss Mu's beautiful eyes, a pale gold, gazed quietly at the shimmering starlight floating before her.

At this moment, her thought process was also at its fastest speed, but she couldn't move freely like Xia Feng.

The two were unable to communicate.

Xia Feng didn't linger any longer. He quickly transformed into a spirit composed of spiritual light and floated in front of Mu Qingtong.

Xia Feng leaned forward, his fingers intertwining with Miss Mu's. Under the gaze of her pale golden eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The spiritual light, like a gentle stream, flowed into her graceful body and merged with it.

(End of this chapter)