Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 184 The First and Strongest [God-Slaying Tool], the Holy Lance of Twilight

lighthouse.

Amidst the resurgence of spiritual energy, this most powerful nation seems to have produced no possessors of celestial treasures, nor any powerful superhumans.

While other nations proclaimed their possession of celestial treasures, their power, and their visions for the future, the Beacon never made any such pronouncements.

But does the Lighthouse really not have any holders of celestial treasures or powerful superhumans?

of course not.

Perhaps it's about pursuing their own path and having their own code of conduct; or perhaps it's about distrust of certain people, and they don't want to easily expose themselves to the public eye.

Moreover, they also have their own dream: to guide the country back to its original form in their own way.

That requires power, and they didn't have that power in the past.

Therefore, in order to protect themselves, they can only hide as much as possible.

But now there's no need to hide anymore; they've secured the future.

"Boom!"

A dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, its golden rays flowing like a tangible substance, enveloping the surrounding area in a holy glow.

Pedestrians on the street stopped and looked up at the beam of light, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

A tall, slender figure slowly descended from within the pillar of light.

He was a man so handsome he seemed unreal. His long golden hair swayed gently in the flow of spiritual energy, and his skin was like the finest white jade, gleaming with a faint luster. His features were so exquisite that they seemed to have been sculpted by a god himself.

But what is truly incredible is the holy aura surrounding him.

Six pristine white wings slowly unfurled behind him, each feather shimmering with a soft golden light. A pure, sacred aura spread out like ripples, making the air within a hundred meters clear and transparent.

"An angel! An angel has descended!"

The crowd on the road suddenly stirred. Devout believers trembled and knelt down, making the sign of the cross on their chests; elderly women wept as they murmured prayers from the Bible.

Even young people who had never believed in these things before couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes revealing an instinctive awe.

Some people began to softly chant hymns, their voices sounding exceptionally ethereal under the sacred atmosphere.

On the rooftop of a tall building not far from here, two figures were quietly watching all of this.

"An awakened angelic being?"

"It seems he's not a good match for me, this 'demon.' Chief, are you sure you want to recruit him?"

The man in black watched with amusement the man in the distance who was enjoying the admiring gazes of the crowd and who, even after breaking through to the third level, was still unwilling to dispel the supernatural power behind him. A hint of mockery appeared on his lips.

The Asian man beside her had a gentle face and a faint smile on his lips; anyone who saw him would think he was a kind and gentle boy next door.

"Do you think people are more likely to believe in an angel or a devil? No matter how many movies you watch, you'll know who to choose in real life."

"Tsk, prejudice is terrible."

The man in black pursed his lips, but didn't refute anything.

After all, if he hadn't awakened demonic powers, he would have believed in angels more if he encountered angels and demons in reality.

"However, angels are not necessarily as easy to talk to as I am, a demon. Just by looking at him, you can tell he is very arrogant."

"If they don't want to join, then get rid of them."

"I never force anything."

He maintained his gentle smile.

Although he sensed the provocative intent in the man in black's words, he didn't take it to heart.

Angels or demons, they are nothing more than tools to achieve his goals in his eyes; which superhuman who can break through to the third level is not a proud and arrogant person?

The key to suppressing this arrogance is not words, but absolute strength.

"How ruthless, Chief."

"However, as the second known holder of the All-Heavens Treasure in the Lighthouse Nation, and the owner of the strongest 'God-Slaying Gear,' you certainly have the right to say that, Leader."

The man in black exaggeratedly clutched his chest, but his eyes flashed with an unprecedented solemnity.

He still vividly remembers the day that changed his fate not long ago. When he had just broken through to the third level and was immersed in the powerful force brought by the demonic ability, preparing to match his own ability and pursue complete freedom, this seemingly gentle man suddenly appeared in front of him and invited him to join.

At that time, he was incredibly arrogant. As the first known third-tier powerhouse in the Lighthouse, and a being from mythical legends like the "Demon," he had already envisioned countless scenarios of doing whatever he pleased in his mind.

Freedom, power, and a life of unbridled freedom—possessing third-tier power, he can do almost anything he wants in the city.

How could I possibly agree to someone's invitation to join their organization?

So he refused without hesitation, even intending to use this guy who appeared out of nowhere to test his newly acquired power. In the end, a battle did occur, but it ended much faster than he had imagined.

In a single exchange, an overwhelming force completely overwhelmed him, and the cold touch on his neck made him realize that death was imminent.

His third-tier strength was simply not enough to contend with his opponent. Faced with such an absolute difference in strength, he didn't even have time to entertain the thought of resistance.

"I'll join."

He said those words almost instinctively, his voice still trembling.

Although he appears carefree and witty on the surface, he remains vigilant deep down.

The leader was aware of his disloyalty, yet he acted as if he didn't care; this composure was precisely what was most frightening.

What surprised him even more was that the leader even took the initiative to tell him his identity as the holder of the treasures of the heavens, and even which world the treasures of the heavens came from.

In the world of High School DxD, the first and strongest [God-Slaying Gear] is the legendary spear that killed the God Child—the Holy Lance of Twilight!

In the world of High School DxD, artifacts are extraordinary powers created by the God of the Bible and residing within specific humans. These artifacts feed on the thoughts of their wielders, constantly changing and evolving, thus becoming stronger and stronger.

The highest-level divine artifact is the "God Destroyer Gear," which is a divine artifact capable of destroying gods and demon kings. Each "God Destroyer Gear" possesses the abilities of multiple divine artifacts.

The Holy Lance of Twilight is the strongest [God-Slaying Tool]. It contains the will left behind by the gods and has its own consciousness. As a holy lance, it also possesses divine power and is extremely dangerous to demons and monsters.

Yes, he believed that this was the main reason for his defeat, but in fact it was simply a matter of a large gap in strength.

Logically speaking, even if such information might be exposed during future use, it shouldn't be told to him so easily. However, it's clear that in the leader's eyes, the [God Destroyer Gear] is merely his weapon, not the entirety of his abilities. Even without the [God Destroyer Gear], he remains a powerful figure and still possesses the ability to suppress all his subordinates.

Therefore, he didn't care if others knew about the [God Destroyer Tool].

"By the way, leader, you asked me to come up with a code name for myself before, and I've already thought of one. I'll call myself 'Demon'. Anyway, my power is demonic, so there's no need for anything fancy."

"What's your code name, Chief? Or shall we just call you Chief, like we are now?"

The seriousness in his eyes flashed for a moment, then he returned to his previous expression and even asked about the leader's code name.

"Cao Cao".

"Call me Cao Cao or Chief, it doesn't matter, I don't mind."

The man said softly.

It wasn't because the wielder of the "Holy Lance of Twilight" was named Cao Cao that he chose the codename "Cao Cao" for himself. Of course, there was some reason for that, but more importantly, it was because his surname was Cao and he admired the idea that "I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me."

However, there are also some slightly quirky and eccentric elements in them.

He was very interested in what kind of expressions the people of Great Xia would have when they heard that someone named "Cao Cao" had become the king of this land after he came to control it.

"Then I'll call you Boss Cao from now on, it sounds more friendly."

The man in black said casually.

However, it wasn't a random title. He had heard people from the Great Xia Dynasty call Cao Cao "Boss Cao," and he found it interesting, so he remembered it.

There shouldn't be much difference, right?

Cao Cao smiled noncommittally, then turned his gaze back to the fading holy light in the distance.

"Let's go and welcome our third member."

Meanwhile, in Daxia, at the Tian Shu Bureau of Yunchuan City.

"Report: Monitoring in all regions is progressing well."

"Although a large number of mutated biological activities were detected, they were mainly concentrated in the Qinglan Mountain area and did not move into the city. No large-scale mutated rat populations or abnormal mutated cats and dogs were found in the city."

"It should be noted that the number of mutated bird flocks over the city has surged by 42%, forming five main clusters, mainly concentrated over the old city and development zone. However, most of them are second-order birds, and no third-order birds have appeared. They have been driven away and eliminated by drones."

The monitor quickly browsed the holographic data panel, and the tense expressions of the several responsible persons eased slightly.

Director Lin Tianshan rubbed his temples:
How is the shelter relocation progressing?

"this."

The expressions of the Tian Shu Bureau members in charge of evacuating the crowd suddenly became somewhat subtle.

"The situation is not optimistic. Although the entrances to all the shelters have been opened, according to footage transmitted by drones, a large number of people in Jinxiu Community, University Town and urban villages are still refusing to evacuate."

"According to feedback from people on site, their general attitude toward the second spiritual energy tide is 'If we can live, we will live; if we can't live, we will die,' and 'We can be resurrected later anyway, so it doesn't matter whether we die now or not.'"

The atmosphere inside the Tian Shu Bureau was somewhat silent. Lin Tianshan's expression was a bit strange. If he wasn't certain that the other party wouldn't joke with him like that, he would really think they were joking with him.

What does it mean to "live or die"?
And someone said, "Anyway, we can be resurrected in the future, so it doesn't matter whether we die now or not"?
No, the Tian Shu Bureau did make a guarantee that everyone could reunite in the future, but that's on the premise that the Tian Shu Bureau has the capability in the future.

Even within their own Tian Shu Bureau, there's skepticism about this, yet you've become so certain?

(End of this chapter)