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At this moment, all around was silent. Everyone could only hear their own breathing, the sound of heartbeats and gasps coming from within the beam of light. It was as if an extremely sticky darkness was flowing out from within.

Suddenly, waves of dizzying muttering and chanting sounded at the same time. The blood and resentment that had originally begun to settle downwards all floated up and seeped into the column of light.

When these whispers reached the ears of those around them, their skin instantly began to rot, oozing yellow pus, and their eyes shone with terrifying bloodshot. Even Zhou Ning's exposed skin was covered in a layer of tiny, slippery bumps, and even the Sun Guardian's "Purification" and ripple abilities were of no use.

[Jasmine Kronin cast the divine spell on you: Great Dispersion.]

[Jasmine Kronin cast the divine spell on you: Mind Protection.]

[Jasmine Kronin cast the divine spell: Inner Fire on you.]

……

After Jasmine unleashed more than four or five divine arts on herself, the tiny numbness finally vanished. She could only get as close to the Obelisk's Giant God Soldier as possible, relying on the telepathic connection between them to resist the pressure from Nyastra.

"Be careful. Nyastra isn't that easy to deal with. As an ancient evil god, his godhood is no less than that of the Colossus. He possesses the ability to instantly corrupt and create large numbers of super-level creatures. He could easily destroy this city. If we hadn't used God's Descent, we might not have been able to successfully seal him."

Zhou Ning rubbed his forehead and nodded silently. He noticed that he had also been given a buff at some point.

[Gaze from the Ancient Evil God: All attributes -50%, perform a mental check every 60 seconds, and upon failure, immediately begin to decay.]

This debuff was the most terrifying group curse he had ever seen. Compared to the straightforward physical boss, what gave him a bigger headache was this evil god, which had already reduced his combat effectiveness by more than half before it even appeared, and there was even the danger of corruption and degeneration if he wasn't careful.

"God said, from this day forward, the Sun Goddess will bless you."

At this time, the Archbishop of the Ascetic Church, Stuart Crow, had finished the battle and rushed to the scene with several other white-haired and bearded ascetics. With a solemn expression on his face, he waved the gorgeous staff in his hand and chanted the Holy Word.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pure and clear morning light suddenly descended and enveloped the surroundings, instantly suppressing the curses of everyone around him and allowing the squirming flesh and blood to return to calm.

There was even an ascetic monk who raised his staff, condensing it into a large number of arrows made purely of light, which instantly shot towards the distant pillar of light.

Silently, these brilliant arrows were swallowed up by the beam of light and failed to produce any effect.

No, the fact is just the opposite. After swallowing the arrow, the beam of light became even brighter, and the surroundings became darker and more silent.

Immediately afterwards, a strong hurricane accompanied by a large amount of blood and resentment gushed out from the light column, continuously pushing the surrounding crowd back.

The hair on Zhou Ning's forehead was blown up by the sudden strong wind, but the Giant God Soldier bent his knees and made an attacking posture.

Then, an extremely huge figure appeared in the light column in front, accompanied by strong winds and bloody rain!

The ancient evil god Nyastra has finally arrived!

He was nearly thirty meters tall, his skin a brilliant red, and he seemed to be burning with an eternal green flame of evil energy. As for his appearance...

Zhou Ning lowered his eyes silently as if prepared. He had the same feeling as when he first met the Dark Spider Queen Matalita. There were a lot of mysterious and complex patterns on her face, as if every inch of her skin contained incomprehensible messages and very strange arrangements and combinations, enough to instantly contaminate any human without divinity, or even kill them on the spot.

This is also the most critical rule in the code of mysticism: never look directly at God.

At this time, the wind had reached its fastest speed. Nyastola raised his hand, and a large amount of blood fell to the ground. In an instant, a large number of sizzling corrosion sounds were heard.

……

On the top of the Docklands Fortress, under the black smoke, Charles VII, who was obviously much taller than an ordinary person, held the edge of the city wall with his hands, looking at the scene in the trade area with a cold expression. Compared with his previous cautiousness when dealing with Charles VI, he now seemed extremely confident.

At some point, a purple-blue aura had quietly risen around the Darkland Fortress. On either side of him stood two official demigods from the Braxton clan, dressed in red uniforms and riding boots, their expressions extremely respectful. Next to him stood his closest advisor, the Minister of the Navy, Todd Ruth, whose clan motto was "Moderation."

"Look, the real climax is coming." Charles VII pointed at Naiastola in the distance and said in a deep voice, "If no one steps forward to stop him, the city of Dockland may become completely history today."

"But unless we can join forces with the Ascetic Church and the Church of the Earth Goddess, we may not be able to stop Him." Todd Ruth lowered his head and said cautiously.

"What does it matter?" said Charles VII, glancing at Todd Ruth.

"Today's Darkland was built on the ruins of Abbot City. If the extraordinary are the cornerstone, then ordinary people are the firewood, ready to be burned for heating at any time."

"Furthermore, you've underestimated the strength of the two major churches. As long as they're willing to use divine descent or the unknown artifacts sealed within the temple, defeating Nyastra isn't impossible."

Seeing that the situation had basically settled, Charles VII seemed to be in the mood for conversation and changed the subject: "Do you know why I cooperated with the Life Alchemy Association and the Curse Cult to cause this situation?"

Todd Ruth shook his head hastily.

"Because my teacher told me the greatness of alchemy since I was a child. In his words, alchemy is a transaction between mortals and gods, and everything is possible." Charles VII said with emotion.

"When I was a little older, my teacher told me another story: There was once a king in the ancient Kingdom of Farik. At the peak of his powers, he possessed everything in the world: wealth, fame, and power. But at the height of his fame, he unexpectedly died in an assassination orchestrated by the gods."

"My father was also listening at the time. He told me: This incident reminds us that the king will not abdicate, the king only dies in his sleep. If you want to maintain your position as king, you must treat the extraordinary and the gods properly."

"But I was wondering, was the teacher telling me that if I wanted to avoid being threatened by so-called gods and transcendents, I had to become a god myself? And to control the transcendents as much as possible?"

"So I did it naturally. As long as the ritual is completed, I will successfully become a man-made god and no longer be threatened by anyone. The 'honesty' of the Aiden family and the 'pride' of the Lambert family, which I eliminated through the retreat, will become the fuel I need to become a god."

"As for this thing, haven't you always been curious about the use of it that I spent so much effort to make..."

Charles VII pointed at the purple gas mask in front of him. "This thing is the best gift my teacher gave me. It allows ordinary people to no longer fear extraordinary people. It may be mass-produced soon. As long as they are within range, reality will be enhanced and extraordinary people will be suppressed. As long as a platoon of soldiers with flintlock rifles are deployed, even extraordinary people will be nothing more than mortals with faster movements and stronger bodies."

Todd Ruth, a superhuman, silently wiped the sweat from his head and lowered his head even lower.

But at this moment, Charles VII noticed that the young man standing on the blue monster's shoulder raised his head and swept his cold eyes over here.

……

On the other side, when the blood drops fell to the ground, they quickly turned into hideous beasts of flesh and blood, rushing towards the crowd around them. Countless vengeful spirits and ghosts flew back and forth, making all kinds of harsh noises and creating a huge commotion.

Stuart Crow took a deep breath and clenched the scepter in his hand. Judging from the aura alone, these flesh and blood monsters he created were already extraordinary creatures, some of them were even super-class. What made him feel even more desperate was that these flesh and blood puppets could even split apart.

In just less than ten seconds, more than a dozen flesh-and-blood beasts with equally extraordinary auras appeared.

If it is not handled properly, perhaps the entire Darkland will be reduced to ruins and the world may be destroyed.

"God says the enemies must be judged."

Stuart waved the scepter in his hand and pointed it at Naiastola in front of him.

Due to the decline of his mental strength, Zhou Ning could feel that the momentum of the Giant God Soldier had begun to decline. He withdrew his gaze from Charles VII, controlled the Giant God Soldier to punch out, and blasted a flesh-and-blood beast that approached him into powder. Then, a card appeared between his fingers again, materializing it.