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The sound of footsteps with metallic echoes came from all directions.

From the dimly lit entranceway and the shadows of the empty waiting area, tall and solemn figures slowly walked out.

His entire body was covered in silver-grey plate armor that gleamed with a cold light, with delicate black linings at the joints. His head was shrouded in a tightly fitting full-face helmet, leaving only two deep slits for his eyes, revealing no trace of human emotion.

Hanging from his waist was a huge cross-shaped sword that was almost as tall as a person.

Thirteen knights silently surrounded the three people in the center.

The invisible murderous aura was like a sticky liquid, instantly filling the entire space, and even the air seemed to become heavy.

The leading knight stepped forward with his helmet. A cold, metallic sound rustled from beneath his helmet, echoing through the silent station. "I am Lancelot Vittorio Casella, one of the Thirteen Knights of the Roman Orthodox Church."

"So it's you! Misawa Academy, the theft of the Book of Law, and even the disappearance of all the members of Agnese's Battle Sisters... the source of all this chaos!"

"It really takes no effort at all!"

Ye Zuochen's smile remained undimmed as he casually spread his hands, "Alright, you all have such a big fuss, how are you planning to end this?"

"End?" Lancelot's voice was calm, filled with absolute coldness and murderous intent. "Of course, the Gregorian Choir will bring down divine punishment to cleanse you of heresy! Holy spell bombardment, execute immediately!"

"Gregorian Choir?!" Orsola cried out in shock, subconsciously leaning closer to Ye Zuochen. "That's the most powerful spell of the Roman Orthodox Church! In the Vatican Basilica, the world's greatest spiritual center, 3,333 devout believers gathered together to chant the holy spell! Its power is like focusing the sun's rays through a lens, enough to reduce any corner of the world to ashes!"

Ye Zuochen simply raised his eyebrows with interest, and even took a step forward, inviting the other party in a relaxed manner.

"Oh? Sounds lively. Go ahead."

The muscles on Lancelot's face hidden under his helmet suddenly tensed.

The other party's fearless attitude and the unknown means of controlling the entire Janice army overnight made him feel alarmed.

Reason instantly overwhelmed any temptation.

The highest level of annihilation, executed immediately!

"Target locked! Coordinates confirmed!"

Lancelot's voice was resounding.

Without further instructions, the twelve knights simultaneously raised the cross-shaped giant swords at their waists high up. The swords hummed and instantly burst out with a dazzling scarlet light.

Red light shot up into the sky, like thirteen hideous blood-red antennas, piercing through the cold steel dome and piercing straight into the distant horizon.

The huge fluctuation of magical power caused the space of the entire station to begin to distort.

"Declare! According to Revelation John 8:7!"

Lancelot's voice suddenly became grand and solemn, resounding through the void like a loud speaker, drowning out the humming of the giant sword. "The first angel will sound his trumpet, and there will be hail and fire mixed with blood, thrown to the earth!"

"The sound of destruction—reappears here again!"

It was as if the gods had sounded the horn of judgment.

Om-!

A huge roar tore through the space!

The next second, all sounds in the world were forcibly removed, and absolute silence descended.

The thin clouds that were originally floating above the station dome were blown away silently in an instant, revealing the deep and heart-pounding dusk behind it.

Watching from a distance, the scene looked like divine punishment.

A blood-red beam of light, with a diameter large enough to cover the entire station square, suddenly tore through the sky.

It wasn't lightning, but more like billions of giant arrows burning with hellish flames, fused together into a spear of judgment that pierced through heaven and earth, heading towards the center of the station, towards that tiny figure—

Crashed down with a loud bang!

Boom——!

The destructive beam of light, powerful enough to instantly vaporize steel and evaporate buildings, shattered the thick alloy dome without any hindrance, and fell on the spot where Ye Zuochen was standing with unparalleled light and heat!

The dazzling red light swallowed everything!

However, the light faded.

Ye Zuochen still stood there, his posture did not change at all.

Even the ground beneath his feet was intact. Only the surrounding metal structures affected by the violent energy were twisted and melted, emitting smoke.

The earth-shaking beam of destructive light fell on him, and it was like sunlight hitting an indestructible reef. It didn't even cause a ripple and was silently annihilated.

"Um……"

Ye Zuochen tilted his head slightly, as if savoring a dish, and said with a hint of sincere approval, "Not bad attack."

"It's probably about 10% as powerful as the lightning bolt that my elder from the same clan unleashed so effortlessly not long ago."

He smiled at the Thirteen Knights who were standing frozen in place.

"As magicians, you are already very good. This is as powerful as a blow that a top-notch magician from that haunted place where gods and demons often roam can unleash, burning their souls and holding divine tools."

"What...are you talking about?!" Lancelot's voice fluctuated violently for the first time.

Divine tool?

One percent?

What is this person talking about?

The smile on Ye Zuochen's face deepened a little: "To be honest, I really want you to experience for yourself what true divine thunder is."

"such a pity……"

"My current role is that of a 'superpowered person'. Therefore, this is the only trick I can use."

The moment the words fell, Orsola and Himegami Aisa simultaneously felt a strong sense of dizziness and dislocation!

It was an extremely strange feeling, as if I were a clip from a film with key scenes roughly edited out.

The previous second, they were still under the wreckage of the destroyed dome, shocked by the earth-shaking hymn bombardment and Ye Zuochen's incredible safety.

The next second, the scene in front of him changed completely without any transition!

The station is intact.

The cold light fell evenly, and the dome was intact, without any signs of damage.

The earth-shaking blow just now seemed as if it had never happened.

There were only thirteen Iron Knights, kneeling in unison on one knee on the cold floor, their postures extremely respectful, even with a kind of martyrdom-like piety.

Hold your hands in front of your chest.

What they were holding were their own heads!

On their necks, only a smooth fracture remained without a drop of blood.

These headless bodies knelt silently, holding their own heads.

The pupils of Orsola and Himegami Aisa suddenly contracted to the extreme, and a chill instantly shot up from their spines to the top of their heads.

At the same time, in the distant Vatican, deep inside the magnificent St. Peter's Basilica.

Cardinal Peter Eugudis collapsed in fear on the cold marble floor, shaking like a sieve.

In front of him, in the Gregorian Choir ceremony hall, which symbolized the highest military power of the church, the 3,333 monks who had originally chanted in unison were now all kneeling in an orderly manner.

Their heads were also held in their respective hands.

His face was serene, his eyes closed.

It's like finding eternal peace in prayer.

Here, too, there is not a drop of blood.

"What happened..."

The cardinal muttered to himself in despair, a great fear gripping his heart.

A huge spaceship slowly passed by in the cold night sky of Academy City.

Suddenly, an emotionless electronic synthesized sound rang out from the huge loudspeaker installed on the spacecraft, breaking the dusk of the city.

"notice."

"The eighth esper in Academy City (Level 5) has been confirmed."

"Name: Ye Zuochen."

"Affiliated school: A certain middle school and high school."