Origin Paradise!

One after another, the sturdy rock gates, as tall as a person, were completely shattered by the gunfire.

Seeing this from afar, the Pope unleashed another Tear of Corrosion. Jiang He sensed the danger and decisively teleported away. He feared that catching another drop of this rain would kill him instantly, but the raindrop seemed to have a tracking function, relentlessly following behind him.

The female doctor who arrived placed her hand on the patient's forehead and whispered, "Love will eventually move on."

Having experienced death, the Marquis of Toman, whose mental state had deteriorated rapidly, suddenly felt much more relaxed.

This corruption, through the female doctor who served as the node, was transferred to the eighth angel on the outskirts of the battlefield, causing him to immediately become a fallen demon, tantamount to death.

"Thank you." Marquis Tommen pushed himself up.

The female doctor slapped over an epic scroll produced from the void and said heavily, "Be careful, this monster has six chances to revive. This is a mental image weapon that can raise your power to a higher level. Its limit is epic level, and you only have one chance. Go to the Pope's side immediately."

Without any hesitation, Marquis Tommen teleported away and arrived at the mountaintop to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Pope.

The leader of the theocracy clearly had received intelligence; his scepter shook the ground, and as the ripples spread, countless shimmering lights illuminated the entire capital.

"The Soul-Cleansing Lamp," the Pope said quickly. "The accumulation of the sins of the Lambs over the past century, similar to the Extraction Tower..."

In a short while, one by one the lights went out, and the scepter in the Pope's hand became radiant, as dazzling as the sun.

Just as the Pope swung his scepter, Marquis Tommen tore open the epic scroll, temporarily transforming his greedy spatial abilities and allowing him to exert significant influence over the outside world.

The lights went out.

Jiang He, who was flashing continuously in the capital, suddenly stopped. A light full of soul-damaging light rose directly into his body, stimulating his soul with unprecedented heat. This was the ultimate killing blow created by the Holy Kingdom over the past century. It was originally a funeral method prepared by the Pope for his old rival, Lamanf, but he never expected it to be used today.

An overwhelming, excruciating pain erupted from the depths of his soul, engulfing Jiang He like a tsunami. He vaguely heard Lilith softly humming a lullaby before he was plunged into death.

Click!

Just as the river thawed, raindrops began to fall.

Marquis Tommen appeared before them, willing to destroy his own weapon in order to deliver the most powerful shot of his life.

The female doctor activated the Love Reincarnation technique with a tragic expression, ready to once again face that excruciating backlash of the soul.

Lust arises from the binding power of domination; the enemy has a terrifying immunity to spells, and even a moment gained by oneself is an unexpected joy.

The four strongest attackers joined forces, seizing the fleeting time difference between death and resurrection, and their teamwork was extremely seamless.

The black gunfire seemed unstoppable. Marquis Tomman, his face contorted with rage, roared, "Six lives? Watch me shatter them one by one! The world isn't a toy for a madman like you!"

A matter of life and death.

Jiang He unleashed his extraordinary burst to enhance his Martial Saint Body, then completely abandoned defense and thrust out the Spear of Destiny.

boom!

The black spearhead pierced his throat, and the silver spear similarly pierced Marquis Tomman's heart. The surging sharpness destroyed everything around them. Jiang He activated the final time loop, and at the moment of resurrection, he grabbed the enemy's corpse and turned to shield himself from the gray rain.

A hint of sneer appeared on his face.

"Six times? Can't you do math?"

Time reversed, all wounds healed completely, the seal of the sin magic was completely lifted, and Jiang He returned to his peak condition, including the domain core that was shattered when he died for the first time.

In an instant, in the command post far away, the prophet suddenly stood up, his expression showing a hint of bewilderment and panic, but more so disbelief.

"One core shattering, one time the time loop repairing," the Prophet gritted his teeth. "We have to kill him thirteen times!"

The vice-speaker and others were almost speechless. According to the plan, given that it was only a little past nine o'clock, Amber would most likely not accept the result of using up two time loops before midnight.

Therefore, the most likely scenario in the face of Marquis Tommen's desperate attack is to retreat temporarily at the cost of serious injury, but the real result is to exchange lives on the spot. The problem is that, according to the new intelligence, our side cannot actually afford to do so.

……

Battlefield in the capital.

Black light appeared in Jiang He's palm, piercing through the prey's head. The Gluttonous Lord absorbed the power of the Greedy Abyss Ghost, moving at lightning speed.

The fifth World Destroyer Demon increases the overall power of God's Will by 200%, and the Enemy of the Seven Deadly Sins grants a 50% immunity to mystical attacks of the same rank after the skill is activated.

When he activated "Divine Flow with Heaven," a violent aura pressed down on the mountains, and a suffocating sense of danger soared into the sky.

Jiang He clenched his fist, and wisps of black cracks appeared around him. The spatial stability of the second-tier world was not as stable as he had imagined. Or rather, although his physical strength was quite good now, it was still not worth mentioning in the long run.

If one day, the time ring can be refreshed, perfectly matching the symbols of Möbius and the ouroboros, then one may finally have some authority in the boundless void.

boom!

Jiang He stepped out from his spot, his figure dissipating. This time it wasn't spatial teleportation, but pure divine speed.

In the heart of the capital, Lust only saw a flash of light before his eyes, and then felt his body soar into the air. With just one punch, a large number of fixed, immortal spells collapsed one after another. Jiang He had shattered the enemy's defenses with a single punch.

At the mountain peak, the Pope waved his staff.

The first Ash Rain Abyss Demon to be born in the history of Ash, and which has corrupted countless people, has unleashed its full power.

Hundreds of thousands of Silver Knights have fallen across the mountains and plains. In the Pope's view, these knights are only destined to die and are better used as firewood to serve some purpose.

The female doctor immediately activated her ability, concentrating the Abyssal Demons onto herself. This time, the scale far surpassed that of the previous encounter at Ash Academy, and the level of enhancement was incomparable.

Bang!

Jiang He unleashed a second punch, the force of which raged like hundreds of tornadoes, completely destroying the city in front of him.

Lust could not dodge the second heavy blow; the Abyss Demon's body was shattered by the violence, and he died instantly.

Seeing this, the Pope's expression turned solemn. He immediately activated his Corruption Domain. His domain was not a conventional sphere, but rather merged with the dark clouds in the sky. Even greater gray rain poured down, with each drop of rain like a billion long swords falling towards the enemy, as if shattering the sky.

Chapter 436 Blood Shadow

In the western part of the country, it was shrouded in gloom and rain.

Just as the battle for the capital city broke out, outside the city of Langel, the old priest awaited the rapidly advancing Ramanf.

“I remember two months ago, we seemed to be in a superior-subordinate relationship.” Raman stopped, a serious look flashing in his eyes, and a giant axe flowing with lava appeared in his hand.

Within the Imperial system, the leaders of the Eye of Ash in various regions are all directly subordinate to the Speaker of the Obsidian Council.

“None of that matters anymore.” The old priest bowed sincerely in apology, then straightened his back and said solemnly, “This world is terminally ill, like a patient covered in tumors. Your and Tomman’s Abyss Purge Plan may be able to eliminate the tumors, but I think the truly terrifying thing is something more fundamental.”

"For example, extraordinary environments suffering from unknown pollution."

The old priest sighed, “Holiness cannot grow in the soil of sin. Fortunately, some wise men have realized this. Only by destroying the supernatural can everything be rekindled from the ashes.”

A silence fell over the room.

Lamanov stared intently at the other person for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "I'm sorry, I don't intend to change my mind. This world is my home, and I am the sinner who started the Age of Ashes, and I have an obligation to save everything."

"But how difficult it is to rekindle an inspiration! It's like an alchemist; once an inspiration slips through your fingers, you may only ever have a fleeting moment with it."

"We relentlessly pursue fine wine, seek inspiration, seize wisdom, and grasp opportunities; if we had given up halfway, none of us would have gotten to where we are today."

Raman said with utmost seriousness, "Don't ruin the future of this world; it has already transcended mediocrity."

The old priest's forehead veins bulged as he roared, "It's nearing its end, and unfortunately it's affected everyone. Everything must start from scratch. This is a golden ideal."

“Guiding and nurturing is like pruning a flowerbed and then letting it weather the storms of nature. That’s my consistent attitude toward my students,” Ramanf said calmly. “It seems you’ve been bewitched by Amber. I have a very outstanding student.”

clang!

The old priest summoned the Heart-Image Scythe, and a dense aura of death surged from his body, growing rapidly.

In the earth, countless dead buried deep underground crawled out of the soil, and in the villa in the city, the empty shell of the Ashes Duchess also stood up, with a massive number of dead guarding death.

The old priest, his killing intent surging, said in a low voice, "Your reverse summoning array can probably only be used within the Empire. Otherwise, during the fortress war, the Empire could have easily airdropped into the Atonement Fortress."

Seeing this, Lamanf laughed and said, "So being afraid of death and being stupid are two different things. Sylvia told me that you used this trick to scare away human assassins outside Carmel. Don't tell me you plan to use the same trick again."

Death, war, plague, and hunger—the four types of Abyss Demon Contract Sorcerers are all recognized as qualified to advance to the strongest, among whom the Grand Legion Commander Elijah is a war Sorcerer.

"It will not let you down."

"In fact, the more people die in the world, the stronger I become."

boom!

The old priest actually charged towards the enemy.

Ramanf got serious. The hatred of death has always been an age-old topic for mankind. The hatred that is aroused by living beings at the moment of death is the most intense. This is the foundation that supports the Scarlet Theaters in various places, and Amber's current actions are most likely due to this.

……

The capital of the Theocracy.

Millions of raindrops fell like swords.

The rain sword grazed Jiang He's body, leaving only a faint white mark, but its sticky, mucus-like adhesion effectively limited its maximum speed.

"Such a physique is truly remarkable." The Pope narrowed his eyes, waved his scepter, and the great horde of descent that had gathered from behind immediately set out.

A thousand newly promoted gold warriors, each clad in white armor, were all of uniformly robust build and possessed a salt domain. Their eyes beneath the armor were deathly still.

This large group belongs to the ruler, the Salt King. In the mystical realm, salt is a symbol of "never decaying." The native creatures of the Salt World who make a salt pact—a vow never to break—can be nurtured by the Salt King, thus becoming glorious puppets who ultimately sacrifice themselves heroically.

Around the mountains, a thousand salt domains were released, and the world seemed to turn salt-white. The capital city was covered with salt fields like sand beaches, and the buildings were assimilated in an instant. Millions of residents turned into salt grains, and then their bodies and souls collapsed, and they died.

Dozens of white-armored warriors launched a charge, their skills, weapons, talents, and even combat habits were all identical.

The combined oppression of the salt marsh and the gray rain almost imprisoned Jiang He in place. The Long-Hate Dragon Spear was placed in his equipment slot, and he was now empty-handed, wearing only the Overlord Armor.

Whoosh whoosh!

Seven salt swords slashed from all sides, sealing off all movement space. The white-armored warriors coordinated perfectly, their positions were precise, as if they were activating an unknown battle formation.

Jiang He took a deep breath, then suddenly twisted his waist and hips, and all the power in his body gathered in his right arm like a surging torrent. In the state of "God Follows Heaven's Movement", all the muscles in his body were tense and bulging, and every inch of fiber was bursting with amazing power.

boom!

The punch was like thunder, as if the space was being squeezed by an invisible giant hand, splashing out cracks like black arcs of electricity.

The three white-armored warriors in front of him were instantly annihilated. The fist waves were like ocean waves, roaring forward on the salt ground, with salt grains flying everywhere, directly disrupting the enemy's battle formation.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Just as several salt swords struck the Overlord's Armor, a dozen arrows with tricky angles came flying in. The attack of the salt weapons caused white spots to appear on the surface of the armor, which then peeled off as salt.

Jiang He turned around and threw a punch, the tip of his fist carrying a fierce wind capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. The fist's energy howled, raising salt dust wherever it passed, and four white-armored warriors perished.

In an instant, countless fist lights rose between heaven and earth, enhanced by the four epic attack effects of the Eternal Regret Dragon Spear. Any one of these punches was enough to kill an ordinary gold-ranked warrior on the spot.

Boom boom boom!

Dozens of white-armored swordsmen died, and white-armored shield bearers swarmed forward. Jiang He forced his way forward, his figure darting left and right.

Blood mist filled the air, and severed limbs lay scattered across the sky.

The salt shield shattered and cracked upon impact with the fist, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly before the shield broke and the man died.

The next moment, the core of the domain shattered one after another, and dozens of white-armored warriors returned from the dead, continuing their attack without hesitation.

Jiang He remained calm throughout, his steps agile as he weaved through the ranks of armored warriors. As he adapted faster, each punch he threw was accompanied by a deafening roar, and one by one, the white-armored warriors fell to the ground dead as if they were puppets with broken strings.

[Hint: You have obtained 1 Life Essence, bringing your total to 12]

[Hint: You have obtained 1 Life Essence, bringing your total to 52]

[Hint: You have obtained 1 Life Essence, bringing your total to 240]

More than two hundred white-armored warriors were killed in action. The Pope, standing on the edge of the battlefield, remained silent. The purpose of this large golden force was to wear down the enemy, but when he saw the golden warriors falling one after another, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The number of golden beings who had already died was already greater than the total number of the Holy Kingdom and the Empire combined.

The protracted battle continued without pause.

Several wounds gradually appeared on Jiang He's body, and bright red blood flowed down her skin. The injuries were secondary; the most critical issue was that the energy consumption of the Divine Movement was not low.

"The water is murky and the sky is yellow."

As the Gun Master's ultimate ability was activated, a large amount of health was converted into energy.

The fighting continued.

The female doctor and her resurgent lust took the opportunity to adjust their state.

When the 310th white-armored warrior fell, a salt sword pierced Jiang He's scarred body. The accumulation of thousands of attacks had reached a qualitative change. The sword tip pierced through the back of his neck and then out through his eye socket, taking his life.

The next moment, the core of the domain shattered.

Jiang He turned around and swept his fist across, obliterating the white-armored warrior behind him, returning to his peak condition.

Despite having anticipated it, the three strongest warriors still felt an indescribable pressure when someone's aura enveloped the battlefield once again.

Cracks appeared in the salt flats, and the white-armored warriors fell one after another. When the six hundredth kill was completed, Jiang He had no choice but to use the Time Ring to reach the peak once again.

"This is never going to end," Lust muttered viciously.