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Chapter 620 Reinforcements
The prelude has already begun. In the violent tide of psychic energy in the spiritual world, an isolated island flew out from the endless depths. Through the faint mist, you can still see the pointed tower tops and the ruined streets.

Layers of black ash were flying above the streets, particles were floating in the air, the buildings were full of traces of burns, there were many twisted black shadows on the ground, and there were alienated human figures with bared fangs and claws clinging to the corners of the buildings and streets.

"It's the exiled Priestman."

Louise murmured as she looked at the floating city. Ever since the incident with the evil god, Prisman had been forever exiled from the material world and became an isolated island in the spiritual world.

And now, it has reappeared, but when it returned, it had become the lair of the evil god.

"Extraordinary people," Song Ji's voice echoed in the sky above Tyrend, "Pullisman, which has been contaminated by the evil god, is about to collide with Tyrend. Activate the emergency law to protect the defense line of reality and the ordinary people behind you, and then wait for rescue from the Orthodox Church... I give this order in the name of the disaster messenger Song Ji to defend Tyrend."

Along with Tyrone, the extraordinary people and ordinary people in the city were also exiled. Now the ordinary people have fallen into a deep coma due to the tide of the spiritual world. The only ones who are awake are the extraordinary people with mental protection who still maintain their independent consciousness.

Now they are wandering around the corners of Tyrend, just like they did every time they were conducting emergency response training, setting up protective barriers one after another, releasing sigils with the power of purification, calming, and mind protection, to welcome the upcoming big collision.

It is hard to believe that just a few years ago, they were cyber citizens indulging in extreme depravity and indulgence, but now, they are using their power to protect the city that is about to fall.

Prisman is approaching.

The oncoming scene became clearer and clearer. Song Ji could even see the charred shadows of flames still wriggling on the ground. They were the people who died in the Prisman fire and had now been transformed into another kind of creature.

He inserted the flying sword into the ground, triggering the remaining power of the Tyrend Great Barrier. A faint white light enveloped the entire city-state, turning into a semicircular protective shield.

The edges of the two city-states gradually approached each other, a silent collision without a ripple, and then Prisman disappeared from observation, as if he had merged with Tyrend.

Song Ji looked at the ever-changing scenery with a serious expression. Prisman was still there, it just overlapped with Tailande.

"Reality overlay. Prisman is overlaying Tyrender's reality. Currently, Tyrender has just left the real world and is still closely connected to reality. If Prisman overlays it, the evil god will successfully reach the material world through the connection and be with the covered Tyrender."

He whispered that in the spiritual world, the evil god's methods were not as greatly reduced as in the material world. Here was his home ground. With Song Ji's strength, he could only put up a short-term resistance but could not stop the evil god's offensive.

The covering is in progress, and old buildings are gradually appearing on the streets of Tyrone. Tyrone is a newly rebuilt city, much younger than Prisman, and these buildings can only be seen in the old city.

Drifting ashes began to spread over Tyrande, and charred figures began to appear on the ground, constantly squirming. They were waking up.

Song Ji made a seal with his hands, and the glow of the seal swept across the universe, washing away the ashes and dark figures and purifying a corner of the city, but Tyrande was too big, and with his strength, he could not carry out large-scale purification in a short time.

He flew into the air. Shadows were eroding Tyrande. The pitch-black sky was spreading down, like the darkest night and the deepest dark sea. The barriers and sigils held up by the guardians were like small white flowers, blooming everywhere in Tyrande, and swaying in the raging sea. A huge wave would come and overturn it in the waves.

Rain, pouring down with green rain, fire, the rain turned into fire when it hit the ground, burning every inch of land in Tyrande.

It was as if the sun's corona had landed on the earth, the setting sun's glory was shining, the sun was falling, the city was burning, and Tyrend was turned into a kingdom of fire. In the midst of the fire, the twisted shadows on the ground gradually moved, and endless dust and ashes reshaped their bodies. Their green eyes carried hatred for the living, their charred bodies, their hideous wounds, and wisps of fire running through their bodies. They were demons born in the flames, terrifying creatures returning from the abyss of death, and they were followers of the evil god, evil flame ghouls.

Accompanied by thick smoke and flames, the zombies launched the first wave of charges at the guardians. The burning city-state was reflected in Song Ji's eyes. Looking at this doomsday-like scene, he tried his best to kill the zombies one by one.

Although he should conserve his strength to deal with the next bigger crisis, and sacrifice the lives of most ordinary people to protect the manpower, this time, he suddenly changed his mind.

The sword was getting faster and faster, talismans flew out, Song Ji threw out a ball, which turned into a mechanical spider with eight claws in mid-air. Its compound eyes flashing red light pierced a zombie as soon as it landed, and then disintegrated, covered, and devoured steel, soil, and water. The matter was transformed into a mechanical mother nest, constructing smaller mechanical spiders that pounced on the oncoming army of zombies.

This kind of strange creature with shape and physical properties is easy to deal with. The guardians have no shortage of weapons of mass destruction. Gunpowder and guns can produce a sufficiently impressive battle-damage ratio.

But the scattered ghouls turned into ashes and dust, and were then ignited by the ubiquitous flames, transforming into more twisted fire monsters, gathering together and launching a charge.

This is the spiritual world, the home of the evil god. Song Ji never forgets that there are endless monsters and people will get tired and exhausted. Then it will be a test of perseverance, but time is running out.

Suddenly, a crackling sound of electric current was heard, and the intermittent sound echoed in Song Ji's ears.

"Song...Song Ji...I...arrive..."

Song Ji listened attentively and finally heard the complete quotation.

"Lord Song Ji, please hold on. We are trying to find a way to save Tyrender. Reinforcements will arrive soon."

The next second, the gentle and low voice sounded again.

"On your left."

Four hexagons were arranged on the four sides, forming a light curtain, and then a figure walked through the portal and arrived.

He was a kind-looking elder dressed in a simple long robe. He looked at the imminent situation and then turned to look at Song Ji.

"I hope I'm not too late, old man."

The White Robe Archbishop of the Spiritual Church, Sequence 3: Spiritual Mentor, Sarachi.

Reinforcements are coming!

(End of this chapter)