Alien Hotel.

Chapter 706 Underground Clash
Amidst the ever-gathering holy light, a tall figure gradually solidified and took shape.

With short golden hair and draped in a white holy robe, his entire body was shrouded in a translucent psychic glow, and his face seemed to constantly change depending on the observer's perspective, making it difficult to see his true appearance.

Energy was gathering in the air, and the powerful pressure far exceeded that of any cultist I had ever seen before.

The leopard instantly became alert, crawling on all fours to protect Yu Sheng, baring its teeth and letting out a low growl.

Yu Sheng recognized the person in front of him at a glance: he had seen him before in front of the Gate of Eden on the plains.

The highest leader of the Secret Order of Saints, the "Holy Throne".

"It's that flashy show-off!" Eileen immediately grabbed Yu Sheng's hair and yelled, "Holy crap, he looks even shinier than before!"

To be honest, Yu Sheng really admires this little guy's carefree attitude towards life.

The moment he saw the figure opposite him, he tensed up, his heart pounding under the stimulation of his spiritual intuition—it pounded so hard that he had to stop his heartbeat for a moment before staring at the figure and saying in a deep voice, "You've finally shown yourself."

The figure shrouded in psychic illusions stood in the distance, and upon hearing Yu Sheng's words, simply opened his arms calmly: "You will be the ones who..."

The moment the Holy See uttered a few words, a series of roars suddenly erupted from the underground cavern. Seven or eight enormous silver-white fox tails spewed propellant flames and slammed into the spot where he had landed. Before the fox-carrot missiles could even hit the ground, a continuous net of scorching rays pierced the air and shot in from all directions.

Countless mass-produced dolls emerged from every dark corner of the cave. In the darkness, countless scarlet eyes shone like blood-stained stars, and beams of light shot from the dolls' fingertips suddenly illuminated the surroundings!

The Holy See was immediately taken aback. Clearly, this cult leader, who had ruled in the shadows for so long, was completely unaccustomed to the hotel gang's straightforward fighting style. His surging spiritual power had no time to gather before he was overwhelmed by the bombardment and ray storm.

Just as he hastily erected his protective barrier, another beam of light burst forth from behind Yu Sheng.

A figure with wings on its back emerged from the air, wielding a flaming greatsword the size of a door, unleashing a beam of light.

The explosion shook the earth, and it was as if a sun had burst forth from the huge underground space, making the entire cave as bright as day.

"Despicable scoundrel!!"

A roar came from the erupting "sun".

"What need is there for chivalrous code when dealing with a heretic like you!" Yu Sheng said, raising his arm as the blood needle launcher hissed, sending out a dozen tiny, almost invisible needles toward the figure in the firelight. "Do you think I, a righteous person, can just listen to you finish your rant?"

Before he could finish speaking, the figure, brimming with powerful spiritual energy, tore through the smoke and flames, stepped forward, and raised its right hand in the distance.

However, a truly dangerous blade lurks in the shadows of light and fire.

Luna's figure leaped out like a ghost along the spatial trajectory distorted by the beam of light, and several finger-blade-like blades were instantly pressed against the Holy Throne's throat.

However, the blade that could pierce through the warship's armor failed to penetrate the seemingly illusory and transparent skin.

The blade's tip collided violently with the spiritual energy in the air, sparks illuminating Luna's figure and the Holy Throne's face, which seemed to be constantly changing.

The Holy See slowly turned his head, calmly gazing at the steel golem before him in the distorted holy light.

"traitor……"

He turned slightly to the side, then reached out and grabbed Luna's neck.

A flawed, mass-produced empty shell, fuel for the creation of the Holy Spirit, and an insignificant adversary.

The thought flashed through his mind, but the next second, the scene before him suddenly changed strangely.

The artificial saintess, whom he had expected to be easily destroyed, vanished before his eyes. An endless, gray wilderness came into view, and a feeling of his soul being suppressed surged from the bottom of his heart. An invisible and chaotic wind blew across the wilderness, carrying an empty, death-like echo.

The Holy See looked down in astonishment and saw his body rapidly hunching over and decaying, the surging psychic radiance evaporating as quickly as water vapor under the blazing sun.

A blonde girl holding a silver-white holy sword stood in the tall grass not far away, while knights in brass armor approached from all directions.

The knights charged forward.

The Holy See hastily retreated, then raised his hand and summoned a bolt of lightning.

This strange place was suppressing his power, but he was still very strong.

However, the next second, he saw even more figures appear in the wilderness.

Those were young girls, also clad in armor, holding swords, spears, battle axes, and longbows—gifts given to them by their families and friends long ago when they left their hometown. The simple villagers hoped that these swords would give the children who left their hometown a better chance of survival, and now these hopes from many years ago have become projections in the world of souls.

More knights rose from the nameless tall grass, like restless souls emerging from their graves.

Some of these figures still had recognizable faces, while others had blurred features, and some were even just empty illusions, with tattered armor and broken swords floating in the air.

"traitor……"

The Holy See was no longer calm; his eyes were filled with anger, and then his body, which had begun to hunch over and shrink, stood up once more.

A continuous, muffled rumble of thunder rolled across the sky of the Soul Wilderness. Light flickered in the sky, as if cracks appeared at the chaotic border between life and death. The Holy Throne straightened its body, and its form continued to rise and be reshaped in the light.

Without hesitation, Luna drew her sword and stepped forward, slashing at the body before the opponent could gather its energy.

A rapidly expanding bolt of lightning blasted her away.

However, beside her were figures rushing forward.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Hu Li leaped high into the air, carrying Yu Sheng to dodge a sweeping bolt of lightning. Crystal clusters in the underground cavern hummed chaotically, their surfaces reflecting lightning. A tall, blond figure floated in the distance, three halos condensing above his head.

The Holy See raised his head, his movements sluggish from the attack in the soul world, his eyes filled with a hint of bewilderment.

But this guy is still ridiculously strong—at least more difficult to deal with than Yu Sheng had imagined.

He has already resorted to righteous gang attacks, righteous surprise attacks, righteous ambushes, and even sent Luna to carry out righteous base raids and flanking maneuvers. Those so-called great sages he encountered before would have been chopped into mincemeat by now.

It can only be said that this cult leader, who was "marinated" by angels, is indeed someone of some importance.

Fortunately, the two sides are now at a stalemate, and Yu Sheng likes stalemates.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Who exactly are you people?

The “Holy Throne” standing in mid-air lowered its head, its voice booming, its face changing in the illusion, each face now carrying a solemnity it had never shown before.

“Didn’t I tell you? He’s your living father,” Yu Sheng wiped the blood from his face, his arm also bleeding profusely. “Besides, we’ve fought all this way, what’s the point of asking me where I came from?”

Eileen clung to Yu Sheng's arm, looked up and glared at him: "Hey! Yu Sheng, you're covered in blood!"

Yu Sheng didn't care and waved his hand dismissively: "Don't panic, it's all my own blood."

"Oh, that's good."

The little doll muttered something and rubbed its head against Yu Sheng's wound.

Their conversation seemed to be a provocation, and the expanding psionic light around the "Holy Throne" instantly became even stronger.

"...dull-witted".

The Holy See said in a deep voice.

The next second, he suddenly opened his arms again.

A curtain, seemingly forged from light yet floating like a light veil, suddenly descended upon the vast cavern space.

The light curtain seemed to pierce through the thick layers of earth, extending downwards to the depths of the ground and upwards through rocks and soil. The rock layers seemed to become transparent, and through the gaps in the light curtain, Yu Sheng could even see the smoke-filled surface, the sky illuminated by orbital bombardment, and the landing shuttles of the unified fleet passing through the clouds.

Yu Sheng became highly alert. A familiar aura seemed to be condensing from the light screen. Then, he saw several tall figures pass through the light screen.

With wings on its back, radiant and dazzling, wielding a giant flaming sword, it exudes an ineffable holiness.

A living saint.

A whole bunch of living saints.

"Holy crap—" Eileen immediately jumped up and cursed, "This whole pile?!"

Even Hu Li looked up, and in a moment of stunned surprise, she instinctively asked, "...How many people would that require burning..."

"Today's setbacks are insignificant, and the foundation of our great path, built over nearly a thousand years, is far beyond your imagination," said the figure of the Holy See in mid-air, with suppressed anger and determination. "We have experienced failures, many failures, but one day, our cause will rise again—and you will be consumed in the fire of today."

This time, Yu Sheng did not interrupt the cult leader's rambling.

It wasn't that he abandoned his upright and aggressive playstyle, but the moment he saw this group of living saints in front of him, he realized that it would be pointless to launch a round of attacks while they were talking.

His mind raced as he prepared to open the door and let the others escape, while simultaneously considering possible tactics.

I wonder if teleporting that Dark Star Cruiser directly into this cave would work.

Or bring in Anotherworld Hotel.

If all else fails, just smash that stargate in space onto the Northern Hemisphere.

Then, he went back and wrote out an invoice for Xingmen for Baili Qing and Hong, so they could get reimbursed.

They'll turn a blind eye.

Yu Sheng gritted his teeth and quickly finalized his idea.

However, just as he was about to inform Baili Qing that there was going to be a big commotion, the little doll hanging on his arm suddenly let out a "huh".

Why aren't these ghosts moving?

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment. He saw that the dozen or so living saints who walked out of the light screen were indeed just floating quietly in mid-air, their empty and illusory faces all looking down.

The “Holy Throne” standing in mid-air in the distance seemed to have noticed something unusual. Although he still maintained the posture of opening his arms, he turned his head to the side.

The next second, the living saint closest to Yu Sheng suddenly moved.

However, she suddenly spread her wings, but instead of rushing towards the "heretic" in front of her, she went straight towards a large rift valley below!

(End of this chapter)