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Chapter 786: Light has arrived! (6K subscription required)
When the fleet that covered the sky and the sun appeared in the sky, and when Lin Rui's purification method covered the entire battlefield like a tide, the divine army that protected the Beisheng Diocese was shocked and confused.

"Demon warships? How could there be so many of them?" A soldier from the Guardian Divine Army widened his eyes and looked at the sky in disbelief.

"It seems to be a fleet of extraterritorial demons? But how could the fleet of demons appear here?" Another warrior muttered to himself, with a gleam of doubt in his eyes.

"What is that firebird? Its aura is so terrifying!"

"Look at that golden firebird. There seems to be a figure standing on it. Who is this person?"

"This is the way of purity! Could it be the legendary Lord of Purity, the Abyss of Heaven?" A priest of the Guardian Divine Army muttered to himself, his eyes gradually filled with awe.

Before Li Weiliang could perform the "One Hand Covers the Sky" technique, Shi Jue was blasted into the ground by a candidate for the divine envoy of the Dasheng Kingdom. He plunged the gilded sword in his hand deep into the scorched earth, holding up his body and staring blankly at the golden ball of light in the sky.

Black blood oozed from under his torn visor, and his left eye was tearing up due to the stimulation of the strong light, but he still managed to raise his head and look into the northern sky.

Shi Jue's intact right eye reflected the fleet's image like an inverted galaxy, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

It was a war spectacle he had never seen in his life: 16,900 Sky Demon warships stretched across the sky like giant steel beasts, the star-destroying cannons on the bows glowed with a cold and dim light, and their combined force field shields covered half of the sky.

"What is this?" There was a tremor in Shi Jue's voice, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

He saw that some of the Sky Demon warships had lightning and fire interwoven into the "Holy Emblem of Light", and the golden figure floating above the firebird reminded him of the legend of the seven generations of leaders fighting against the heavenly calamity on the mural in the main altar.

The man looked down at the battlefield below like a god, surrounded by holy thunder and catastrophe fire, turning into a nine-layered halo.

The bright light is as dazzling as the scorching sun, illuminating the entire Huangshan Island like daylight.

The Sword Master Shi Jue was shocked and confused. It seemed to be the Ming King and the headquarters fleet under his command?

"Could it be - the King Ming himself?" Wu Wushuang's voice transmission was trembling with disordered true energy.

The gilded battle robe of the Heavenly Sword Dharma King had been torn into strips, with three crossbow arrows engraved with spells stuck on his back. The long sword in his hand was tightly pressed against a heavy hammer that was pressing down from the front like a mountain.

Li Weiliang's one-handed cover allowed him to recover a lot of his energy, and the peaceful atmosphere covering the battlefield gave him a chance to catch his breath.

This person was gazing into the distance with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Is this fake, isn't it?"

Wu Wushuang did look forward to reinforcements from the headquarters, but when the reinforcements really arrived, he couldn't believe it.

Could it be the illusion of Qihuan Tianyu?
His Majesty the Mingwang had many conflicts and quarrels with the Regent Deputy Leader. It would have been fine if he hadn't just stood by and watched, but how could he have arrived so timely?

Besides, how could the headquarters have so many demon warships?
"It is indeed His Majesty Ming Wang!" Li Guchan, the Skeleton Machinery Lord, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. At this time, the numerous machines and combat robots around him all let out wails under the heavy burden.

He looked at the figure walking in the lightning and fire, his pupils slightly brightened, with an indescribable surprise: "It is also the embodiment of light walking in the world!"

At this time, some of the soldiers of the Holy Army had already figured out the situation. They all widened their eyes and looked at the sky in great surprise.

"It is indeed the Ming King! His Majesty the Ming King is coming!" First, a young soldier of the Divine Army shouted loudly, and then the shouting spread throughout the army.

"That's our reinforcements!" the Guardians shouted in unison, their voices shaking the battlefield like thunder. Their voices were filled with awe and gratitude, as if at that moment, all their exhaustion and despair had been swept away.

"Those demonic fleets are our reinforcements!"

"It's the Ming King! His Majesty the Ming King has arrived! It is indeed the Ming King!"

"Our Ming Wang is the legendary Lord of Purity, the abyss of heaven!"

At this moment, all the priests felt that the holy fire marks on their chests were resonating, and all the soldiers of the Holy Army also found that the emblems of light on their armor were lighting up one by one.

As the huge fleet continued to press towards Huangshan Island, the figure gradually approached. The brilliant golden light emitted by the nine-layered light wheel reflected the color of the morning glow in the clouds, and the night sky of the Huangshan Islands was forcibly illuminated into daytime.

The golden figure above the clouds slowly raised his palm, and the golden light rain of the Pure Dharma suddenly condensed into a solid entity.

Countless chains of light penetrated the sky and earth, connecting the entire Sky Demon Fleet and the Nine-Layered Light Wheel into a brilliant star map.

At this moment, the divine voice of this god resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness of all the soldiers of the divine army who protected the religion.

"The light has arrived!"

This voice was like the sound of nature, echoing in the depths of everyone's heart, with unquestionable majesty, as if everything was under his control, all disputes would be resolved, and all darkness would be dispelled.

At this time, all the people behind the Beisheng Divine Army half-knelt down, their eyes filled with awe, gratitude and piety.

"The Ming King has arrived!" Someone roared first.

This cry was like a ignited beacon fire. From the coastline to the decks of the ships, from the seriously wounded soldiers of the divine army to the exhausted priests, thousands of voices converged into thunder in the resonance of the Holy Emblem of Light: "Your Majesty the King of Light has boundless divine power, illuminating the past and present!"

All the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices filled with awe and gratitude, as if at this moment, all their fatigue and despair were swept away.

"Ming Wang! Ming Wang! Ming Wang!"

At this time, some people even started singing hymns.

"The holy thunder splits the sky, the fire of catastrophe burns away the illusion, the purity illuminates the universe, and the truth is revealed when everything returns to oneness!"

"The holy thunder shakes the nine heavens, the blazing fire of catastrophe cleanses the world. Have pity on the people of this world, who are filled with worries and sufferings. All things return to unity and light, and all things in life illuminate the universe. The King of Light comes to the world to break the darkness, and all things are renewed and the world is wide—"

This is a brand new hymn that came from the headquarters. Originally, Beisheng was somewhat resistant to it, but now, everyone on Huangshan Island began to chant spontaneously.

"Holy! Lord of Light!"

Shi Jue's incomplete left and right hands involuntarily formed the pilgrimage seal, and his broken Dantian Qi sea was actually reconstructed in the holy light.

When he saw raging fires burning everywhere on Huangshan Island, thunder flashing in the sky, and platinum-colored holy thunder roaring, the sword king who was known for his coldness finally burst into tears - it was clearly the extremely devout faith of the people in the Beisheng Diocese that caused the holy thunder and fire to resonate and trigger a miraculous spectacle.

Li Weiliang's body had already fallen from a high altitude, like a withered leaf, falling weakly to the ground.

However, when it was about to hit the ground, it was lifted up by a powerful force.

"Lin Rui?"

Li Weiliang's 'Mad Dragon' armor had long been broken into pieces, with at least seventeen deep cracks. Blood slowly seeped out along the cracks in the armor, staining her clothes red. Her long hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, making her look particularly desolate.

Her face was as pale as paper, her breath was extremely weak, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain, as if countless sharp blades were stirring in her body.

Fortunately, at this time, there was a trace of warm flame burning in her body. This flame continued to purify the remaining alien energy and power of nothingness in her body, and was also repairing her injuries.

As soon as Li Weiliang stabilized his body, he looked up at the sky, saw the golden figure on the firebird, and saw the fleet of warships like a galaxy, and an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

She looked at the young man whose brilliance was like the sun descending, and countless fragments of consciousness and memory that were blocked by the "obstacles to perception and knowledge" began to riot, causing huge waves in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Those blurred images, broken sounds, and scattered emotions seemed to be awakened by some force at this moment, gradually piecing together into clear pictures.

Li Weiliang clearly sensed that her 'spirit' in the sky was recovering some of the things she had lost before.

She felt the blood in her body trembling more and more violently, and her heart skipped a beat when she recalled all the information about Lin Rui.

Li Weiliang couldn't believe it. Lin Rui—also known as Lin Hao, the Ming King—was the "thing" he had been looking for? The person he had been worried about?

In the distant Da Sheng army formation, Wang Ce, who had retreated here, clenched his hands, his face was as pale as paper, and he was extremely frightened.

He never expected that the Lord of Purity - Lin Rui would be so powerful when he arrived!

Wang Ce stared at the figure wrapped in the holy thunder and fire, his heart was surging, and his soul was beating wildly to warn.

He told Li Weiliang that he was helpless, and it was actually true.

Wang Ce really didn't want to take action against Li Weiliang. Unless he had to, who would want to offend a god?

However, the pressure from within the Changsheng Society and from several gods forced him to take action.

Wang Ce comforted himself in his heart that the Southern Abyss would protect him, and according to some people within the Changsheng Society, this was the place where he would die!

Lin Rui will definitely die here, and the Great Sun Lord will awaken from his body.

At this moment, Wang Ce saw Lin Rui looking in his direction. "Boom!"

Wang Ce's entire body suddenly combusted without any fire, and was engulfed by the Holy White's fire, igniting into a torch.

The flames were like countless venomous snakes, madly biting every inch of his flesh. His skin quickly charred in the flames, his flesh evaporated in the high temperature, and his bones cracked with a sound.

Intense pain washed over him like a tide, as if countless sharp blades were thrashing through him, every nerve screaming and threatening to collapse. His soul was also trembling violently under the burning fire of the catastrophe, as if it would turn to ash at any moment.

“No——!” Wang Ce let out a heartbreaking scream. He tried his best to look back, full of hope: “Save—save me!”

He hoped that the Abyss of the South, or that Lord of Hope, would help him extinguish the fire, but all he got in response was the howling wind and the increasingly fierce Holy White Fire.

As time went on, his screams were filled with endless pain and despair. The holy white fire seemed to have life, precisely avoiding his vital points while burning every inch of his limbs.

His skin was charred and curled, revealing the sizzling, oily muscles beneath. His blood instantly vaporized in the heat, emitting a sickening, burnt stench. Every breath he took was like inhaling boiling magma, burning his throat and lungs and nearly suffocating him.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and only endless darkness and regret remained in his eyes. He knew that he was doomed and could only turn into ashes in the fire of catastrophe and become the first victim of this war between gods.

But what made Wang Ce despair was that the pain, like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart and his soul being torn apart, continued all the time. It seemed as if the flames were controlled by something and would not let him die easily.

His body was riddled with holes, yet he was kept alive by a mysterious force, and he couldn't die even if he wanted to.

"Bastard—bastard—!" Wang Ce cursed unconsciously, filled with hatred for the gods and those people in the Changsheng Society.

He hated being treated like a chess piece and manipulated at will, hated those so-called gods for pushing him into despair for their own selfish desires. At this moment, his short life kept flashing through his mind. Those coerced pasts and those actions that he had no choice about turned into tears of regret, and then evaporated and burned.

He could only pray in his heart that death would come quickly and end this extreme torture.

At this time, Mo Yuan, the first divine envoy of the Great Wei Kingdom, was fleeing frantically in the cloudy sky that was illuminated by the holy thunder and fire as bright as day.

His figure looked extremely disheveled, his robe had been torn, revealing the charred skin underneath, which was the mark of being mercilessly burned by the Holy Thunder Tribulation Fire.

His figure was like an afterimage, rapidly shuttling across the battlefield, constantly changing between reality and illusion, and even trying to tear the space apart in order to escape from the battlefield.

However, the holy thunder fire that was chasing after him like a mad snake seemed to have spirituality and followed him like a shadow.

Every time thunder and fire descended, Mo Yuan's body would tremble violently and he would let out painful roars.

The blazing lightning was like countless poisonous snakes, madly biting every inch of his flesh.

His skin quickly turned black in the lightning, his flesh and blood evaporated under the high temperature, his bones crackled with a creaking sound, and intense pain swept through his body like a tide, as if countless sharp blades were stirring in his body, and every nerve was screaming and collapsing.

Mo Yuan's soul and body were trembling violently. He felt that the holy thunder was like a cancer attached to his bones, tightly wrapped around his body, constantly corroding his flesh and blood and soul.

He sensed the god's anger and endless hatred from the fire and thunder.

——That guy clearly wanted to torture him to death.

What made Mo Yuan even more terrified was that the Western Abyss was completely indifferent to his situation, and the Southern Abyss and the Lord of Hope had no intention of helping him.

"God!" Mo Yuan's voice was filled with pain, it was the result of his hard resistance and struggle.

Mo Yuan's eyes were filled with desire for life. He didn't want to die yet. There was still hope.

He must hold on until Lin Rui dies, and then he will hide in the depths of purgatory and leave the Wei Dynasty forever.

Meanwhile, on the Liao army's flagship, the Canglang, Zhu Luzong, the Liao's first divine envoy, who had already retreated here, gave an order with a blank expression: "Order, all troops, retreat at the fastest speed!"

The Liao Dynasty's Second Divine Envoy beside him raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of surprise on his face. "Retreat so soon? The two sides haven't even started fighting yet. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"If we really wait until the battle begins before retreating, we may not be able to retreat. This place will soon become a battlefield for the gods to fight. We cannot participate in it, nor do we need to."

The First Divine Envoy Zhu Luzong stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze solemnly gazing into the distance. His tone left no room for doubt, "We are here to reinforce according to the Five Gods' Covenant. Now that we can confirm that the Southern Abyss is collaborating with the Lord of Hope, we naturally do not need to abide by the covenant. There is no need for these elite soldiers of the Great Liao to risk their lives and die here. Look—"

Zhu Luzong's gaze pierced through the clouds, gazing at the vast fleet in the distance that gradually obscured half the sky. The starships were arrayed like steel behemoths, their hulls shimmering with a cold metallic sheen, like condensed frost. Runes and energy circuits woven into a web across their surfaces, gleaming with a mysterious and dark light. The prismatic star-destroying cannons at the bows resembled the mouths of the abyss, emitting a piercing cold.

What made him even more depressed was that there were tens of thousands of dragon-transforming martial artists in the fleet. Their blood and energy together with the war dragons condensed into a tremendous pressure, like an invisible wave, impacting the surrounding space wave after wave.

The aura of these martial artists is extremely powerful, like dormant giant beasts, ready to erupt with devastating power at any time.

Zhu Luzong also clearly sensed the materialized radiant fields unfolding on either side of the starships, the very power unleashed by the Cult of Light's sacred artifact, the "Altar of Purity." The altar condensed the will and faith of 2.9 billion believers, transforming into a blazing flame that illuminated the entire battlefield. The materialized radiant fields slowly unfolded, like two brilliant wings, gleaming with holy light.

"This Lord of Purity also came prepared."

Zhu Luzong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "The cruelty and intensity of today's divine war will probably far exceed anyone's imagination. Mo Yuan actually dared to intervene in their fight. He must be out of his mind."

But it's no wonder, Mo Yuan has been the first divine envoy for more than 300 years and is about to enter the realm of immortality.

The Western Abyss and the Northern Abyss must have received certain benefits from the Lord of Hope before they followed the "alliance" and sent reinforcements.

However, they both certainly do not want to be further involved in this war between gods.

Look at today's battle of Huangshan Island. Hope Tianzun's Purgatory Army, the real elite of Sheng State and the Three Divine Envoys of the Son of Heaven have not appeared yet.

In fact, if the Hundred-Winged Sword King had not acted too ruthlessly and killed one of their deputy divine envoys with unlimited potential, Zhu Luzong would have given up on participating in the battle himself. There was no need for him to get further involved in this war between gods.

Lin Rui had already turned his gaze away from Wang Ce and Mo Yuan.

In his eyes, these two people were just dust floating in the wind, so small that they were not worth mentioning.

If these two had not just severely injured Li Weiliang and almost put her to death, these two insignificant ants would not have attracted any of his attention at all.

Wang Ce's shrill roar as he twisted and struggled in the fire, and Mo Yuan's embarrassed figure fleeing in panic under the bombardment of holy thunder, did not make him feel any pleasure, because he knew that the real culprit today was someone else.

Lin Rui turned his gaze to Li Weiliang again, and the icy indifference in his eyes seemed to melt a little.

Memories of his childhood emerged in his mind, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Most of Lin Rui's childhood memories have become blurred, as if they were a dream where reality and illusion were intertwined, making it difficult for him to distinguish them. But his memory of his parents is extremely clear, as if it were yesterday.

At this moment, Li Weiliang's pale face, broken armor, and the remaining alien energy in her body made his heart tighten.
Lin Rui wanted to go over and take a look, but now was not the time.

At this time, Zhu Youheng sent a message: God, all warships have entered the optimal range and the target has been locked!

Lin Rui nodded slightly and waved his sleeves lightly: "According to the predetermined plan, start the battle!"

At that moment, 16,900 warships suddenly awakened like sleeping giants. The star-destroying cannons atop their bows instantly lit up, like countless stars bursting into dazzling light at the same moment. Each warship executed its command with pinpoint accuracy, firing energy beams like the gears of a precise clock, seamlessly coordinating with each other without the slightest deviation.

Brilliant beams of energy intertwined across the sky, forming a vast web of light, stained the previously dim horizon in a brilliant riot of color. The beams poured down like a torrential rain, slicing through the vast sky with devastating force, instantly engulfing the warships of the Three Kingdoms coalition in a fiery storm of energy.

Wherever the beam passed, space seemed to be torn apart, the air vaporizing in the intense heat, forming a series of dazzling light curtains. Whether it was a sturdy ship or a powerful martial artist, they seemed so fragile before this force, instantly reduced to ash, without even a scream.

The entire battlefield seemed engulfed in light and fire, its blazing white light illuminating every corner, even the distant mountains as bright as day. An energy storm swept through, and the wreckage of the enemy ships burned in the air, falling in a shower of fire like a grand apocalyptic fireworks display.

At this time, Lin Rui was standing on top of the Big Sun Golden Crow, looking at the clouds with a cold gaze.

Just as the battlefield was raging with light and fire, the sky was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force, and a dark red crack slowly opened above the clouds like the mouth of a ferocious beast.

The Lord of Hope, dressed in dark red armor, slowly stepped out from the crack. Under his helmet, his eyes, which contained endless power of killing and hope, were like burning stars, staring at Lin Rui coldly and majestically.

At the same time, 70 miles away in another direction, a ball of purple flame as deep as the abyss was burning violently, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The majestic body of the god in the Southern Abyss, wrapped in flames, was looming in the flames. The terrifying aura emanating from his body caused the surrounding space to distort.

His face was hidden behind the flames, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Rui as if they were real.

At this moment, the powerful auras of the three gods collided violently in the sky, causing energy ripples visible to the naked eye.

These ripples spread out in all directions at an astonishing speed. Wherever they reached, countless cracks appeared in the space like a broken mirror. The sea surface below was also stirred up by huge waves. The surging waves slammed against Huangshan Island, making a deafening roar.

Everyone on the battlefield was oppressed by this powerful force and could not breathe. They looked up at the sky with fear and awe in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)