Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 971 utterly vulnerable (3K votes requested!)

Gao Yang was taken aback upon hearing this. After he came out, he flew towards Milofina's direction, but there was no one else in her direction.

He subconsciously turned around and saw nearly twenty figures standing scattered across the sky behind him.

These figures varied in height and build, but they all shared one thing in common: they wore various clergy robes and exuded an aura of faith.

Without a doubt, these clergy members all come from major churches and hold a very high position within them, which can be felt from their demeanor and the energy fluctuations emanating from them.

What can also be felt is the scrutinizing gaze and the undisguised greed and malice of these people.

Clearly, those who had traveled from all over the Forgotten Realm to this sea area in just one hour were definitely not there to watch a spectacle.

More likely, they are eyeing his recently acquired, unknown, unique specialty.

Or perhaps, the deity behind them is interested in this unique specialty.

But for Gao Yang and Milofina, there was no difference between them; they were both just enemies.

Gao Yang's expression vanished, and he silently looked at the clergy who were partially surrounding them in an arc, with specks of golden light shining from the depths of his eyes.

Milofina sensed Gao Yang's change and connected with him without hesitation. Dim golden flames slowly rose from various parts of her body: "Can we fight again?"

Just then, a beautiful woman in her early thirties, dressed in a seductive and revealing black gauze dress, with a curvaceous figure, walked towards Gao Yang, her long, plump legs swaying.

With each step she took, she left a pale pink footprint in the air beneath her feet, so clear that even her plump toes and delicate foot lines were clearly visible.

In just a few steps, she arrived directly in front of Gao Yang and Milofina, a mere ten meters away.

At this distance, Gao Yang could even smell a faint, rich, mature body fragrance.

She stood before Gao Yang, then leaned forward, placed her right hand on her lower abdomen, and slightly opened her left hand, swinging it behind her, performing a gesture that was both gentlemanly and ladylike. "Mr. Klein, Pope Orosa of the Church of Procreation pays her respects."

Gazing at the pristine white landscape and deep canyon laid bare before him, Gao Yang's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He had seen this scene countless times, but it was still not enough to move him.

Gao Yang simply looked directly into Aurora's eyes as she straightened up and slowly said, "Aurora, tell us your purpose, or rather, the purpose of your visit."

A hint of surprise flashed in Orosha's dark eyes, seemingly surprised by the powerful willpower of the man with the cat spirit in front of her.

However, in just a moment, the surprise in her eyes was replaced by the faint smile that had always been there.

She stood there, her alluring red lips slightly parted: "I have come by divine decree of my Lord, and wish to ask Mr. Klein what the view is like from the top of the mountain."

"If you want to know, just go and see for yourself."

Gao Yang's voice was as cold as a sword drawn from the snow and ice, extinguishing the enchanting atmosphere that had somehow arisen around them.

“If permitted, we would naturally take a look, but for now, that thing should already be in Mr. Klein’s hands.”

Orosa's smile remained unchanged, her meaningful gaze sweeping over Gao Yang.

Milofina's fur stood on end, and she wrinkled her nose, baring her little white teeth as she hissed at Orosa: "If you keep looking around, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

For the sake of so many delicious dried fish, Milofina felt it was necessary for her to protect Gao Yang for Lisa and prevent him from being coveted by bad women.

"Oh my gosh~ What a scary little cutie."

Orosa chuckled, clearly indicating that Milofina's threats had no effect on her.

"what!"

Milofina hissed in exasperation, realizing for the first time how annoying a human could be.

Just then, Gao Yang's voice rang in her ears, "Milofina, calm down."

The voice carried a strange power, bringing Milofina back to her senses from her uncontrollable rage.

She looked at Orosa across from her, her disgust deepening.

Clearly, she had fallen for the tricks of that wicked woman.

"No more kidding."

The smile vanished from Orosa's alluring face. She crossed her arms, a gesture that pushed her black tulle dress high, giving her a superior air.

"Mr. Klein, you don't want to be besieged by our twelve popes and several legendary cardinals, do you?"
Handing over the items now is good news for you, for me, and for everyone. What do you say?

"Not bad, they didn't launch a sneak attack right from the start."

Gao Yang remained nonchalant in the face of Orosa's questioning.

Then, before Orosha could speak, a clear sword ring rang in her ears.

A large, silver-white sword had somehow ended up in the hand of the man opposite her.

At the same time, a surging yet not violent killing intent enveloped Orosa. Orosa's pupils constricted, and she was no longer as relaxed as before. Instead, she adopted a defensive posture, cautiously scrutinizing the man before her.

From her perspective, Gao Yang was just casually standing there with his sword, but no matter how she perceived it, the man standing there with his sword was always at the absolute center of her perception.

No matter how hard she tried, or even if she tried to escape in any direction, the man in front of her would slash her neck with his greatsword in the shortest amount of time.

There's no way to avoid it! There's no way to hide from it!
Fine beads of sweat slowly seeped from Orosa's smooth forehead, her chest began to rise and fall, and her eyes reflected a complex interplay of light and shadow.

She frantically tried to deduce in her mind the possibility of not being beheaded by a single sword strike.

A moment later, after completing countless simulations, she gave up.

She looked at Gao Yang across from her, forcing a smile, her voice trembling as she squeezed out a trembling sob: "If I said I had no intention of carrying out the divine decree, would you let me go?"

Gao Yang made no movement, but slowly raised the greatsword in his hand, speaking clearly:

"Don't worry, dizziness is normal."

Zheng! !

The sword rang out, and in that instant, a beautiful pink mist enveloped Orosa's body.

But in the next instant, a beautiful head shot into the sky.

As the world spun around her, Orosha's eyes were filled with endless, intense pain and regret.

If she hadn't gotten so close, perhaps she wouldn't have died?

As Gao Yang beheaded Orosa with a single sword strike, the popes and cardinals of the twelve churches, who had been waiting for the negotiations to be completed, reacted instantly, and a dense wave of holy light spread out.

"Do it!"

"For my lord!"

In just an instant, this sea area, which had just calmed down, was submerged by energies of various different characteristics, causing it to boil again.

"Gao Yang, let's go! Let them see what we're made of!"

Milofina let out an arrogant shout, and golden flames burned as fiercely as the sun, with all the amplification effects falling into Gao Yang's body.

Gao Yang took a deep breath of the hot, salty air, feeling himself being constantly strengthened. Sword light flashed in front of him, slicing Orosa's headless body into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, these sword lights spread out in a fan shape, rushing towards the numerous popes who surrounded them in the center.

The aura that Orosa had previously unleashed clearly indicated that she had reached the peak of the legendary realm. Such strength should have been enough to fight Gao Yang for several rounds, but she was beheaded in an instant, which made her strength seem very weak.

Although it may possess more than forty points of main attributes that a top-tier legendary character has, it is much weaker in other aspects.

As the Pope of the Church of Procreation, Orosha means that the Popes of other churches are at least at the peak of the Legendary level, and their specific combat strength can only be determined through combat.

Now, a dazzling array of colors—glory, darkness, thunder, storms, and even more complex hues—unfolded before his eyes. These were the attacks launched by the remaining eleven popes, all imbued with a divine aura.

Faced with these magnificent and extremely terrifying attacks, Gao Yang's eyes remained unmoved. He simply raised Yongyao, and golden battle qi overflowed from his strong body, entering Yongyao in a very short time.

Yongyao unleashed an unprecedented sword cry, and beams of sword light shot out from its blade, while an extreme killing intent rose from Gao Yang's body.

Gao Yang simply held Yongyao at an angle, the calm expression on his face vanished, replaced by lowered eyebrows and tightly pursed lips, signifying a killing intent more intense than the coldest winter.

That is a will that can equally annihilate all things in the world, a will that can destroy the world, a calamity that comes from the weak and mortal beings like humankind!
"Man-made disaster - massacre!"

Gao Yang let out a low shout and, before the numerous attacks arrived, forcefully slashed out Yongyao.

With a single sword strike, the sword's cry soared into the sky. The thousands of sword lights that had previously separated converged from all directions, instantly condensing into one, transforming into a broad blade of sword light that slashed horizontally forward.

Within the broadsword's aura, images of countless things being slain by the sword light seemed to constantly emerge.

Wherever the sword energy passed, dark slash marks gradually spread, like a black curtain slowly being drawn back.

The fastest light and lightning collided with this sword energy, and were then silently devoured.

Subsequently, the roar of the sky, the rumble of the earth, and even the surge of life were all silently devoured in the face of this sword energy that had grown to ten thousand meters in length.

The feeling was like trying to hit a moving road roller with an egg; all attacks were so powerless in the face of that ever-widening sword energy.

Equally powerless were the numerous popes who were trapped in the distance, unable to escape.

They stared wide-eyed as their own attacks were annihilated, and as the sword light crushed towards them.

Just as they faced the deity they worshipped, they bowed their noble heads, which stood above all living beings, with awe and helplessness.

That sword light was so magnificent, yet so ruthless, easily obliterating the power they had gained through centuries of prayer and arduous cultivation, and now it was going to erase their lives as well.

The gods to whom they dedicated their lives remained unmoved.

(End of this chapter)