This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 201 Emergency Response Plan for the Independent World

The light swallowed everything.

What Gammaly Quinn ultimately perceived was an extreme pain. His consciousness, and all the distorted illusions it constructed, were utterly disintegrated and annihilated in pure white light, returning to nothingness.

In the real world, the Gammaly Quinn phantom that hovered to the side, maintaining the domain, was like a glass sculpture struck by an invisible giant hammer.

It shattered into pieces, the surrounding dark mist instantly solidified, and then silently exploded into black dust, quickly dissipating.

It didn't even manage to let out a single scream.

The energy sustaining the domain was suddenly interrupted, and the forced mental link also collapsed.

The illusions in Nie Weiyang's eyes receded like the tide, and the bizarre and grotesque hellish scene faded and stretched rapidly, eventually being replaced by the familiar material world.

A chaotic battle raged in the distance, a fierce fight broke out nearby, and the night in the mountain forest was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

In the material world, only a moment has passed.

He even maintained the posture of turning sideways to avoid the attack of the sun god, his body stiffening due to the instantaneous mental shift.

It was this seemingly insignificant stiffness that gave the Day Master an opportunity to take advantage of the situation!

It is becoming even more ferocious because it has lost its target.

"Roar--!!!"

A roar mixed with the wails of countless souls exploded at extremely close range! The enormous, twisted, and bloated spirit abandoned all order and, like a mountain collapsing, pounced on Nie Weiyang, who had just returned to reality, with a frenzied madness that devoured everything!

Countless soul tentacles, turbid energy shocks, and terrifying mental crushing force instantly enveloped all of Nie Weiyang's escape space!
Danger!

Nie Weiyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the illusion, his immense spiritual power could easily distort the rules and tear apart the domain.

But here, in the material world, his power is firmly limited by this body belonging to this generation of Homo sapiens. His mental energy is mostly used for minor manipulation of objects, enhancing perception, providing willpower protection, and driving skills, rather than being directly projected outward to interfere with reality.

What he can rely on is his combat skills honed through countless trials!
Almost without thinking, the heavy shield instantly switched from defense to offense, using it as a massive ramming horn, and thrust it forward with tremendous force. A burst of light erupted!
[Flash]!

This skill wasn't advanced, yet it blinded the target in an instant. And Nie Weiyang, with a single blow, shattered several energy blasts!
But right after that was the Sun Lord's mountain-like spiritual body!
You can’t resist forcefully!

Nie Weiyang pushed off with his feet, his body flashing to the side, while his left hand swiftly swung, and the longsword landed precisely on the path of the Sun Lord's advance!
boom! boom! boom!
The spirit of the Sun Lord pressed down on the longsword, piercing through the hideous and twisted faces of those spirits, and a purifying white light, not dazzling, exploded within.

Like throwing a red-hot iron into murky water, the longsword plunged deep into the spirit of the Sun Lord, temporarily halting its momentum, burning it until it let out a painful howl, and violent ripples spread across the surface of the spirit.

Taking this opportunity, Nie Weiyang completely distanced himself, pulled out a spare ordinary iron sword from his backpack, and a blazing white light shone on the blade.

He took a deep breath to suppress the slight dizziness.

Real-world battles are ultimately different from the mindless mowing down of enemies in the fantasy world.

He needs more precise calculations, a more energy-efficient playing style, and... an absolute grasp of timing.

“Come on,” he murmured to himself, unsure whether he was speaking to the Sun God or to himself, “before your death, before your master overturns this battle…”

His figure became elusive again, no longer seeking direct confrontation, but like the most cunning hunter, constantly circling and harassing the raging Sun.

Each thrust of the longsword precisely struck the point where the Sun Spirit's energy flowed, interrupting its condensation; each parry of the shield was perfectly timed, deflecting and redirecting the deadly attacks; and the occasional Holy Light Blade always managed to ignite the massive spirit's fury just as it attempted to stabilize. He was stalling, wearing it down, waiting.

Wait for the power that will bring an end to all of this.

His fighting style remained highly efficient and deadly, but it lacked the absolute dominance of the illusion, and gained more of the thrill and composure of reality.

This is his true battlefield.

……

In the final moments before Gammaly Quinn completely dissipated, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible fragment of thought, like the last breath of a dying person, traversed an immeasurable spatial distance to laboriously reach its source—

A realm shrouded in eternal chaos and whispers.

The beautiful demon Gammadosia leaned lazily against a pillar, which was enormous and seemed to be carved from the spine of some kind of creature.

Suddenly, her eyes paused slightly, and her slender fingers pressed against her stinging eyes.

Gammaly Quinn sent her a message from afar, fragmented information from his phantom before its death—extreme fear, utter defeat, incomprehensible intensity—that poured into her consciousness like ice water.

Gamadosia remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "...Useless."

She uttered a cold assessment, but a hint of unprecedented seriousness flashed in her eyes.

Things were completely out of control.

How could such a powerful individual exist in this generation of Homo sapiens?

Without the slightest hesitation, she transformed into a fleeting shadow and swiftly arrived at the heart of this territory.

A majestic, pale throne, constructed from the bones of countless unknown behemoths, stands there.

In her perception, a colossal, indescribable, blurry figure sat atop the bone throne, surrounded by countless Netherworld crystals that swirled slowly around it like loyal guards, emanating profound fluctuations and whispers that could shatter one's mind.

That is their supreme master, the source of all will.

Unseen by anyone, a young girl named Du Kongmo, dressed in a dark gauze dress and with long, seaweed-like green hair, sat silently by the Bone Throne, her head bowed, as if she had become one with the shadows.

Gammadosia knelt on one knee, head bowed, and cried out urgently, her voice filled with rare urgency and awe: "My Lord, the mission has failed! The target has exhibited abnormal mental strength, seemingly receiving deep protection from the Second Administrator, and possibly... possessing unknown anomalies!"

"The plan has completely failed! Requesting instructions!"

Her words echoed in the empty bone hall.

After a brief, suffocating silence, the green-haired girl who had been silently sitting beneath the throne slowly raised her head.

There was no emotion in her eyes, only a blank stillness.

She did not speak, but a cold, absolute, and unquestionable will resounded directly within the consciousness of all the Void-Crossing Demons standing in the hall, that will carrying the unique pressure of a Venerable Lord:
"Activate the independent world emergency response plan to guide the remains of the 'Sun Lord' to merge with the Bone Sacrifice Court's 'Transcending the Myriad Forms'."

"Gammadosia, descend upon the idol and take control."

"At all costs, eliminate the abnormal individual 'Nie Weiyang' before more Homo sapiens arrive."

(End of this chapter)