This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 204 Gammadosia was suspected of being bombarded by light energy after her left foot stepped into the spiritual realm. What will become of the Void Demon?
The statue hovered in mid-air, tightly bound by chains of blazing white holy light, creating a breathtaking power struggle with the unmoving Nie Weiyang on the ground.

On this chaotic battlefield filled with cannon fire, smoke, energy flashes, and mad ravings, the enormous evil creature is being forcibly peeled away inch by inch from the dense dark foundation of the Bone Temple!
"How dare you—!!!"

Gammadosia's four faces were contorted with rage and terror, and she was filled with fear and unease as her core was forcibly ripped from its energy source.

But at the same time, an absurd thought flashed through her mind: No wonder that piece of trash Gammaly Quinn made the mission so badly... facing this kind of monster...

At that moment, she actually felt a slight pang of sympathy for that incompetent subordinate.

But more than anything, it's a desperate, all-or-nothing ruthlessness!
She no longer hesitated, even burning her own essence to unleash a deeper power that connected to her distant true self!

As the original body in the blood pool groaned and vomited green blood, the red blood, carrying pure soul energy, poured into her body.

A faint, almost tangible, green light, like a venomous snake retaliating, slithered along Nie Weiyang's mental connection and brazenly entered his mind.

She wanted to crush this human's will directly from the inside!
However, the instant her consciousness intruded—

Nie Weiyang's spirit revealed only the tip of the iceberg to her.

It wasn't the pure, bright world of a paladin she had envisioned. Instead, it was... an endless, dark red, barren plain.

……

Gamadosia was stunned.

This was actually beyond her expectations.

She stepped onto the desolate plain. The sky was a suffocating crimson, devoid of sun and moon. Beneath her feet lay dark red, blood-red earth, where countless withered, curled, grayish-white blades of grass grew, crunching underfoot with a chilling sound.

This was an absolute stillness, containing a chilling coldness that would make even demons tremble.

This is definitely not the mental realm of a normal person!
Gammadosia's invasion momentum paused, and she showed a slight intention to retreat.

What...where is this place?
This is the mental world of a paladin?! What a joke! Among the tools they cultivate in different worlds, besides pure madness, who else possesses such a mental state? And this guy, this paladin… he possesses such a terrifying spirit, yet it is so orderly, silent, and disciplined!
Even the Void-Crossing Demon was shocked and stunned by the extreme discord within this harmony.

……

In the material world, Nie Weiyang held tightly to the light cable and closed his eyes.

His mental closedness remains—his thoughts are always selectively open.

Gammadosia's entry into his mental sea was, of course, intentional.

He was going to conduct an experiment—

Whoosh! Pfft!

An arrow wrapped in anti-magic runes struck a cult elite who was trying to pounce on Nie Weiyang from the side, pinning him to the ground!
"Hold the perimeter! Don't let the scum interfere with him!" a squad leader roared hoarsely, slashing his longsword horizontally, cutting several howling, charging believer summons into a cloud of black mist.

Further away, the tank's main gun roared once more.

The machine guns on the infantry fighting vehicles, like the loom of death, wove a crisscrossing net of fire, effectively blocking a larger-scale cult attack. More believers poured out from the outer ring of Xunshan, and the advance team members, cooperating with the regular army, held off the frenzied counterattack like a rock.

The entire battlefield was noisy and chaotic, yet it advanced toward victory within a ruthless order.

It was precisely in this instant of internal and external attacks—

A figure appeared silently behind Gammadosia's consciousness.

He was an assassin dressed in black with snow-white hair. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, carrying an irresistible chill.

At the same time, another figure stood before her, seemingly out of nowhere. It was the cold figure of Administrator Number Two. He was as silent as a machine, his goggles glowing a scarlet light the same color as the sky, yet also seeming to cast a gaze devoid of any emotion.

There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

Two unknown, powerful mental phantoms stared at her, while she stood on a desolate wasteland.

For the first time, Gammadosia's consciousness experienced what pure fear was.

This fear didn't stem from the 'before her eyes,' but from the depths of her soul—her spirit was being eroded! This was a trap! Nie Weiyang let it in to truly destroy her at the level of consciousness, and even... read her memories to obtain the core information about the Void-Crossing Demon!

"Do not--!"

When her attempts to leave failed, Gammadosia panicked. Her consciousness emitted a silent shriek, and a ghostly green light, simulated by her mental energy, burst forth—the traces of her struggle. But she found that the hand on her shoulder and the gaze ahead were like the strongest shackles, firmly binding her to this terrifying space of consciousness.

It was precisely at this moment of ideological clashes and intense external warfare—

Nie Weiyang suddenly opened his eyes!

"The Spirit of Purification!"

With a roar, the pulling force generated by his golden spear suddenly increased to its peak, pulling the statue out of the Bone Ritual Court!

The statue, suspended in mid-air, resembled a lantern, with countless white beams of light piercing through its hard obsidian shell and bursting out!

The statue rolled down to the center of Xunshan Mountain and plunged deep into the stone forest!
"Destroy the Bone Sacrifice Court!" Nie Weiyang shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Do not!!!"

With a scream from Gamadosia, the massive statue could no longer maintain its structure and collapsed with a crash!

In the spiritual realm, she transformed into a colossal demonic figure, unfurling her membranous wings in an attempt to dispel the two ghostly phantoms. In the real world, white light and eerie green energy, like shrapnel, waterfalls, and a destructive downpour, hurtled outwards!

The powerful shockwave blew away any cultists who came near, much more easily than blowing away a scarecrow.

The four illusory faces twisted, melted, and emitted seemingly endless hissing in the holy flames. Unable to contact the main consciousness, it could only struggle on instinct, flying into the sky with the lampstand head, pouring down eerie green energy in an attempt to shape a new body.

Nie Weiyang jumped down the hillside, and behind him, flames raged.

In that illusory crimson world, Gammadowcia took to the sky for only two breaths before the white-haired assassin tore off her wings and limbs.

This is the spiritual realm, which means that the assassin actually tore apart and sealed away a part of her soul.

She could clearly feel that her spirit was being completely suppressed, and her thinking was gradually slowing down, which became her fatal weakness.

Gammadosia collapsed amidst the blood-soaked earth, staring blankly at the 'sky'.

She always seeks excitement and fun, but when she herself is the one playing that role, she can't laugh anymore.

‘Click’.

The scarlet cloak swept across the pale, withered grass, cracking and snapping, yet the grass continued to grow.

As Administrator Number Two reached out, a fragment of a heart-shaped prism floated above her, its light, like that of a diamond and a fragment of the sun, illuminating Gammadosia's vision.

Her demonic incarnation was dispelled, followed by her stunning beauty. Gradually, her soul form as Torianga began to degenerate, like peeling an onion. Administrator Number Two dissected her soul in a destructive way. Her mind was paralyzed. She struggled to turn her head to avoid the light, only to find long, human-like hair spilling onto the ground. Her eyes were empty as she saw a clump of grayish-white grass close at hand.

—Those are still growing, dead man's fingernails.

(End of this chapter)