This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 301 The supreme Lord of Mind has arrived today on his faithful Titan.
That beam of light descending from the sky was not a slow torrent of energy, but rather—the Sword of Judgment!
It originated from a fragment of the Heart Prism suspended above Administrator Number Two; it was the form of the pure light that permeated the heavens and earth compressed to its extreme—a pure white pillar of light condensed to the point of being almost tangible, and indescribably intense. It tore through the air, leaving behind not scorching heat, but an absolute order that seemed to purify even 'existence'.

The beam of light struck the living statue precisely, piercing through its chest cavity from head to toe—the very spot where the pale energy surged most intensely and where it was most closely connected to the earth's veins.

There was no roar of an explosion, only a high-frequency vibration that sent shivers down one's spine.

The statue's body, which had just come to life and was now gleaming with cold crystals and metallic luster, seemed to become the most magnificent glasswork in the world the moment it was pierced by the beam of light.

The substance that makes up its body is not rough stone or desecrated flesh and blood, but something born from the forced fusion of that foreign force and the local life energy; it is a magnificent crystallization of red and green intertwined.

The crystals broke apart from the inside, bursting out with dazzling light.

dissociation.

Red like congealed blood, green like vibrant life, the two colors swirl and flow under the extreme impact of light energy, eventually reaching a critical point.

The statue's movements froze.

Then, starting from the core point hit by the beam of light, the magnificent yet eerie crystalline body, like a work of art struck by an invisible giant hammer, was covered with countless fine cracks. The energy bursting from these cracks was no longer the pale, chaotic radiance of energy, but rather pure energy that had been forcibly purified.

The next moment, the entire statue silently crumbled into pieces.

It did not collapse, but disintegrated.

Billions of crystalline fragments scattered in all directions. These fragments, after detaching from the main body, did not fall but continued to shimmer in the remaining white light energy, like a brief and poignant rain of gemstones. The flowing light carried them away, then they fell in a flurry, reflecting a last, hazy brilliance amidst the ruins and bloodstains, before quickly fading their red and green glow and turning into pure white.

The blindingly bright light obscured half the sky, and the long, despairingly long blood bar that had just appeared above the statue's head was instantly wiped away as if by an invisible hand.

Reset to zero.

Instant kill.

The aftershocks of the beam of light spread out in a ring, combining with the two previous buffs, acting like the strictest screening standard, ruthlessly testing the essence of every intelligent life within the attack range.

Inside the manor, almost all the remaining followers of the Church of Life, regardless of their rank or where they were hiding, turned to ashes silently the moment they came into contact with the aftershocks of this light energy, just like paper thrown into a raging fire.

Their faith, their betrayal of their human identity, became their death sentence at this moment.

Only a very small number of individuals who have a strong sense of identity as human beings and whose souls have not been completely corrupted by cult beliefs have managed to survive this purification.

For example, children.

Beneath the ruins of the collapsed house, Marley, Goma, and Gloria, who was tightly protecting them, were among this very few.

As the devastating white light swept across, Gloria abruptly pressed the two children completely beneath her, taking the brunt of the impact with her back.

She groaned, blood spilling from her mouth. Her clothes and leather armor instantly charred, revealing white bones and charred wounds.

Marley and Gomao were in no better shape. The light penetrated Gloria's protection, scorching their skin. The penetrating force made them feel as if their internal organs had shifted, and excruciating pain swept through their entire bodies.

They huddled in Gloria's arms, convulsing in pain, their consciousness teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

A few others, with similar fates, remain scattered amidst the scorched ruins of the manor. Perhaps because of their young age, or perhaps because they still held onto their identification with Earth's civilization, they were spared from this indiscriminate cleansing, but they were already severely injured and on the verge of death, uttering weak groans and struggling in vain among the ruins.

In mid-air, the second administrator's red goggles turned towards the ruins where they were.

Marai struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. Through her blurred vision, she could only see the black figure hovering in the sky, its red cloak fluttering in the breeze created by the aftershocks of energy. He... seemed to... have glanced at them. That gaze was devoid of warmth, pity, or murderous intent; it was merely a calm observation.

"Are you... satisfied?" Gloria murmured. "Have we... passed your test? Lord of Hearts..."

The figure did not respond. He turned and left, and the crystal, which had become gentle again, fell back to his side. The beautiful giant snake below also left. Like ink merging into water, they slowly became transparent and finally disappeared into the air.

There was no farewell, no instructions, not even a second longer.

He left, as if he had completed a predetermined task.

It seems He has no compassion for those who have gone astray...

No, no.

Allowing them to eke out a living is already... the greatest act of tolerance...

Gloria coughed up blood, feeling the suffocating pressure disappear, and a sense of silence settled in her heart. She looked at the two barely breathing children in her arms, then gazed at the sky where Administrator Number Two had vanished.

“…God…” she whispered hoarsely, with weariness and clarity, “…does not need to care about us.”

In their intense pain and dazed state, Marai and Gomao vaguely understood her words.

The supreme being noticed their survival, but that was all. He would not offer assistance, nor bestow any grace. Their lives, their future path, ultimately depended on themselves.

In God's eyes, the struggles of ants, no matter how tragic, are perhaps... insignificant.

Amidst the ruins, pain, despair, and enlightenment spread. The excruciating pain, like a cold tide, engulfed every surviving conscious thought. Marley felt her life force slowly draining away with the searing pain in her back; Gomao whimpered weakly beside her like a kitten, and Gloria's breathing grew increasingly faint.

They huddled beneath the rubble, awaiting their inevitable end. Strangely, a bizarre sense of happiness mingled with this extreme suffering—

They were wounded by the power of that true God. As humans who have turned away from humanity, is this not a purified glory?

This thought imbued the process of waiting for death with an eerie tranquility.

However, just when they had completely given up hope—

Buzz—Boom boom boom!
Like a thunderclap tearing through the night sky, a rough and vibrant engine roar came from afar, brazenly intruding into this desolate place shrouded in thin light!

It was a black motorcycle with sharp lines and an industrial feel. Like a runaway warhorse, it rampaged through the ruins and scorched earth, its tires crushing over gravel and debris, kicking up a trail of dust.

With a clean and decisive drift, Lucky Draw came to a steady stop in the center of the manor, on the open ground that had just been purified by the beam of light.

The next second, a figure leaped off the motorcycle, which had not yet come to a complete stop, with a fluid and powerful movement.

It's Nie Weiyang!

Without the slightest hesitation, he drew a long sword with both hands and plunged the tip into the scorched, burning earth beneath his feet!

"The Sanctuary! A place of healing!"

(End of this chapter)