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The terrifying monster raised its blade again, and a fierce evil aura swept in, turning the pale ash floating in the air into crimson, and the surrounding scenery changed accordingly.

Numerous mutilated human corpses were stripped naked and hung up by thick iron chains. The stench of rotting flesh filled every corner of the space, and the dilapidated church seemed to have been transformed into a slaughterhouse in an instant.

Blood-soaked phantoms appeared out of thin air, emitting painful howls, and rushed out following the blade!

Even though the clergy were all resolute in their hearts, they still felt a sense of fear and helplessness, as if they were fish on a chopping board.

"Divine Awe." "Righteousness Like a Rainbow." With swift double casting, Antoine's muscles bulged and he raised his head, his Star Hammer seemingly a real meteor once again meeting the attack.

"Semi-physical type, weak lord rank, power-type demonized undead species, initial domain strength, bloodthirsty slaughter attribute!"

Taking advantage of the divine magic temporarily halting the enemy, the scarred battle priest quickly uttered a few short words.

The church members were all well-trained and, once alerted, immediately understood the enemy's situation and launched an orderly counterattack. Olive wood crosses from Jerusalem were hammered into the ground, holy water was sprinkled, and incense burners were lit.

As the fresh scent of burning frankincense lingered, a pure and sacred abode was instantly created. The menacing, bloodthirsty shadow, upon contact with the pure white smoke, gradually calmed its tragic face and then vanished into thin air.

After holding off one wave, the counterattack came immediately. Several elderly ascetics chanted in unison, and their radiant golden chains joined forces to lock the enemy's limbs and restrain him. Then, the group worked together to cast a wide-area exorcism spell, and milky white light spread like ripples, cleansing all the souls of the dead who lingered in the mortal world.

The magic spread like hot water over snow, billowing black smoke filled the air, the illusory demonic realm vanished without a trace, and the once ferocious butcher softened and shrank visibly like a candle exposed to fire.

This monster was incredibly powerful. In a one-on-one fight, at most five people present could guarantee a victory. However, with the tacit cooperation of hundreds of clergy, they were unable to inflict any casualties and were completely powerless to fight back.

Such an easy victory brought a hint of joy to even the most seasoned person's face.

However, just as they were reveling in their remarkable victory, a young priest suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder, followed by loss of sensation in half of his body. His consciousness suddenly blurred, and before he could even cry for help, he was plunged into boundless darkness.

Like a domino effect, three or four people fell down in a row for no apparent reason, with cries of surprise rising and falling.

"It's an insect!"

Antoine's eyes widened in fury, and a gleaming light swept across the battlefield. The attackers fell like raindrops. They were no bigger than grains of rice, with wings on their backs and fine stingers on their tails, and were almost transparent miniature bees.

"Bee tribe! How dare you attack God's holy servants!"

With his extensive knowledge, he instantly recognized the other party's identity, and a blazing flame cleaved through a low wall dozens of meters away in a sword shape.

Where pale green blood droplets splattered, a graceful figure staggered out, clutching a wound on her waist. Below her neck was the body of a mature and voluptuous woman, but her head was covered with a golden-green chitinous shell, making her look like she was wearing a strange helmet shaped like a wasp.

"A bunch of damned subhumans, they're insane!" Antoine was furious, but his anger was mixed with a strong sense of disbelief. This place had always been strictly sealed off by the authorities, so how did they manage to sneak in?

Everyone present was an extraordinary elite who was used to seeing battles, and they had put on various detection and defense spells as soon as they entered the place.

However, considering the nature of the enemy, the effect is mainly aimed at dealing with the evil faction. After all, reality is not a game, and it is inevitable that there will be energy conflicts when too many kinds of spells are operating at the same time.

Who would have thought that even the best-laid plans can have a flaw, and those with ulterior motives would seize upon it—no matter how much propaganda vilifies humanoid beings, the essence of most of their power remains neutral.

Even though he was burning with rage, Antoine managed to maintain his composure. With a slight thought, he condensed his energy into dozens of sharp needles that pierced the other woman's joints, intending to subdue her and interrogate her about why she was there.

Amidst the soft thud of needles piercing flesh, a tall, gray figure suddenly appeared from the side, using his body as a shield to block in front of him.

The newcomer had bulging cheeks and a protruding nose and mouth. His body was protected by thick fur that was thicker than iron armor. Piercing injuries that could render an ordinary person immobile were nothing more than scabies to him.

"A bear monster?" Antoine had barely finished thinking when he suddenly felt dozens of auras of varying strengths emerge and surround him from all directions.

Orcs! Lizardmen! Shapeshifters! Crypt gnomes...

The alien creatures, who usually lived on the fringes of human society and were cautious in their daily lives, now all had bloodshot eyes and unleashed their various talents and abilities, launching a desperate attack as if they had an irreconcilable hatred for the priests in front of them.

These were just scattered soldiers, who would normally be overlooked by the church elites. However, at this moment, they were unable to deal with them because a deeper evil force had suddenly risen!

"Woo——"

The mournful, drawn-out air raid siren pierced the void, and the gray sky was quickly engulfed by darkness. The withered plants in the surrounding flowerbeds and the warped wooden planks of the buildings turned black and began to rot like mud. Even the exposed steel bars in the ruins were rapidly rusting and oxidizing, as if the day of judgment, as recorded in the holy scriptures, had arrived, and all life had come to an end!

The immense pressure surged in like a raging sea. The pristine white cedar cross rotted and began to stink, the spilled holy water evaporated completely, and the defensive perimeter teetered on the brink of collapse. It was only through everyone's combined efforts that they managed to stabilize the situation.

Before they could even catch their breath, a colossal force, seemingly capable of shattering mountains, surged forth, shattering the golden chains binding the butcher monster. Several ascetics who were casting spells to suppress it coughed up blood and collapsed backward.

The twisted spear, as thick as a street lamp, swung around the waist, its embedded, broken blade transforming into a merciless meat grinder, tearing apart several priests and knights blocking its path, before stabbing towards the spellcaster behind it!

As if drawing mysterious power from the changes in the environment, the monster's size increased to nearly twice its previous size.

Its half-steel mask wriggled and extended, transforming into a hexagonal helmet that covered the entire head, with the front section stretched out extremely long like a bird's beak, making it look like a cast iron triangle at first glance!

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The five- or six-meter-long giant spear stirred up violent air currents, and extremely dense filthy evil power condensed into a tangible substance, turning into black and red bloodstains that dripped down. With the fierce momentum of a stampede of ten thousand horses, it pierced towards them and approached the several ascetic monks who were chanting incantations in an instant.

As extraordinary professions specializing in spellcasting, their melee abilities were practically nonexistent against lord-level monsters. However, despite the imminent danger, they seemed oblivious, continuing to peruse the holy scriptures and reinforce their defensive divine spells.

It's not arrogance or apathy, but rather a choice to believe in the tacit understanding forged through countless battles and bloodshed.

One of the greatest wisdoms of humankind lies in unity and cooperation!

Not disappointing his comrades, he thrust out two ancient knight's lances to the left and right, timely blocking the enemy's attack.

The three weapons clashed violently, the pure white holy light and the filthy black blood colliding with each other. The conflict of energies with completely opposite attributes made the air seem to freeze for a moment.

After a brief pause, the deafening sound, mixed with the shockwave, spread out in waves, and a surge of violent negative energy rolled in, crushing the surrounding clergy so badly that blood gushed from their mouths and noses, and their faces turned pale and then blue.

The two burly paladins staggered backward, their hands torn open, revealing pale bones and fascia, their forearms stained crimson with blood, clearly unable to fight any longer.

However, there was no need for further fighting; their mission was complete.

"...Then people heard thunder rumbling, which was very majestic, and lightning flashed continuously."

Golden lightning tore through the dark sky, like a long, winding serpent, and suddenly struck the triangular head of the opponent. The electric sparks, filled with the power to destroy evil, crackled and ripped open the demon's body, which was as hard as diamond.

The grotesque iron skull, scorched red by lightning and electricity, emitted a low roar that shook the ground slightly.

The star hammer swung down, creating a large spiderweb-like spatial fold at the point of impact. The opponent's struggle immediately slowed down many times over, turning into a stiff spacewalk.

"Imprisonment!"

Having gained a respite, Antoine did not press his advantage. Instead, he forcefully swung his hand, and in an instant, a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​cold light appeared, with countless illusory silver-white blades emerging out of thin air, isolating the attacking force.

For centuries, the Church has retreated from secular power, and a gentle future and saving lives have become the hallmarks of clergy. But few remember that the Most High Father they serve was also known as Lord of Hosts in ancient times.

Beneath its radiant mercy, the realm of killing and battle also belongs to its authority!

If the surging alien creatures were like ocean waves, then the spinning and flying holy power blades were like reefs. No matter if you were made of indestructible fur and scales or a body of elusive spirit, they were all crushed without any doubt, and the fierce attack instantly vanished.

Father Antoine displayed the exceptional qualities of a battle commander, swiftly discerning priorities: first deal with external threats, then pacify internal ones; as long as the formation remained intact, the next step would be…

"All believers, concentrate your firepower!"

As the command was given, hundreds of voices of all ages and backgrounds chanted in unison, their spiritual frequencies resonating from the same source. A magnificent and splendid pillar of light pierced through the heavens and the earth, and the Pyramid-Headed Monster, which had just escaped, was completely engulfed before it could even put up a fight.

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"I'll handle this guy. Everyone, let's focus our efforts on eliminating the smaller fry first!"

At the same time, others made the same tactical judgment.

This was a factory-like site, with piles of coal haphazardly dumped on the ground, broken machinery lying scattered about, and the piercing, incessant blaring of alarms creating a scene reminiscent of a horror movie… or rather, a horror movie scene:

The coal pile exploded with a deafening roar, and amidst the flying jets of black ore dust, a series of ape-sized monsters burst forth, their bodies ablaze with a dark red, demonic light like burning charcoal, chattering and approaching with scorching heat.

Almost at the same moment, a grime-stained, twisted spear suddenly emerged from behind the wall, like a lurking venomous python suddenly leaping up.

The sharp blades resembled fangs, tearing apart the metal-cast wall panels like paper. Their force was like a mighty river, fierce and surging, capable of cutting through steel and shattering iron, destroying gold and breaking jade.

But these terrifying fangs never got to taste the delicious flesh—for the giant python, though ferocious, was blocked by a golden dragon!

The magnificent and majestic Guan Sheng sword extends straight out, upright and unbiased.

First strike, second adhere, third shake; called a broadsword, but actually a spear and staff; Xingyi spear [grabbing three passes]!

Exquisite skill compensated for the difference in strength; the broadsword deflected the giant spear, revealing an open space.

"Thorn."

The dull thuds of hard leather being torn continued one after another. In an instant, the golden-white blade struck hundreds of times, and the pale white chunks of flesh, along with the blood-soaked leather apron, were pulverized and turned into a wisp of black smoke before they even hit the ground.

However, what would be a fatal injury to an ordinary person is merely a temporary setback for a demon that is neither alive nor dead. After the black smoke dissipates, tiny specks of dark dust gather, and the wound begins to heal as it wriggles and changes.

Seeing this, the muscular young man with long arms and a slender waist narrowed his eyes, feeling somewhat helpless.

The incense and divine power summoned by mysterious magic only come from legends and ideas, and are ultimately not the real gods or immortals. Even if they are accompanied by the power to subdue demons and sever the immortal, it still depends on the relative strength of the two sides.

The only option now is to stall and wait for things to change, until everyone has weakened, then we can turn around...

Qi Yue's thoughts were only halfway through when, in the next moment, a square vermilion mark descended with the sound of wind and thunder, deeply embedding itself in the vest of the triangular-headed monster, reducing its ferocious aura by a level.

"Brother Qi, feel free to practice. I'll cover you." Zhu Mingyao arrived gracefully, with ethereal clouds and palaces appearing and disappearing behind him. The talismans in the sky carried chilling Gui Water lightning, which extinguished the flames of the short monsters and shattered them into a pile of coal dust. He single-handedly blocked the attack.

"...grant me the virtue of one person, and let you use the merit of five weapons!"

He formed a hand seal, clenched his teeth, and shouted a powerful incantation, bestowing a blessing upon his friend.

With his current level of cultivation, casting the [Great Curse of the Sacrificial Warrior Chi You] is no longer difficult for him.

The familiar and wonderful experience was brought back to life. The young man, who was obsessed with martial arts, smiled excitedly and floated into the air, with the phantom image of a divine general appearing outside his body.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade transformed into a golden-white spiritual light that seemed both real and illusory, like the Milky Way cascading down from the heavens, flowing endlessly and without beginning.

He shook his divine weapon, and the flowing Milky Way instantly stirred up towering waves that crashed against the shore, churning up thousands of piles of snow. Its vast divine power unsurprisingly engulfed the enemy.

Qi Yue fought with increasing gusto, his momentum growing stronger and stronger. Suddenly, with a long roar, the thousands of sword lights condensed into a single line and abruptly disappeared.

It comes like thunder, unleashing its fury, and then it ceases like the still, clear light of a calm river or sea.

The massive triangular iron skull stood motionless, then a thin line descended from its throat, through its chest, to its lower abdomen, before bursting forth with hundreds of golden rays and clouds of smoke, blasting it to smithereens.

"Cool!"

Wiping the sweat from his brow, the young man, engrossed in martial arts, put away his supernatural powers, becoming as happy as a child, completely devoid of his usual maturity and composure.

"How did you know the monsters would be lying in ambush here?" He and his team gradually withdrew from the slowly collapsing coal mine.

"The alternate dimension is not entirely chaotic. Factories, mines, hospitals, schools, and churches are key nodes controlled by the master of this place and are also the core of her power. Destroying them can effectively weaken her."

"Of course I know that. Uncle Lai and the others told me beforehand. I was just wondering how you know so much about the types and attributes of monsters."

Zhu Mingyao naturally wouldn't tell him that he had read the original monster encyclopedia, only mentioning it vaguely.

"We'll talk about that later. According to the plan before we left, the second phase should be underway outside."

He gazed at the sky, which was becoming darker, and secretly recalled the secret message that had arrived just before his departure. He felt quite uneasy.

I initially thought it was far-fetched enough to send me to kill that Stigmata holder, but it seems I underestimated you cunning, hot-blooded old folks. Don't mess things up with such a grand scheme...