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"If anyone has suitable methods, please don't hesitate to use them!"

With a forceful puff of smoke from the woman's cigarette held between two fingers, Mortel, sporting fluffy red hair, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Amidst the strange, smoky aroma of burning rose petals, the eyes of the dozens of monsters at the forefront glowed pink as they turned their guns and charged at their companions.

The council member leading this witch sisterhood was a specialist in detection spells; a flash of blue light on her glasses allowed her to discern the enemy's true nature.

"The mine not only exists in this subspace, but also connects to the burning coal mine beneath the town of Centria in the outside world, drawing fire element energy from it. It is embedded in a node that cannot be bypassed, and only by destroying it can one enter the subsequent space."

"Let me try."

Suddenly, points of light pierced through the air, revealing Zhu Mingyao holding a wide-mouthed, long-necked plain white jade pot, hovering above the battlefield.

A demonic hound with short horns and unusually large bones spewed out a stream of foul black gas, annihilating its opponent. Just as it was about to seek its next target, its body suddenly stiffened and remained motionless.

A biting, icy wind suddenly rose, and shimmering fragments of jade instantly replaced the pale coal ash. The battlefield, which was originally dark and filled with the aura of death, was now covered by a layer of crystal-clear ice and snow, as if one were in the dead of winter.

Flakes of hexagonal frost drifted down, burying hideous ice sculptures into the snowdrifts. A blizzard swept through, filling the giant lizard's mouth and temporarily silencing its ability to call for its minions.

The bright light from the square jade pot faded, and the nine cold, clear talismans also dimmed.

The Flying Jade Pot contains nine Azure Maiden Talismans. One talisman can unleash flying crystals and jade fragments over a radius of several miles, while three talismans can unleash a flurry of goose feathers. When all nine are unleashed together, the Mysterious Netherworld descends, freezing all things.

This newly acquired equipment of Zhu Mingyao has a unique effect. Its power is slightly scattered when facing a single expert, but it is extremely effective when encountering a large number of enemies of limited strength, making it a veritable artifact for crushing noobs.

The summoned monsters were all wiped out. No matter how ferocious the giant infernal fire lizard was, it was no match for a lone hand. Dozens of powerful spells came down like a storm, crushing it without any doubt. Even its spiritual core was sealed away by several witches skilled in spirit binding.

The deep mine shaft collapsed silently, revealing a small hill in the distance, upon which sat a tall and solemn building.

"Based on intelligence, that should be the cathedral where the target is hiding. How far have the other teams advanced? Everyone, don't rush in alone..."

Those present were no fools; they immediately began making urgent contacts and preparing to mobilize their forces.

However, before he could finish speaking, a powerful pressure suddenly appeared, sweeping over like a celestial being descending from the heavens.

In this world draped in silver, a streak of crimson sunset suddenly burst forth, its rays transforming into rainbows that pierced the sky and encircled the cathedral atop the hill.

"With all the leaders free, it seems we don't need to take any risks."

Whispers rose and fell, and many people breathed a sigh of relief. Even superhumans are human; if they can rely on powerful figures to win, who would want to risk their lives?

Among the many relieved expressions, only Zhu Mingyao muttered to himself.

"In a little while, I'm afraid everyone won't be laughing anymore!"

Chapter 414 Silent Hill 7

When did humanity begin to yearn for extraordinary powers?

That probably dates back to ancient and ignorant times... When they were struggling to survive in the area where forests and grasslands intersected, facing ferocious beasts, harsh natural environments, and all sorts of unknowns and fears, a certain inexplicable longing arose in their hearts.

People long for a power that will make them feel less helpless when facing difficulties, that will allow them to transcend the boundaries of life and death, and that will empower them to take control of their destiny.

Behold the lithe eagle soaring through the azure sky, the dazzling thunder and fire shattering the heavens, and the mighty waves sweeping away all things...

We also want to possess such divine power! Such thoughts linger in people's hearts, condense and sublimate, and then settle in bizarre and fantastical dreams.

However, just as a child's dream eventually fades with the passage of time, the rise of the technological revolution and the decline of the tides of elements have also completely changed people's understanding.

Even the natural forces that were once worshipped have been transformed from awe to control and integration. As for those so-called extraordinary beings, they are nothing more than mere tricks to deceive people. How could they possibly compete with modern technological weapons?

Looking back at the myths and legends they once believed in, people laugh self-deprecatingly: "That was probably an exaggeration. How could a carbon-based organism possibly create all sorts of miracles on its own...?"

And then today, a miracle has occurred, showing the world that mortals can indeed climb the ladder of life with wisdom and perseverance, displaying power comparable to that of gods!

A dozen or soaring beams of light soared high in the sky, surrounding the towering cathedral and the entire hill in the distance. Powerful auras of different attributes emanated like a landslide and a tsunami, and violent spiritual energy fluctuations tore the dark clouds to shreds, revealing the chaotic sky of another dimension.

Aunt Eileen took the initiative, solemnly raising her right hand. Two golden cups and clear water flowed from her wrist, forming an imprint, and a holy glow enveloped her entire body.

An angelic phantom clad in a pristine white robe pierced the void, unfurling wings as pure as the sky behind the old man.

It was an angel dressed in white robes, his body as blue as jade, his face as flash as lightning, his eyes as bright as torches, his hands and feet as smooth as bronze, and his voice as loud as the voice of the masses. In his right hand he held a flaming holy sword that could drive away the cold winter, and in his left hand he held a trumpet that could summon the end of the world. He was constantly spreading the miracles of the Lord and the punishment of those who did not pay homage to God.

The Savior has departed from this world, but humanity has its own savior. The spiritual essence condensed from the noble sentiments of millions of believers can also ignite the remaining afterglow of the Kingdom of Heaven.

"When the first angel sounded his trumpet, hail mixed with fire and blood fell from the sky, and a third of the trees and grass were burned away!"

Archangel Gabriel, representing temperance among the seven virtues, appears, just as described in the Bible, removing the platinum horn from his waist and sounding the final judgment.

The cold air and moisture swirled and condensed, forming sharp, football-sized crystals that resembled more dazzling diamonds than hailstones.

Ice crystals, mixed with hundreds of fiery and blood-red flames, surged down, their silver and gold-red hues weaving into a magnificent river of destruction. Before any physical contact even occurred, their sharp aura shattered the ground into pieces.

The magnificent cathedral was entirely greyish-white, seemingly constructed entirely of thick granite, though in reality, like the other buildings in the town, it was made of twisted magical energy. However, under the protection of the laws of the purgatory space, its material properties were indistinguishable from real stone, and its strength was even several times greater, making it impervious to machine guns and cannons.

However, this seemingly impregnable defense couldn't withstand even a single breath under the old nun's onslaught!

The massive stone wall was instantly scorched red by the intense heat, then shattered by the frigid hail. In the extreme transition between hot and cold, even the last remaining fragments turned to ashes and vanished in the fierce storm.

With her own strength, she was capable of annihilating an army and breaching a city. The power she displayed in an instant had already surpassed the [Scepter Rank] and was approaching the [Crown Rank].

What is the Crown? The crown of a demigod, the beginning of eternity!

Under such divine might, nothing mortal can stand in its way.

...But beneath the dark shadows of the ruins, something extraordinary began to wriggle.

A dark, eerie light rose, like a mysterious seed, sprouting, stretching, growing, and spreading. Countless black threads coiled and intertwined, and an enormous flower slowly bloomed.

The divine presence was powerless to dissipate before the power of a higher order, and the enormous "flower" suddenly disintegrated.

Countless venomous black lines, carrying a cold, sharp glint, shot into the sky, flanking the crowd with lightning speed, and then... collided with hexagonal ice blocks that suddenly appeared.

"You are the might of God, the King of the Watchers of Angels, the Doer of Laws." As the two leaders of the Evangelical Church and the Presbyterian Church chanted, the phantom of an angel clad in golden armor appeared, holding a longsword in his right hand and a crescent-shaped longbow in his left, with the emblem of Mars engraved on his breastplate.

The angel suddenly flapped its wings, and in the surrounding air, pieces of ice shield rapidly gathered into a tortoise shell shape. Even though its energy level was far inferior to the opponent's and it would shatter upon contact, it was layered upon layered, constantly being destroyed and regenerated, replacing quality with quantity, and for a time it was locked in a stalemate with the black line.

"Defense Angel" Carmel! He is the commander of the Heavenly Legion, responsible for guarding the Ice Hell, preventing demons and fallen angels from causing trouble, and resisting demonic enemies is his forte.

Despite their sectarian differences, both systems of power ultimately belong to God, and their magic works complement each other perfectly, as if created by nature.

However, this brief respite allowed the others to seize the opportunity and launch their attacks, instantly escalating the battle to a fever pitch!

"Great Disintegration Technique!" "Ultimate Disintegration Ray!"

Transparent, swirling ripples and emerald rays arrived together, peeling away the menacing black lines from the shadows to reveal them as rows of sharp, thorny iron wires.

The enemy, having revealed its true form, showed no less ferocity than amplification. With a mere flick of its wrist, it transformed into a winding, black streak of light, its trajectory shifting thousands of times in an instant.

Amidst the chaotic afterimages, a large cloud of shimmering white debris scattered like snowflakes caught in a hurricane, instantly shattering the solid ice crystal Great Wall. The solemn image of the [Defense Angel] also crumbled with a deafening roar.

Before everyone could patch up the gaps in their defenses, countless caltrop wires suddenly snapped together, twisting into a ferocious giant whip, like a venomous dragon baring its fangs and claws, and pounced rapidly towards the people casting the spell from a tricky angle.

With a powerful and surging punch, the burly young man with short brown hair met the punch head-on. His noble bloodline, inherited from the ancient Hercules, seemed to be ignited by fighting spirit. His simple punch was like a hammer that shattered the heavens. Wherever it passed, the air churned and surged like waves, creating a pale white vacuum tunnel.

The two forces collided without any frills, followed by a terrifying surge of air, like a typhoon passing through, whipping up sand and dust from the ground and forming swirling sandstorms that completely obscured visibility.

In the midst of chaos, Antonio tumbled and fell awkwardly out of the room. His combat suit, woven from various precious and extraordinary materials, was torn to shreds, and his well-built muscles were covered in bloody welts. Ignoring his tattered and embarrassed state, he roared fiercely:

"Watch out! There's more..."

Before the words were even finished, dozens of broken iron wires flew like lightning from the blasted-away sand and dust, instantly appearing before the crowd.

All sorts of rock-solid, mysterious and profound protective barriers were utterly ineffective against them!

Chapter 415 Silent Hill 8

The dark, eerie light was incredibly swift, flashing across the retina in an instant.

"Stop it!"

A haughty giant roared and leaped out, his extremely robust body radiating a cold, bluish-gray light as it rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into an ancient, mottled bronze giant.

The divine power of laws was activated, forming a unique magnetic field that interfered with all metallic substances, attempting to deflect the attack.

However, the next moment, the powerful force field capable of overturning a heavy train was pierced through without any hindrance and shot directly into his body.

Before he could even utter a scream, this master demon hunter, who possessed the powerful talent of [Metal Control], instantly turned black and festered all over. His bronze body, comparable to titanium alloy, turned into pus and flowed out along with his skin and bones.

They slaughtered a superhuman expert like chickens and dogs, and the black iron wire, undeterred by its ferocity, shrieked as it attacked again!

Just then, a strange light, a mixture of earthy yellow and crimson, suddenly crashed down, dragging the enemy's vicious spell towards the church ruins!

An indescribable sense of vastness filled the entire space, as if a scorching giant mountain had descended from the sky, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Amidst the deafening roar, the entire world seemed to have gone through the cycle of formation, existence, decay, and emptiness in an instant, stepping into the apocalyptic end on the verge of collapse. The ruins, along with the small hills with a radius of nearly a thousand meters, collapsed and were destroyed in an instant, and then, driven by some indescribable force, they frantically converged towards a single point.

"Boom!"

The energy, compressed to its limit, suddenly exploded, tearing through the ground and spewing forth a vast, fiery red river, with endless, scorching lava flowing like a waterfall backwards, soaring straight into the sky.

Amidst the flurry of eight-colored trigrams, Lai Hengli, holding a compass and standing in mid-air, stared at the hills that had transformed into volcanoes, and solemnly withdrew his hand gestures.

Kun is above, Li is below.

This is the [Earth Fire Mingyi]!

From the very beginning of the battle, he remained hidden to the side, focusing intently on circulating his Qi and chanting incantations. This attack, seemingly effortless, actually contained the essence of his life's cultivation.

Beneath the innate trigram seal, the fire energy burns fiercely, its power sufficient to refine all things; at the same time, the immense gravity of the earth layer upon layer on the molecular-level material structure, endlessly crushing and reshaping it, whether you are an indestructible body or an ethereal spirit, you will all be wiped out.

But for today's enemies, such earth-shattering supernatural power is merely a superficial injury.

"Om-"

A sharp, long, resonant sound, like the wailing of ghosts from the underworld, tore through the churning sea of ​​fire below, and a strangely shaped entity slowly rose up.

On the dilapidated iron-framed hospital bed, a twisted, mummy-like human figure was groaning and howling in agony. Thousands of dark, caltrop-like wires extended from its body, dancing wildly like the tentacles of some creature.

Beneath its entire body, covered in tightly sealed, filthy bandages, disgusting yellowish-purple pus and dark red blood seeped out continuously. These fluids quickly dried, congealing into a layer of scabs, resembling a hard, pupa-like shell, making its appearance unrecognizable. Only the faintly visible curves beneath the bandages could be used to barely deduce its sex.

"It really is you, Alessa, the former stigmata holder of the Pure Church!" A white-haired elder priest of the Protestant Church shouted loudly, his expression righteous and awe-inspiring, but his next words ultimately revealed a hint of his true intentions.

"How dare a fallen body desecrate God's sacred objects! Accept judgment!"

"You dare to judge me?" The chaotic laughter, transmitted through thought, exploded in everyone's hearts.

"Don't you know that we will judge angels? Don't you know that believers will judge the world?"

The proverb from the Book of Colin in the Bible, when used here, is naturally not meant as an admonition, but rather is full of provocation and irony.

As she spoke, a huge plume of acrid black smoke from burning flesh and blood suddenly rose up, transforming into boundless dark clouds that swept across the sky.

The dark clouds surged and rolled, like a horizontal barrier, dividing the space in two. Inside, a dark and stinking swamp was vaguely visible, where all sorts of hideous demons tore at thousands of human phantoms, as if it were a gluttonous feast.

"These are the souls of the victims from back then." Seeing the clothes and attire on those figures, everyone suddenly realized that these were the former residents of Centria, who were still being imprisoned and tortured.