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"After all, my clone has been your prized student for so long, so he should be able to figure out a person's true nature."

"He is the demon that parasitized Michael's body!"

A streak of eerie green light shot out hastily from behind the sorcerer's head, bypassing a giant bone spur hand that appeared out of nowhere like a thunderbolt, and then vanished without a trace, revealing the enemy's identity before he could escape.

"Tch, a life-bound soul artifact? A cowardly old man." The bone claw, covered in demonic runes, failed to intercept, so it slapped down, and pale spiritual light, like a river bursting its banks, crushed towards the nearby people!

This series of events unfolded swiftly and unexpectedly, though the details are complex and time-consuming. Moreover, the unexpected turn of events occurred unexpectedly, and by the time someone came to the rescue, it was already too late.

"asshole!"

Antonio clenched his fist, tearing through the spiritual light and shattering the demonic hand with overwhelming force. He then charged towards the emerging illusory aura, carrying immense divine power.

However, as the blurry trembled, the light and shadow on the other side shifted and changed, revealing a huge, smooth and clear mirror with an ebony base and ivory decorations, which appeared to be empty space.

"when!"

The instant he touched the mirror, an equally powerful force met Antonio's fist, but it was his reflection in the mirror that made the same move!

At this moment, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.

The young man exhaled like thunder, crossed his arms, his marble-sculpted muscles trembled, and platinum-gold life radiance surged forth as he charged forward once more without hesitation.

Despite his youthful appearance, he was a seasoned veteran who knew that his opponent could never completely replicate his fighting prowess, so he unleashed his strongest attack.

This time, however, when his fist collided with his reflection in the mirror again, Antonio felt as if he had struck a ball of cotton, feeling empty and powerless. Then, he was swallowed up by the mirror, as if there was an unknown space behind it.

The holy water waves and golden lightning that followed tried to save them, but only managed to create tiny sparks of light and electricity on the enormous black scale that appeared out of nowhere.

One piece, two pieces, millions of black scales interlock and merge to form a giant, meandering beast.

The demon, which blotted out half the sky, flickered its long, thin tongue, and its two dark, star-like vertical pupils gleamed with the chilling coldness unique to cold-blooded creatures.

It leisurely twisted its massive body, as large as the Golden Gate Bridge, coiling into the shape of an ouroboros, its greedy gaze fixed on the tiny human figures.

"My lovely little Eileen, you've been chasing me for half a century. How does it feel to finally meet you again today?"

A sinister laugh echoed in everyone's ears, a sound like a cold wind blowing through rusty iron branches, chaotic, piercing, and chilling.

"Valak...you filthy, insidious viper...you've finally shown yourself!"

Contrary to her usual peaceful demeanor, Granny Eileen's kind face was now contorted with veins as she gritted her teeth and uttered the enemy's true name, word by word.

Those present were all experts in the field of mysticism. With a little prompting, everyone realized the terrifying identity of the newcomer. For a moment, everyone was terrified, and those with weaker nerves almost turned to run away.

Zhu Mingyao, who was observing from afar, was the same; even though he had been instructed beforehand, he couldn't help but waver.

However, at that moment, a wisp of Henry Lai's thought broke through the air and calmly entered his mind.

"Don't panic, hold your ground. The enemy is too strong. Proceed with the backup plan!"

Chapter 418 Silent Hill 11

The enormous, scaled serpent coiled in the sky, casting a massive shadow that shrouded the people below in darkness.

Its serpentine eyes were like torches, gleaming with a cold, eerie starlight, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world. A heavy, chilling sense of oppression filled the surroundings, making these elite superhumans feel as insignificant as dust.

Even the most arrogant people kept their mouths shut at this moment, simply because of the other party's illustrious reputation in the mythological era.

According to legend, Solomon, the wise king who was proficient in mystical arts, once made a pact with seventy-two powerful demons to help him achieve unparalleled feats.

These seventy-two demon gods each possess supernatural powers, with the one ranked sixty-second commanding 38 demon legions.

It resembles a child riding a two-headed dragon, with angelic wings, and is the incarnation of the Hell Serpent. It possesses the realm of true knowledge and can see through all hidden things; that is…

"The King of Ten Thousand Serpents—Volac!" Henry Lai murmured, reciting a title and his true name.

Compared to ordinary people, they know more. The so-called names of demons and gods of hell are basically just attacks and slanders after the rise of Christianity. The true identities of these beings are actually mostly the native guardian gods of various city-states in the classical period.

In other words, what appeared before them was a genuine immortal saint!

"Don't be intimidated by its bluff!" Sister Eileen, who had been entangled with her enemy all her life, knew his background like the back of her hand. Seeing her companions' fear, she quickly spoke up to expose the truth.

"Valak was dethroned by the Supreme Heaven as early as the Eastern Roman Empire. His remnant soul was sealed and worn away for thousands of years. When he escaped by chance 50 years ago, I severely injured him with the blood of Saint Andrew."

Therefore, it is currently in an extremely weak state, even hiding and fleeing, utterly lacking the courage to confront the church directly!

The group were all seasoned veterans, and upon receiving the pointers, they instantly realized that the giant python was all bark and no bite beneath its terrifying and malevolent aura, and that their combined strength actually gave them a high chance of victory.

"Thank you for reminding me. This awful pain has been tormenting me for a long time."

A fierce glint flashed in its dark, vertical pupils, and suddenly, specks of golden-red sparks burst forth on the ferocious, whale-like snake head, radiating a sacred and solemn aura as it scorched its scales with a hissing sound.

"Now it's time to use your flesh and blood as compensation, and also to let you reunite with your sisters in the convent. Their souls have been waiting for you in my belly for decades."

As if to provide context for his threat, countless faces of men, women, and children emerged from the snake's belly, twisting and emitting silent screams, seemingly enduring hellish torment.

Among them, the faces of dozens of women of varying ages are the clearest; they are all wearing black veils and are clearly Christian nuns.

Despite her burning anger, the old woman remained remarkably calm in the face of the enemy's malicious provocation.

"This chase has lasted for more than half a century, and you have never dared to stop and fight me to the death. But you suddenly appeared today. I suppose the fog disaster that broke out a few days ago was a prelude to setting a trap for Centria?"

She gripped the rose-red prayer beads tightly, and a surge of silvery-white holy light rose high. The azure-blue, jade-like form of the water seraph then glared angrily: "You are so arrogant! You don't think you can devour all of us by yourself!"

“Clever little Eileen, there’s no need to test me with words anymore. Since I’ve come, I’ve naturally brought a friend with me.”

Accompanied by a sharp, sinister laugh, two auras that were completely different from the attributes of the Black Scale Giant Python, but whose strength was comparable, suddenly appeared!

A massive fountain of lava and flames erupted into the sky, followed by the slow emergence of a colossal demonic figure with twisted bull horns and wreathed in raging hellfire. Beneath its feet, the violent flow of fire coalesced into a dark red throne, its surface engraved with scenes of demonic battles and carnage, each line seemingly proclaiming endless darkness and brutality. The throne reverently cradled the demonic figure's feet, displaying its supreme nobility and majesty.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a mystical, ever-changing light emerged from the void, forming the silhouette of a graceful and elegant woman. Upon closer inspection, the crystalline, bright pieces turned out to be numerous glass mirrors of varying sizes, each displaying a different image: rolling mountains and lush forests, or magnificent castles with fluttering banners, as if concealing many illusory worlds.

Regardless of the scene, the figure of a burly young man punching and kicking could be seen appearing and disappearing. It was none other than Antonio, who had just disappeared. He could suppress the son of Hercules with ease. Although this mysterious woman's aura was not as imposing as her two companions, her strength was definitely not much different.

Two more mythical beings!

Like a bucket of ice water being poured over them, the morale that had just been raised suddenly plummeted, the enemy instantly multiplied from one to three, and the situation deteriorated to an extreme degree.

"Demon! You will be punished!" Granny Eileen's expression shifted, finally settling on utter despair. She let out a desperate roar, and a dazzling white flame burst forth from her palms, heading straight for the giant python's heart.

Seeing the hunter who had been hunting him for years lose his composure, Valak revealed a contemptuous and gleeful smile. His huge serpentine snout tapped lightly, and a wisp of black smoke rolled along his long tongue, transforming into a ferocious maw with interlocking fangs that swallowed it down!

The bright white flames rose like waves.

The dark, gaping maw resembled a descending abyss.

The two collided head-on, exploding into a dazzling array of colorful lights that were breathtakingly beautiful.

Under the light and shadow, the Asian youth with black hair and black eyes vanished from the void like lightning, raising his hand to release a scroll-like object.

"Holy, holy, the Most High Jehovah, Lord of hosts!" The heroes of the new era of immortals have no sectarian prejudices. Zhu Mingyao, accustomed to reciting the incantations of the Xuanmen sect, activated the heretical artifacts just as easily.

The scroll was unfurled, revealing a vibrant array of oil paints—it was actually a frameless oil painting!

At that moment, the old woman's face, which had been full of hatred, suddenly turned calm and still.

"Do it!"

The oil painting flutters in the wind, presenting the scene it depicts:

A resolute-faced knight is launching a desperate charge against a ferocious fire dragon. He wears a feathered crown and a white linen robe with a red cross. He rides a saddleless and stirrupless warhorse, holding the reins in his left hand. The horse's forelegs are in the air, and its neighing shakes the dragon.

The painting is incredibly lifelike, with every detail of the figures clearly visible, radiating a powerful aura that resonates through the void. But what truly captivates the eye is the knight's right hand, which holds aloft a gleaming, cold blade—a Roman-style short sword.

The steel-forged blade may look ordinary at first glance, but it has a clear and melodious sword sound that resonates through the heavens and earth, overflowing with the will to cut down evil without hesitation!

Valak's scales suddenly stood on end, a sense of impending doom washing over it. Sensing the divine power specifically targeting its own attributes, it let out a roar of shock and rage, revealing the true form of the subject of the painting:

—Saint George, the dragon slayer!

It roared and countless purplish-black demonic runes, winding like poisonous insects, formed a barrier. It twisted its body, trying to escape, but a clear light divination seal suddenly enveloped it, freezing it in place for a moment.

The pale white lake's reflection blends with the dark water's ripples, yin above and yang below, the trigrams of Dui and Kan combining, representing the innate trigrams.

[Water and Lake are trapped!]

The next second, a crimson blood, carrying a heavy smell of decay, splashed across the sky, turning the world red!

Chapter 419 Silent Hill 12

Perhaps it is fate, or perhaps it is a coincidence, but in many ways, all things in the world present a strange relationship of restraint.

In the realm of the supernatural, such mutual generation and restraint seem even more pronounced, and thus, it is only natural that it has become basic common sense for every qualified superhuman.

Just as it's best to bring vampires into the sunlight, a ritual to dispel ghosts is more effective than a reckless fight.

So, when facing a demon god with dragon and snake attributes, it is natural to summon the legendary paladin who once slew evil dragons!

The endless white light, carrying a chilling and murderous aura, condensed into a massive sword, like a searchlight in the dark night, slicing straight through space!

The dazzling holy sword cleaved through the waves, and countless demonic runes responded with overwhelming force, piercing through the giant python's body with unstoppable momentum. The aftershocks continued to reach the sky, causing the chaotic clouds to tremble.

The enormous body twisted and rolled violently, scattering the dark clouds in the sky.

"Cunning humans, this is a despicable trap!"

Suffering a sudden and devastating blow, Valak let out a terrifying roar of pain, and drops of blood glowed faintly, transforming into spiraling poison arrows that rained down on the attackers.

The Three Yuan Palace appeared, and the gods in the Yellow Court's inner landscape exerted their power together, offsetting the enemy's furious counterattack. Zhu Mingyao then vanished again, disappearing without a trace. The boss's aggro was already at its maximum, and he had no intention of soloing it.

"It's rather humorous that a fallen demon is accusing humanity of being despicable."

Amidst the rising wind and fire, divine thunder and a streak of sword light appeared, and Henry Lai and Eric Blade leaped forward in perfect unison to meet it.

Ink-black silk threads, like dragons and phoenixes, outlined an intricate magic array. A six-pointed star in the center emitted an emerald halo, and several elderly women in long robes and holding staffs appeared. They all had youthful faces and white hair, and were not young, but without exception, their bodies were surging with spiritual energy fluctuations like the ocean.

The mesmerizing rainbow light disintegrated everything, the icy rays that scattered ice crystals froze the void, and the giant force field palm as big as a building shattered metal and stone... All sorts of powerful high-level witchcraft surged up like a long river, and they attacked without hesitation!

Fiona's fingers trembled slightly as she threw back a bottle of recovery potion, completely abandoning her elegant demeanor. Ignoring the tiny droplets of liquid spilling from her mouth, she yelled fiercely:

"The enemy's strength far exceeds your estimates, and the reward promised by the Church must be doubled...twice!"

With the entire high council of the Sisterhood of Witches present, she believed her offer was extremely sincere.

Although she had participated in formulating the plan and was mentally prepared for a fierce battle, the danger of the situation still exceeded her expectations. If it weren't for the fact that the die was cast and she had no choice but to go, Fiona would have liked to turn around and leave.

"Rest assured, we are willing to pay any price to successfully eliminate this guy!"

The angelic vase continuously poured forth its radiant light, pulling the two severely wounded Protestant elders back from the brink of death. Sister Irene gave a resolute cry, and a holy pillar of light rose into the sky in the distance. A large number of auras rapidly approached, as the Church's Legion of Judges answered the call for reinforcements.

At the same time, she tossed it out, and a gray and white object spun and flew out with a whoosh—it was a simple, rustic handmade spinning wheel.

A Catholic collection of saintly relics, including St. Catherine's spinning wheel!