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As one of the fourteen saints of salvation, this protector of the textile industry, though not as skilled in battle as Saint George who slew the dragon, left behind a legacy that is equally remarkable.

As the creaking wooden wheels turned, countless strands of plain-colored cotton yarn, like spider silk, instantly filled the sky, resembling shimmering silver waves clinging to the giant serpent of hell. No matter how the demon god, revered as the king of ten thousand snakes, struggled, he could not shake it off for a time.

After receiving information through clandestine channels that Valak might be appearing, the church prepared extremely thoroughly, employing a series of interconnected and targeted measures. If they were to deal with just Valak, even as a demon god, he would likely perish on the spot.

However, with the addition of two other formidable opponents, the situation changed dramatically.

The demonic figure perched atop the lava throne suddenly rose, its blood-stained crown between its horns trembling and emitting a noisy, strange sound.

A chaotic and distorted invisible force descended, accompanied by faint evil curses. The various concentrated attacks suddenly lost control, flying off in all directions in a haphazard and disorderly manner.

【Chaos Domain】 After unleashing the unique divine power of a monarch-level demon, its massive body suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, it did not attack the group, but instead went to mid-air nearly ten kilometers away.

Its bat-like, tattered wings fluttered behind it, and hundreds of black skulls with sharp horns appeared, spewing out countless magical fire meteors that crashed down, pointing directly at two young figures in the demon hunter team below.

"You Winchester brats, I've run into you today, so I'll start by taking care of you!"

The demon's crystalline yellow eyes were brimming with malevolent intent. This tactic of attacking Wei to rescue Zhao, while simultaneously reaping the rewards of his long-coveted target, revealed astonishing cunning and ruthlessness.

—I bet you won't come to save your own descendants! With my innate teleportation ability, I can wipe them all out in a few minutes!

However, just as it was feeling triumphant, the dense meteor shower suddenly split in two, like a torrent crashing into a river reef.

A golden divine blade, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, emerged from it, carrying a celestial cloud scroll surrounded by more than a dozen crimson flames, and slammed into its majestic demonic body!

The crimson armor, forged from lava, shattered into dust. The demon lord's body, seemingly impervious to all harm, suddenly shuddered, cracking with fine spiderweb-like patterns. Tiny fragments of skin burst open, and the massive wave of skeletons spewing demonic flames paused slightly before vanishing without a trace.

The golden divine blade slashed and cut across, while the crimson immortal talisman surrounded and tempered the demon. Under the onslaught of both sides, the demon's flesh was constantly melting and peeling away. For a lower-dimensional creature whose soul and body were highly integrated, this was nothing short of excruciating pain.

With a violent roar, it desperately tore off a piece of flesh and threw it, shaking off its pursuer and managing to escape. Its sinister yellow eyes stared at the figure in front of it, wishing it could skin it alive and tear it apart.

These aren't the two kids who harbor the blood of heaven and hell; they're clearly two elderly Asian humans in disguise!

Zhou Taishan's arm muscles rippled like dragons as he lightly tossed the Green Dragon Crescent Blade across the ground, causing it to emit a faint blue-green glow. His short, gray hair stood on end, and his eyes burned with intense fighting spirit.

"The old man has slaughtered hundreds, even thousands, of demons and monsters in his life, but he's never cut down anything this hard!"

Being looked up and down as prey by humans who regarded it as an ant, the demon felt its pride was greatly insulted. It flicked away the bloodstains on its claws, and a mixture of pungent, foul and crazy smells suddenly spread out!

The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and began to twist and deform. Then, driven by the magic of hell, it evolved into more than a dozen spatial rifts of different shapes.

A vast, eerie wind, brimming with negative energy, swept through, and the other side of the numerous spatial rifts gradually became clear:

Some depict terrifying scenes of surging lava and raging flames, like a volcanic eruption; others are stinking, filthy, decaying swamps filled with a nauseating aura of death; still others are desolate, lifeless wastelands of skeletons, piled high with white bones, desolate and hopeless.

Then, one after another, eerie and grotesque figures, like hungry wolves breaking free from their restraints, surged forth, carrying endless evil and madness, proclaiming their existence to the world.

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A fierce wind howled, the heat was unbearable, and a colossal creature composed of blazing red flames burst forth first. Its upper body resembled a naked, middle-aged strongman with bulging muscles; while its lower body transformed into a whirlwind, with sparks and ash intertwined among it, leaving no trace of its legs.

With such a distinctive design, paired with a large headscarf meticulously wrapped in thin copper sheets, and a long, bushy beard formed from condensed black smoke, a classic mythological figure who likes to dwell in oil lamps comes to life.

However, the demon hunters below, seeking refuge from the aftershocks of the battle, were calling out another name:

"Elder-level [Zhenni]!"

In the mystical systems of Central Asia, a certain kind of extraordinary spirit that lies between angels and demons is called "Jnn," which in Arabic means fire spirit. The being before us is clearly a prime example of one corrupted by the magic of hell.

The vile and dark incantations echoed, and blazing white flames burst forth, filling the air with boundless heat and distorting the surrounding scenery, shaking apart the demon-subduing net formed by the crimson talismans.

A captivating, magnetic laugh followed, and several slender, graceful figures, each wielding a thorny whip, quietly emerged.

They possess stunningly beautiful faces comparable to beauty pageant winners, and their curvaceous, voluptuous bodies are completely naked except for a few obsidian ornaments adorning their private parts. Rather than merely concealing themselves, these ornaments are full of hints and temptations, and simply standing there exudes a captivating allure.

Then, slimy, silvery-gray skin dripped with mucus, and a giant, catfish-like creature swam out of the cracks, shaking its head and tail...

A troll, a creature of undead, pieced together from hundreds of skeletons, slung a deformed bone hammer over its shoulder and shattered the void...

Only a pair of bright black eyes floated on the surface; the rest was a vague, ethereal shadow...

A humanoid vulture, its wings tattered and filthy, its body covered in foul-smelling pustules constantly bursting and oozing venom...

Dozens of high-level demons from the lower planes appeared together, each with a powerful aura and a formidable ability!

Moreover, as soon as they appeared, countless wormholes emitting a sulfurous stench burst open around them.

The lesser demons, about the height of a child, carried crude iron forks; the Margo monsters, like red-haired monkeys, held fireballs; the fist-sized infernal flies shook off phosphorus powder; and countless low-level monsters surged out madly.

Below the servants, there are even more servants; this is the most troublesome unique ability of powerful demon races.

—Multiple summons, one person becomes an army!

Even a fierce tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. Under the siege of a massive monster army, even the most skilled expert would have to temporarily retreat...

However, faced with such an offensive capable of annihilating a city, some people offered dismissive comments from a professional perspective.

"They look impressive, but they're just a disorganized bunch. Let this old Taoist teach you how to arrange your troops!"

"boom!"

A brilliant golden light flashed like an electric arc, and a hexagonal golden mace as thick as a telephone pole swept across, wiping out the demons connected to several teleportation arrays!

Lu Hetong formed hand seals, his robe sleeves fluttering, and three large black, gray, and white banners waved behind him. Countless celestial officials and generals, dressed in ancient robes and tall hats or clad in armor, appeared from the void as he chanted incantations, arranged in neat rows, as if heavenly soldiers and generals had descended to the mortal world.

They wielded various weapons and magical artifacts, such as swords, halberds, talismans, and seals, arranged according to their civil and military roles, each occupying a position, instantly forming a large formation that crushed the demon army into retreat.

As the grandmaster of the Lushan School, he was confident that he was no less capable than any enemy when it came to cultivating ghosts and spirits and manipulating the sheer number of soldiers.

Zhou Taishan laughed heartily, and his Guan Dao unleashed ten thousand rays of golden light that pierced through evil, like the blazing sun in the sky, illuminating the surrounding demons so that they had nowhere to hide and fled in wailing.

His figure swayed, like a towering iron tower suddenly moving, each step causing the void to tremble. With every gesture, he seemed like a general commanding a large army, leading numerous legal officials and ghost soldiers to trap the enemy in a prison and engage in fierce fighting.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, Zhou and Lü worked together and fought a fierce battle with the demon lord with the crystal yellow eyes!

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A battle that takes place more than ten kilometers away may be difficult for ordinary people to discern, but to the two sides engaged in fierce combat, this distance is no different from being right next to each other.

"You lowly, inferior creatures are just like those disgusting cockroaches—you can find them in every corner!"

Thousands of jet-black scales shattered, transforming into serrated blades that fiercely cut through the serrated threads, finally freeing the giant, wounded serpent from its shattered body. The massive, shrunk rapidly, its dense darkness flowing like a stream and coalescing into a bizarre humanoid figure draped in a nun's robe.

It looked around the battlefield and saw that its two main allies, Hell and Fairy Tale, were firmly tied down and were left with only defensive capabilities after suppressing Antonio.

Although its black hole-like face lacked facial features, the wide, penetrating wound on its chest and abdomen, along with its ravenous tone, revealed just how terrible the King of Ten Thousand Snakes was.

This is understandable. Even a noble ancient saint, after being pierced through the heart by a specially prepared weapon to counter him, and then having to deal with a long-planned siege by a large group of powerful humans, would fall into hysterical rage.

"Organization and unity are noble virtues that have allowed humanity to endure. But you wretched, evil gods should know that there is no place for you in this era!"

The magnificent river of holy water surged and danced, moving with effortless grace under Sister Irene's control, like a soft, ever-changing ribbon.

Although her words were spoken with an imposing air, the old woman was also extremely anxious.

Despite the Catholic Church's vast resources and influence, the personnel present represent all the mobile combat power they can currently muster.

Even with millions of clergy, only a small fraction can cultivate extraordinary power, and those skilled in combat are even rarer.

In addition, the task of guarding major parishes around the world is extremely complicated. It took a lot of effort to put together such a large-scale operation, but we still underestimated the strength of the other side.

...That's strange. The injuries caused by Saint Andrew's blood are still there, so how did this serpent recover its power so quickly?

The old man's mind raced, but a fleeting, chaotic thought was quickly banished by a sinister laugh.

"Hey, have you forgotten something?"

The wide, jet-black wings suddenly extended, like a giant axe smashing down. Before they even got close, a strange magical power emanated from them, corroding the protective spells on everyone's bodies and causing them to break through many loopholes.

The ruler of this alternate dimension, the fallen saint Alessa, blinked, a naive smile on her pale face. Her cute round-toed shoes moved with a slight movement and she appeared before them. Withered, foul-smelling maternal lilies descended from the sky, sweeping towards the battle.

Oh no, I underestimated Valak's recovery progress; I can't spare any strength to deal with her!

Sister Irene was extremely anxious. She did indeed have a backup plan, but it needed time to be activated…

Just as she gritted her teeth, preparing to barely break through and maneuver, a foreign palace with flying eaves and brackets, golden gates and jade terraces, suddenly appeared from the side and met the approaching enemy.

"I'll hold them off for now, please activate the attack as soon as possible!"

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A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up black feathers that churned like dark clouds in the night sky, obscuring the heavens.

The surrounding air seemed to have solidified into glue, making it so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The terrifying aura was like a tsunami, wave after wave, and the magnificent and majestic palace spun and whirled, dodging the enemy's strength and striking their weaknesses, releasing layers upon layers of precious light. Although it was at a disadvantage, it was like a resilient green bamboo in a storm, never falling.

"You overestimate your capabilities!"

Even though she still appeared as an innocent little girl, the fallen one with black wings had long since lost all human emotions. She didn't care about changing opponents and brutally crushed them!

To her, everything in the world, including all living beings, was merely a tool for venting her pent-up resentment.

The young man before me, despite his young age, possesses strength approaching the peak of the [Lord Rank], and the magical artifacts he wields are also extremely extraordinary. Even within a prestigious institution like the Holy Church, he would be considered a high-ranking elite.

But even enemies of this caliber were only slightly troublesome in her eyes; at most, she could force them back or even kill them in a short while.

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. With a gentle flap of her black wings, she stirred up a vast, eerie wind, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet and filling the air with a chilling, decaying feeling.

The transparent light emanating from the strange palace suddenly dimmed, and its graceful and agile trajectory abruptly froze, as if a dark layer of ice had inexplicably appeared and tightly enveloped it.

Lines of pale black frost, resembling centipedes, spread rampantly, like sharp claws and fangs, piercing deep into the palace structure, attempting to destroy it completely. However, golden-red talismans flew out in time, colliding with the frost and exploding into clusters of colorful light.

"Hmph, still putting up a stubborn resistance!"

Angered by the enemy's tenacity, the small hand suddenly clenched, and illusory black and red blood splattered out, instantly shattering the struggling foreign fairy palace!

Made of yellow paper, wood, jade, metal...

Numerous talismans of various materials broke into fragments, which then turned into large swaths of dust and scattered outwards, just like a thick cloud rising from the ground.

The remaining curse power interacted, not only obscuring vision but also stirring the surrounding energy into a chaotic mess, momentarily disrupting even the perception of extraordinary experts.

After defeating the enemy, whose aura became faint and seemed to have escaped, Alessa did not intend to pursue him to the end. She flapped her wings and rushed towards the battlefield.

The demonized mindset only leans towards cruelty and evil, but it does not affect intelligence. Right now, helping his companions to wipe out these powerful humans is the top priority.

Just as she was passing through the debris and dust, she suddenly felt something strange beside her, and a bunch of objects, large and small, crashed into her.

These things had no energy fluctuations and seemed to be just the remnants of enemy artifacts. Alessa waved her hand without hesitation to sweep them away.

The next second, her calm and innocent expression changed drastically. Before she could even make a move, a deafening "boom" was heard.