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It is true that occasionally ordinary extraordinary individuals are tempted and eventually fall into the abyss of darkness, but there has never been an example of a leader of a major power going to join forces with a demon.

After all, modern productivity is vastly different from that of ancient times. With power, wealth, and authority in their hands, they lack nothing and their living standards are comparable to those of ancient emperors. Even precious mysterious knowledge or resources can be obtained with a little effort. Why risk disgrace to become a lackey of an outcast?

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The venomous curse mark swirled and roamed, relentlessly tearing at the barrier of holy light, causing the magnificent sapphire-like wings of the Gabriel statue to gradually crumble.

Two scarlet lamps lit up in the vast darkness, their large, vertical pupils conveying a strong sense of irony.

"Our plans have been in place for far longer than you can imagine. We laid our pieces hundreds of years ago. The founder of the Voodoo Cult, the Ocean Witch, was actually an incarnation of one of my companions. How can mere human cleverness compare to the profound wisdom of the gods?"

A smug laugh echoed in the cold wind. As the sound faded, the surrounding space began to distort, and darkness writhed like a living thing, devouring the last remaining faint holy light.

Sensing the impending light of judgment, Valak seized the opportunity to launch a tirade of mockery before his ethereal form melted into a pool of flowing shadow, preparing to shift his position.

Although the vast sun in the sky has shrunk considerably, taking a direct hit from it will still cause significant damage.

The nearest woman, Aunt Eileen, was already trapped, and the other powerful humans lacked the motivation to fight to the death, so it seemed that no one could stop it from leaving.

However, the next moment, a tremendous shockwave roared in, and brilliant light tore through the boundless darkness. Wings that had almost withered away and were now just skeletons stretched out, followed by the resolute face of the old nun.

Her now frail body is covered with scars of all sizes, gruesome wounds left from forcibly breaking through the blockade, with blood flowing down like a waterfall. She looks like a piece of porcelain that has been broken and then glued back together.

"I...I won't let you escape!"

With unwavering resolve, the radiant body soared into the sky, its already tattered angelic image expanding tenfold before colliding with the gurgling, shadowy serpent.

Light and darkness intertwined and merged, bursting into dazzling fireworks, together welcoming the descending blazing white sun.

"You crazy person..."

A dazzling burst of light exploded, as if the entire space had been torn into countless fragments. The fierce clash of alien energies caused everything around to lose its original color, leaving only endless, destructive pure white.

The violent power shook the heavens and the earth, determined to completely obliterate anything that stood in its way. The two sides that were fighting hurriedly stopped to avoid its sharp edge.

"Crackling and popping..." Various protective spells collapsed one after another. The vast expanse of light dust, which resembled smoke and ripples, chased after them like hungry wolves, forcing them to retreat several kilometers away before they could stabilize.

"It's simply, simply spectacular..." The rapidly expanding and contracting air currents created a fierce wind that blew wildly. Madison and Zoe pressed down hard on their pointed witch hats, their beautiful faces filled with shock.

A hundred meters away, the palace, surrounded by auspicious light, shimmered, and Zhu Mingyao appeared. Slightly inferior in strength, he retreated further and was already near his original group.

At this moment, he didn't even have time to greet his friends; he simply turned his amazed gaze toward the sky.

The light in the core area of ​​the explosion dissipated, and a huge hole with a diameter of nearly a kilometer appeared between heaven and earth, like an apple that had been bitten.

All the summoned creatures, golems, the collapsed hills below... even the dust stirred up by the fierce battle, all vanished, leaving behind a perfectly round and clear crystal ball.

In that chilling void, Valak's disheveled figure emerged. The nun's robe, formed from pure black energy, had completely vaporized. On his reptilian body, most of the thick keratinous scales had evaporated, and the intensity of his aura had plummeted.

The illusion that had been looming over its face, like a black hole in the universe, thinned and dissipated, revealing a terrifying true face like that of a dying old woman.

The withered, pale skin clung tightly to the high cheekbones. Tiny, rice-grain-sized golden-red sparks burst forth on the surface, emanating a sacred and solemn aura, as the scorched flesh continuously festered and miraculously reformed.

Opposite her, Sister Irene's eyes were half-open, and she was breathing heavily. Her frail body was slowly sinking. Although she was exempt from divine power, she was already injured, and her current condition was even more miserable than her opponent's. She could not even maintain her flight.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

The furious hiss materialized into a triangular snake head, its massive jaws spewing out bone-corroding venom, ready to deliver a vicious blow.

"boom!"

At that very moment, amidst a shower of countless shimmering, glass-like shards, a fist gleaming with a bronze glow, displaying power and muscular beauty, slammed out with tremendous force.

A surge of immense life energy erupted, piling up into a milky-white wave at the point of his fist. Without any hindrance, it smashed the ferocious snake head into a firefly. It was as if Antonio had finally broken through the seal of the mirror-like woman and escaped to join the attack.

Realizing he was about to be surrounded again, the King of Ten Thousand Serpents' fierce expression faltered for a moment before he suddenly leaped out of the battle. His figure flashed and dodged, dodging the youth's heavy punches as he soared into the sky, gradually becoming transparent.

"Let's take a break for now. Next time, you will all become my sacrifices as I reclaim my throne..."

At its summons, the Demon Lord and the Mirror Woman attacked simultaneously, slowly closing in on it despite the risk of injury.

With the church faction, whose fighting spirit had been most resolute, taking the lead in the attack, the other human experts, fearing that they would fight desperately, tried their best to stop them, but could only slightly delay their progress.

Seeing that the three ancient demons were about to reunite, and the meticulously planned encirclement seemed destined to end in failure, Antonio remained solemn but showed no panic. He suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared:

"Alex, what are you waiting for!"

Like a predator rising from the deep sea, a sharp, needle-like glint appears, followed by two parallel, pointed blades emerging from the void.

The handsome young man with black hair and black eyes looked arrogant as he gently raised his crimson Roman lance, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

Wherever the sharp edge pointed, both sides felt a chill run down their spines, almost simultaneously sensing an ominous aura that indicated the newcomer could pose a fatal threat to everyone present.

That was the smell of slaughter, war, and death; a power that transcended ordinary mortals.

...Unlike the ancient saints whose glory had been obscured by the dust of time and whose status was teetering on the brink of collapse, this was the complete, true, and vibrant power of the true god!

The key to victory or defeat lies precisely in stepping onto the battlefield at this moment!

Chapter 424 Betrayal and Another Betrayal

The spear pointed at me, as if I had a thorn in my back.

Rusty, blood-stained smoke and dust filled the air, forming a hazy, illusory realm. Amidst the bugle calls of thousands of troops battling each other, subtle yet fervent praises echoed, boasting of the divine might of the lord of all armies.

Pairs of eyes, some graceful, some indifferent, some solemn, some sharp, and some malevolent, were fixed on that single point of light, all on high alert, not daring to relax for a moment.

“That’s Longinus…?” Sister Irene was being closely guarded by several elite members of the Church’s combat team. She struggled to lift her head from the ground, murmured half a sentence, and immediately overturned her initial judgment.

Even if the Holy Lance were lost long ago and most likely taken away from this world by the High Heavens, vampires would never dare to touch a sacred relic stained with the blood of the Savior.

But even a counterfeit, the power it displays has crossed the boundary between gods and humans. Even the ancient demon god before us, if struck head-on, would at least lose half his life.

The humans present were all extraordinary elites with profound knowledge and extensive experience. They instantly reached a similar conclusion, tacitly and quietly shifted their positions, preparing to wait for the enemy to be seriously wounded before seizing the opportunity to attack.

In the deathly silence, a sinister laugh suddenly broke through the solidified atmosphere.

"Is this the last trick you foolish humans have up your sleeve?"

Seemingly indifferent to his perilous situation, his arrogant shouts stirred up a towering black mist, and a figure sped away like a shooting star.

Alessa's petite body trembled stiffly, expanding with each step forward until she transformed into a giant a hundred meters tall. Two enormous wings, intertwined with the light of corruption and holiness, fluttered, protecting the three ancient rulers in the center.

Beside her smooth, jade-like ear, a tiny, almost tangible black snake flicked its long, scarlet tongue. Like the temptation to tempt Eve to eat the fruit of knowledge in the Garden of Eden, a series of strange, secret words seeped in, causing her to involuntarily burn her very essence, transforming her into a fallen angel and isolating herself from the terrifying aura locked onto by the crimson spear.

"What...did you do to me?" The girl struggled to maintain her composure, her dark eyes blazing with resentment.

"Tsk tsk, the help from the Demon God is certainly not free. Even Solomon back then paid a heavy price to obtain our contract..."

As the wounds from the fierce battle gradually healed, Valak casually made a sarcastic remark and turned to stare triumphantly at his opponents.

"This thing can only be used for one attack. Now, please choose who you want to keep alive."

His cunning, sinister laugh stirred the crowd's emotions. Antonio's forehead veins throbbed as he suppressed his rage and roared:

"Never mind all that, Alex, set them all as targets, I don't believe they can all be stopped!"

"good--."

The indifferent response drifted down lightly, seemingly carrying a different meaning.

Before he could finish speaking, Antonio tensed up and turned around in disbelief, the force so strong that even the muscles in his well-built neck trembled as if they were twisted together.

"What are you doing!"

Without any explicit indication, everyone knew the target of his question the very next second:

A wisp of rusty red light suddenly extended and enveloped his brow!

The overwhelming aura of death locked away his supernatural powers that could shatter mountains and sever rivers, turning him into a silent stone statue, powerless and helpless, at the mercy of others.

The sudden defection of the powerful ally who held the key to victory was an unbelievable turn of events that caught everyone off guard.

Wherever the spear points, it points to comrades who are also on the same side!

Determined to be detrimental to the interests of the Federation, the powerful contract binding the vampire king was immediately activated. Holy thorns of light emerged from beneath Alex's skin, dancing wildly as they tried to close, but were blocked by a thick, abyss-like shadow, only managing to futilely whip out ripples.

Despite this obstacle, he endured the punishment and pushed the Roman-style spear forward, as crimson divine light descended inch by inch.

"A bunch of fools, thinking they can control others with just an Ark of the Covenant? They really think they're Moses the Saint!"

Black feathers fluttered, a deep mirror shimmered, ferocious venomous snakes slithered, and sulfurous flames spewed forth, accompanied by a triumphant laugh of someone who had succeeded in their plot.

On the pale face of the King of Ten Thousand Serpents, an uncontrollable excitement bloomed. Although the power of the divine artifact was profound, it was still manageable for a being of extremely high status to resist it with a little effort.

Strange lights and colors poured down like a torrential rain, and the awakened crowd rushed to their aid, just as another great battle was about to break out.

Just then, a faint crimson light suddenly turned, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Valak's arrogant smile froze instantly. Its gaze fell, and there, where its heart was, were two slender blades placed side by side. Before it, Alessa had one of her wings severed at the root, and she fell to the ground with a mournful cry.

One arrow... no, it should be two birds with one shot!

"You betrayed our agreement, which is why they were able to set up an ambush... Why follow... humans?"

"Please, fine wine, beautiful women, banquets and yachts, I'm very happy in human society. Why do you think someone would abandon this endless enjoyment to follow you old fogies?" The black-haired youth chuckled coldly, his hands, which were in a throwing motion, gently clenched.

As an indescribable mysterious aura surged within the spear shaft, the spear disintegrated into a fine layer of ash, and a vast, boundless blue-white light pierced through heaven and earth, illuminating everything for miles around!

As if the whole world was roaring, its body gradually deformed and melted, then turned into fine dust that kept peeling off, and finally disintegrated with a bang.

"Please do your utmost to expand the gains; the federal government will not be stingy with any rewards!"

Hearing Antonio's loud laughter, the crowd, shocked by the two dramatic turns of events, quickly calmed down and unleashed their full firepower on the remaining enemies.

But it was too late. Apart from the severely injured Alessa being caught red-handed, the Demon Lord and the Mirror Woman immediately began their escape, breaking through the blockade in a flash and disappearing without a trace.

"Don't force me!"

Under overwhelming odds, the fallen saint of the Pure Sect let out a desperate howl, his body suddenly exploding into a rapidly expanding black hole.

With her action, everything around her was extended infinitely, as if pulled into a deep dimension.

The ruins of the damaged buildings, the raging flames ignited by the aftermath of the battle, and the lava rivers formed by the melting of the ground due to the high temperature, along with the entire scene, all seemed to be drawn into an extremely distorted picture, endlessly extending towards the unknown and distant boundaries.

"She's going to destroy this nascent hell!" someone exclaimed.

The raging air currents formed a hurricane, stirring up everything around them. Whether it was the powerful figures nearby or the allied forces hiding in the distance, everyone used their own methods to try their best to stabilize themselves.

Apartment buildings, shops, factories, and all sorts of structures seemed weightless, spinning and shattering in the air, drawn in by an unknown force, and surging into the black hole.

Sand and stones flew, dust swirled, and the corpses of slain demonic creatures mingled with the ruins of buildings, creating a chaotic scene resembling a sandstorm.

Despite the overwhelming force, it posed no life-threatening danger to the extraordinary individuals who each possessed their own secret techniques. They simply lowered their bodies, deployed their shields, and took precautions to avoid it.

"Everyone can move closer to me." Zhu Mingyao expanded the Three Yuan Palace to its maximum extent, layer upon layer of precious light do his best to bless his companions, adding an extra layer of protection for them.