I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

The Blue Knight did not speak, his rapier held horizontally in front of him again, his gaze returning to the enormous creature.

Klaus said to stall, so let's stall.

Since he dared to go down there, he must be confident that he could come back, or at least he believed so.

The Ascended One's silver-gray pupils flashed, and the pillar of light on its chest recharged, blasting towards the front of the behemoth.

Margaret chuckled, and the blue light around her spread out, almost completely sucking away the moisture in the cave.

"Fine, let's just delay it."

The attendant's purple net of light spread out again, closing in from both sides towards the center, trapping the enormous creature back in the middle area. His expression was not good, but his actions were without the slightest hesitation.

The group's strategy was no longer to try and kill the thing in front of them. The threads around the Blue Knight no longer gathered together, but instead scattered.

Each time it swept past, it left a shallow wound on the giant creature. The Blue Knight didn't expect it to hurt it; it just needed to keep its attention.

Margaret's water needles scattered and fell continuously from different directions, forcing it to turn around frequently. Just as it turned around, the Blue Knight swept back from the other side.

This thing isn't very fast, but as long as you don't let it focus all its energy on going crazy in one direction, a few fourth-tier creatures can easily hold it off.

The moment Klaus disappeared, the behemoth suddenly stopped.

Its right leg was still bound by the Blue Knight's silk threads, and its rage was still palpable, yet it stood there motionless.

The two misaligned eyes no longer looked at the Blue Knight and Margaret, but instead twisted their heads and turned downwards, staring intently at the fleshy ground beneath their feet.

The Blue Knight sensed something was wrong.

A strange tremor came from the silk thread in her hand, a tremor that emanated from the enormous creature's body and traveled along the thread to her fingertips.

The next moment, the enormous creature's body began to swell.

Rings of flesh surged up from its surface, dark red membranes bulged violently, and its entire body grew larger and larger in the darkness where the holy light could not reach.

It raised its head, its two misaligned eyes widened at the same time, and the huge mouth on its belly suddenly stretched to its maximum.

A roar erupted from deep within his mouth.

This roar was unlike any of the previous screams. The previous sounds lingered in people's minds, causing irritation and restlessness, but this one struck them squarely and directly.

The roar, accompanied by a visible shockwave, exploded in all directions, causing the moisture around Margaret to spill outwards, which she then forcefully stabilized. The servant's purple netting suddenly bulged outwards in an arc.

The threads in the Blue Knight's hands all tightened at the same time. She immediately realized she couldn't catch it, so she gathered the threads, took a step back, and created distance again.

Before the roar had subsided, an even bigger commotion was about to begin.

The bronze pillars surrounding the cavity all lit up simultaneously.

The bronze pillars, crookedly embedded in the flesh, suddenly gleamed with golden light, their long-dormant patterns illuminating one after another, almost simultaneously. Golden light burst forth from each pillar, illuminating the entire hollow.

The oppressive force descended.

This time, the pressure was many times greater than what we encountered in the passage before. That time, it was at most the weight of a pillar; we could just bear it and get through it.

At that moment, seven or eight bronze pillars erupted simultaneously, their combined pressure making the air thick and sticky, and pulling the skin and flesh on people's faces downwards.

The Ascended One's mechanical body emitted a grating grinding sound as its knees pressed down slightly.

The light beam on his chest suddenly dimmed considerably, and a strange light flickered in his silver-gray pupils.

She gritted her teeth and tried to pump water again, but the surrounding water vapor became extremely difficult to control under the pressure. She managed to condense a few water blades, which were crooked and twisted.

The servants were almost at their breaking point.

The purple light netting trembled violently, and several beams of light began to disintegrate from the edges. He twisted his wrists repeatedly, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He finally managed to barely maintain the netting in the very center, but the coverage area had shrunk to 30% of its original size.

Adrian's scriptures remained suspended in mid-air.

The holy light was squeezed to an extremely thin thickness under the pressure, and the golden shield could barely cover people, showing signs of shattering at any moment.

The Blue Knight remained standing in the same spot.

Her figure paused only slightly, the silk threads sprang back up from the ground, and the rapier remained horizontal in front of her. The oppressive aura that had overwhelmed everyone else fell upon her, and her movements were only half a beat slower than before.

The Great Ascended raised his head from behind his bent knees, his silver-grey pupils fixed on the Blue Knight. He stared at her for two breaths, the gears deep within his pupils turning three times.

This knight was almost completely unaffected by the oppressive aura of the bronze pillar.

The Blue Knight ignored the Ascended One's gaze. Her attention was entirely focused on the colossal creature.

While everyone was being held down by the oppressive force, the thing began to walk towards the attendants. Although its steps were slow, each step made the ground tremble.

The blue knight's feet tightened, propelling him forward and sending him hurtling straight into the behemoth's knee. Crimson sword energy erupted from the rapier, slashing a deep gash into the back of its knee.

The thing's knees bent for a moment, its body tilted to one side, and then it stopped.

The wound was already healing, but the Blue Knight had bought a few moments of time. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the servants spread out the purple net again, and the crooked net once again blocked its path.

Margaret then gathered the water mist and covered her entire body with it.

Her ranged attacks had completely failed, and most of the moisture in the cave had been drawn into the enormous creature's body.

All she can do right now is slow it down as much as possible, to help the Blue Knight as much as she can.

But everyone knows that this can't last long.

The golden light of the bronze pillar flickered, and its oppressive aura alternated between strong and weak.

Every time the power was unleashed, the attendants and Margaret were pinned down and unable to move, and the Great Ascended One's beam of light could not be fully unleashed.

Only after the oppressive aura subsided for a few breaths were everyone able to catch their breath and readjust.

The rhythm of the entire battlefield was controlled by the flickering of the bronze pillar, except for the Blue Knight, who was not affected by this rhythm.

At the moment of greatest pressure, everyone was pinned down and unable to move, yet she could still lift her sword. In this hollow space, she was now the only one left capable of directly confronting that colossal creature.

The Blue Knight's threads stretched longer and longer, covering most of the hole. She single-handedly held up the entire defensive line.

Adrian watched as the Blue Knight struggled alone in front of him, his hands too heavy to turn the pages of the scripture.

The golden holy light was so thin it was almost translucent, and the shield was pressed against everyone's heads. Every time the pressure from the bronze pillar came, the shield would tremble.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer; if things continued like this, the Holy Light would collapse first, and then he himself would.

The archbishop closed his eyes.

His lips moved, but he no longer uttered a prayer.

With a slight lift of his hand, the scripture that had been suspended in mid-air suddenly snapped shut, its pages abruptly closing, and the golden light vanished. The scripture fell from the sky and was caught in his palm.

The holy light is gone.

The remaining gold on everyone vanished in an instant, and the void plunged back into darkness, with only the flickering golden light of the bronze pillar illuminating the surroundings.

Margaret and her attendant looked up at Adrian almost simultaneously, and the Blue Knight's silk thread in front of him paused for a moment.

Adrian tucked the scripture into his chest, and slowly opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed.

Those eyes have changed.

All the original compassion and gentleness vanished, and a layer of purplish-black light surged from the depths of his pupils, cold and gloomy, carrying an indescribable aggressiveness.

The next moment, flames erupted from the archbishop's body.

The flames started burning from his back, a dark, thick color completely opposite to the holy light.

Black flames spread up his spine, quickly engulfing his arms and entire upper body.

The edges of the flames were tinged with a deep purple, and the surrounding air seemed to distort as they burned.

Behind him, a wing unfurled from the flames.

The wings were jet black and enormous, with the patterns of the feathers faintly visible, yet devoid of any luster.

He had only one wing, which unfolded from behind his left shoulder, with the tip of the wing trailing in mid-air, burning with the same purplish-black flames.

Adrian has completely changed.

The scriptures, now closed in his bosom, ceased to churn, and the benevolent archbishop's facade gradually peeled away from him.

The purplish-black flames engulfed him completely, even burning his white hair to a grayish-black. An extremely aggressive and polluting aura exploded from his body, spreading in all directions.

The pupils of the ascendant suddenly contracted.

He was closest to Adrian, and the moment the polluted aura rushed over, all the sensory runes on his mechanical body lit up, frantically flashing warnings.

The gears of the Great Ascended paused for a moment, and his silver-gray pupils were fixed on Adrian.

He understood instantly.

This old man actually believes in other things.

The belief system is that each person has one faith, which is an ironclad rule. However, the fire burning on Adrian's body and the wing extending from his back are clearly products of a second faith.

Moreover, judging from the aura emanating from the one he believed in, he was mortal enemies with the angels.

Is it a fallen angel?

The second person Adrian believed was a fallen angel.

Isn't this a product of the Second Church? The Second Church is based in the southeast of the empire, rivaling the main church.

Adrian believed in two religions at the same time. If the church found out, wouldn't he be excommunicated on the spot?

The Ascended One silently looked away.

He didn't want to get involved with those lunatics from the Second Church.

Adrian didn't care who was watching him at that moment.

Dark purple flames dripped from his body and landed on the bloody ground beneath his feet.

The effect was surprisingly good the moment the flames touched the flesh.

The dark red flesh rapidly curled and shrunk in the purplish-black flames, carbonizing all the way down, burning from the surface to deeper layers, much more decisively than the Blue Knight's scarlet sword energy or the Great Ascendant's pillar of light.