He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yun Yi's gaze swept over the two groups of people and landed in the third direction.

To the south, about eighty kilometers from the battlefield, there is a huge rift valley, bottomless and about one hundred meters wide, which is the trace left by the Black Tide when it eroded that area three years ago.

A little girl stood on the edge of the rift valley, wearing a black dress. She stood casually on the cliff edge, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her posture as relaxed as if she were taking a walk in a park, rather than being a spectator in a war involving millions of people.

Yun Yi's gaze fell silent for a moment when he saw her.

He looked no more than ten years old, and he exuded a faint sense of threat.

Without a doubt, this is a reincarnated being.

It's unclear whether he's an authorized user or one of the nine hunters.

The little girl's lips curled up slightly.

She knew she had been discovered.

Immediately afterwards, a voice rang in Yun Yi's mind. It was casual, relaxed, and had a hint of playful laughter, like greeting an acquaintance at a roadside stall.

"Hey, little brother, don't be nervous."

Yun Yi frowned slightly.

The fact that the other party could transmit sound directly through thought within his perception range indicates that the other party is not simple.

"Tsk tsk! You must be the new Level 3 access user. Because of you, we've suffered quite a bit."

The woman's voice continued to echo in his mind, her tone relaxed yet tinged with dissatisfaction.

Yun Yi remained silent for two seconds, then transmitted his thoughts back in the same way:

"Are you a hunter or a privileged individual?"

"Level 4 access user".

Yun Yi didn't speak, but his fingers twitched slightly.

A level four user is a whole level higher than him.

Having gone through so many reincarnations, this is the first time I've encountered a reincarnator of a higher level than myself.

"What do you mean by 'suffering in your old age'?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl looked at Yun Yi with resentful eyes:

"At our level of authority, there are basically no more reincarnators who mindlessly hunt down others."

"When we're matched together, most of the players are around the same level and their skill levels are fairly even."

"So in terms of background, although you won't be given a perfect start right away, it's much better than before."

"But because of the nine hunters you brought, I had to go through something I never wanted to go through again."

Yun Yi was silent for a moment—it seemed as if he had unintentionally tricked the other eight privileged users.

He then spoke:

"So what do you want? Are you going to take action?"

The woman seemed to sense his wariness and chuckled.

"Don't be nervous, it won't come to a fight."

"Everyone who reaches this level of authority is extraordinary, and I don't want to make enemies for no reason."

"Of course, that's probably what I think. I don't know about other users with access."

Yun Yi didn't seem to care: "If that's the case, why did you come to see me?"

The woman's eyes grew even more resentful: "It's all because of those nine hunters you summoned."

Yun Yi asked in confusion, "Wasn't this how you pulled it? A level four privileged user can't even beat a hunter?"

Upon hearing this, the woman was immediately on the verge of losing her composure.

"Damn it, that hunter is completely out of his mind. He started as the divine son of the Flesh-Mad Blood Cult, and to make matters worse, the moment he found me, he offered himself up as a sacrifice, summoning the Flesh-Mad Evil God, hoping to kill me before his consciousness was possessed by the evil god?"

"Me? Fighting an evil god at ten years old?"

"Are you kidding me? Even if I have level four access, you can't play games like this!"

Yun Yi frowned slightly.

It wasn't because of the Flesh and Blood Cult—although he'd never heard of that faction—but because the other side could summon an evil god by offering themselves as sacrifices. What about this reincarnator of the True Bishop?

Could the other side also summon it?

I haven't fully figured out the terms yet, but with my current strength, I really can't defeat the evil god.

And if the other party comes over, won't it attract that thing over here?

So Yun Yi spoke again: "You didn't come to me just to complain, did you? What do you want?"

"If we need to avoid trouble, could we go somewhere further away?"

The woman's lips twitched: "Don't worry, evil gods aren't exactly friendly, that thing won't come over."

"So I came to hide in your Allah's world for a while, and also to take a look at you, the newly arrived Level 3 Authority user."

"Of course, don't expect me to help you. The fact that I'm not beating you up right now is a sign of my good mentality."

Yun Yi did not respond to her.

I had already suspected the different worlds she mentioned, and hearing it from her only confirmed my suspicions.

After all, when he examined this world, he found that it was so small that it didn't seem like a small world, and the only evil god who appeared was God.

So I've wondered if this world also has a structure of real and fake worlds, inner and outer worlds, or other worlds.

His gaze returned to the battlefield, landing on the rampaging ghouls.

The woman didn't say anything more, and together they stood dozens of kilometers apart, quietly overlooking the battlefield.

……

At the same time, the True Bishop's attack broke out in full force.

The defeat of the vanguard did not stop Shen Ye.

Three hundred thousand diocesan garrison troops and five hundred Holy Light mechs completed their formation and provided cover.

The Knights Templar pressed forward from the front, with three rows of neatly arranged Holy Light Pulse Riflemen firing in alternating bursts, dense golden beams weaving a moving net of fire across the wasteland.

Five hundred Holy Light mechs strode in from both flanks, each one the size of a three-story building, leaving a half-meter-deep metal footprint on the ground with every step.

The holy flame jets on the mech arms continuously spewed out fan-shaped golden flames, burning the Yin ghosts that tried to infiltrate from the flanks into ashes one after another.

In the sky, three holy light warships slowly descended, with twelve holy flame cannons on both sides of the ship firing simultaneously. Golden beams of light fell from the sky like red-hot iron rods, sweeping out scorched grooves on the ground.

The fortress-class holy light main cannon at the bow remained charged, and the golden ball of light at the muzzle, originally the size of a fist, had expanded to several meters in diameter, ready to launch a devastating attack on the main body of Youdu City at any time.

What truly made Tieshan frown were the things jumping off the warship's deck—the True Bishop's airborne troops, the "Holy Wing Guard."

Dressed in white wingsuits, they filed down from the warship's deck, unfolding their wingsuits in the air and gliding like a flock of giant white bats toward the walls of Youdu City.

Each person's wingsuit is equipped with a small holy light thruster, which can accelerate and change direction in the air over short distances.

The objective is clear: capture the anti-aircraft gun emplacements on the city walls to clear the way for the Holy Light warship's final main gun strike.

Under the cover of this overwhelming offensive, the True Bishop's engineering corps had begun constructing siege equipment on the ground.

Dozens of massive mobile siege towers are being assembled, each forty meters tall, covered in thick holy silver armor, and topped with retractable siege bridges.

Further away, an absurdly large holy light cannon was being slowly towed toward the battlefield by dozens of heavy trailers.

The cannon barrel was thick enough to fit an armored vehicle inside, and its body was densely covered with golden holy runes, each one faintly glowing.

Tieshan stood on the city wall and saw everything.

He didn't panic.

Because he was among the first to follow the leader.

Over the years, he had witnessed too many of his boss's methods, especially after he became more powerful. He personally saw one of his comrades turn into a kind of eerie being.

Although he didn't know the situation, he knew that even if he died, his boss would find a way to make him live on in another way.

Therefore, he was not afraid of death, no matter how strong the enemy was.

He took a deep breath, raised his battle axe high above his head, and the blood-red light on the axe blade shone brightly under the holy light.

"Brothers, you think highly of us, so many of you have come."