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

Meanwhile, on the western side of the battlefield, near the edge of the gray zone where the Kuroshio spreads.

An ordinary ghost suddenly stopped in its tracks.

The yin energy around it began to surge violently, and a grayish-white funnel-shaped vortex formed above its head.

The free-floating Yin energy within a radius of several hundred meters was forcibly torn apart, and even the Yin ghosts that were charging nearby were instantly drained, turning into wisps of white smoke and dissipating.

It stopped resurrecting, stopped moving—the exact same omens as the previous vengeful spirit before its transformation.

Then, the second ghost also stopped.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

On the battlefield, five gray-white vortexes of yin energy formed simultaneously.

Five visible gray shockwaves exploded at the same moment, the shockwaves carrying yin energy sweeping in all directions.

Five ghosts emerged from the center of the vortex.

Their appearance was almost identical to the first one—grayish-black skin, jagged bones, a gaping mouth that stretched to the ears, and two dark red light cores in their eye sockets that flickered in the darkness.

As the shockwave continued, they all raised their heads simultaneously, emitting hoarse, broken, and frantic roars.

Six.

There are now six vengeful spirits on the battlefield.

For the first time, a crack appeared in the woman's expression.

One spirit can be explained by luck. Two can be explained by innate talent. Three—are they even human?

But there weren't just three, there were a full six.

Simultaneously transforming.

On the same battlefield.

This change completely overturned her understanding of the ghost and god system.

Her lips moved, but in the end she only managed to utter four words:

"...Are you kidding me?"

The members of the Dark Technology Society who were stealthily approaching the battlefield also stopped in their tracks.

The middle-aged man leading the group turned the energy detector back on, and five new energy readings appeared on the screen, each exactly matching the first monster.

His fingers froze in mid-air, his expression shifting from fervor to blankness, and then from blankness to an almost reverent awe.

"...Six." The assistant said in a dreamlike tone, "Captain, there are six."

The middle-aged man did not respond.

He remained silent for a long time before reopening the communication channel.

This time, his voice was filled with nothing but greedy desire.

In the bridge command room of the True Bishop's flagship, Shen Ye stood behind a broken porthole, watching the six gray-black figures on the battlefield.

The blazing sun's light has been reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

The firepower of the Holy Flame Cannon had no effect on the Soul Reaper, and the Holy Light Chains of the Templar Knights passed through the Soul Reaper's body as easily as passing through air.

His million-strong army became lambs to the slaughter before these six creatures, being wantonly harvested, devoured, and torn apart.

Every second, soldiers fall, every second, souls are devoured, and our side has no effective means of countermeasures.

What made him even more uneasy was that several more ghosts on the battlefield began to change.

Moreover, the frequency of these changes is accelerating as the intensity of the battle intensifies.

He gripped the spear of judgment tightly.

The golden flames on the spear flickered slightly, and the spearhead emitted a low hum that could still be clearly heard in the howling wind.

"Is this what it means to be a Privileged Person?" Shen Ye murmured. "Even with such a humble background and such an unfavorable environment, they can still achieve this."

He stood on the edge of shattered glass, with thousands of feet in the sky and burning clouds above.

A million-strong army crumbled at his feet, six vengeful spirits reaped rampage on the battlefield, and the enemy he truly deserved to kill hadn't even made a move yet.

This is the person with the authority.

Shen Ye gripped the Spear of Judgment tightly, the golden flames on the spear pulsating violently, reflecting in his pupils as two burning golden needles.

He recalled the moment he was forced to lower his head in the Hall of Reincarnation, and the look in Yun Yi's eyes as he stood on the high platform looking down on all living beings—that indifference when looking at the stones on the roadside, the dust on the windowsill, or an inanimate object that was not worth any emotional attention.

"You don't even remember who I am."

Shen Ye whispered to the faintly visible figure above the clouds, his voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, each word as if chewed up with his teeth before being spat out.

"Of course you don't remember. In your eyes, I'm just one of those ants whose names aren't even worthy of your remembrance."

"But what gives you the right?"

On what grounds?

Shen Ye experienced eighty-six reincarnation worlds.

Eighty-six life-or-death struggles, eighty-six times crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, eighty-six times finding a glimmer of hope in desperate situations.

He has endured all kinds of hardship and suffered all kinds of torment.

Why is it that guy named Yun Yi can stand on the high platform and sweep him and more than 30,000 others into the "surrendered" statistics column with just one glance?

"Just because you have the authority."

Shen Ye suddenly smiled.

On that exquisitely beautiful face, the smile was as cold as a knife in the winter night.

"Fine. Authority holder—then today your authority will be used to pay for your deaths."

He raised his left hand, fingers spread, and aimed it at the void behind him.

A ring of golden runes on his wrist suddenly lit up—it was the holy seal that the Pope had personally engraved on his wrist bone before he went to war, the highest authority mark passed down from generation to generation of popes of the true bishop.

The entire war machine of the True Bishop can only be started by one person.

The Pope granted him this authority.

"In the name of the Son—"

Shen Ye's voice echoed across the bridge, each syllable carrying a weight that seemed otherworldly.

The golden runes on his wrist began to burn, the flames spreading from his wrist to his entire arm, and then from his arm to his whole body, enveloping him in a layer of golden, humanoid flames.

"Release all the seals on the sacred artifacts."

"Activate the Twelve Holy Heavenly Warships."

"Awaken—all the sleeping angels of holy war."

A golden beam of light shot up from the top of the flagship, pierced through the clouds, and exploded thousands of meters in the air.

Where the beam of light exploded, the clouds were pushed in all directions, revealing a huge circular hole.

Sunlight poured down from the hole, mingling with the golden beams of light.

Centered on the pillar of light, concentric rings of golden energy ripples spread outwards, as if someone had dropped a giant rock from the sky, causing the entire world to tremble wherever the ripples passed.

The earth began to shake violently.

On the battlefield, the parish guards who were charging forward fell to the ground one after another, and even the warriors of Youdu felt the tremors coming from the soles of their feet.

The epicenter was not beneath the city of Youdu, nor in the center of the battlefield, but behind the True Bishop's army—in the direction of the mountain known as the Holy Mountain.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the sacred mountain, from which dazzling golden light gushed forth.

The entire mountain resembles a giant egg about to hatch, its shell crumbling inch by inch.

Then, the mountain split open.

A crack stretched from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain, and the golden light emanating from the crack was more intense than that of an artificial sun.

The crack widened, and the mountain slowly slid apart to both sides, revealing a huge, unimaginably large black outline deep inside the mountain.

The outline slowly rose in the golden light, first the bow, then the hull, and finally the entirety of the twelve warships.

The Twelve Holy Heavenly Warships.