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

The ultimate war machine of the True Bishops, with a history spanning a thousand years, each ship is a kilometer long.

The ship's hull is made of a special material called "holy silver," which appears as a translucent pale gold under the illumination of holy light, as if it were forged from solidified light.

The ship's surface has no rivets, no welds, and no traces of artificial processing—the entire warship is like a living thing that grew out of a single piece of holy silver, and you can even vaguely see blood vessel-like energy circuits slowly pulsating inside the ship.

The twelve Holy Heaven warships formed a huge circle above the Holy Mountain.

The ring is over ten kilometers in diameter, with twelve warships facing inwards at the bows and outwards at the sterns. At the center of the ring, a huge energy vortex is taking shape.

On the battlefield below, the parish garrison soldiers got up from the ground.

They looked up and saw the twelve warships in the sky that blotted out the sun. They forgot their wounds, the corpses around them, and the gray monsters that were reaping their souls.

A veteran, covered in blood and with tears streaming down his face, knelt on the ground and cried out in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice:

"The Holy Sky Battleship...it's the Holy Sky Battleship!"

No one remembers when the Holy Sky Battleship last took to the air.

It could be three hundred years, five hundred years, or even longer.

The true bishops haven't encountered an enemy requiring the deployment of the Holy Warships for far too long, to the point that many younger believers think the Holy Warships are just legends in the scriptures, stories made up by their predecessors to scare heretics.

But now they're right above our heads.

Twelve ships, lined up in a row, covered the entire sky.

The observation equipment in the wasteland merchant's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The expensive lens chipped a crack in the rock, but he didn't even look down at it.

He simply tilted his head back, mouth agape, gazing at the twelve colossal ships that blotted out the sky, his mind filled with only one thought: the legend was actually true.

Meanwhile, above the battlefield, Yun Yi remained hovering above the sea of ​​clouds.

Beneath his feet were swirling clouds, and above him was a burning sky, yet his face remained largely expressionless.

He looked at the twelve Holy Heaven warships, at the golden light gathering at their bows.

The twelve main cannons were charging simultaneously, and the golden light gathered and brightened at the muzzle, like twelve miniature suns taking shape at the bow of the ship.

These twelve main cannons contain the holy light energy accumulated over thousands of years; each shot is enough to wipe a small country off the map.

Shen Ye's voice rang out again.

This time, the sound was simultaneously emitted from the bridges of all twelve warships via the loudspeaker array of the Holy Sky Warship, echoing across the entire battlefield and drowning out the sounds of wind, artillery fire, screams, and the low growls of ghosts.

"Yunyi".

Shen Ye stood behind the broken porthole on the flagship's bridge, holding the Spear of Judgment in his hand.

Golden hair flew behind him, and the white robes of the holy son fluttered in the wind. The golden runes on his body were spreading at a visible speed—from his wrists to his arms, from his arms to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his chest. The ends of the runes had already touched the left side of his face, making the boy's face half holy like an angel and half ferocious like a demon.

"This is the first big gift I've prepared for you."

He suddenly pointed the spear of judgment forward.

"Holy Heaven Fleet - Fire a salvo!"

All twelve main cannons fired simultaneously.

Twelve enormous golden beams, hundreds of meters in diameter, descended from the sky. The air around the beams was instantly ionized, emitting a piercing shriek. The clouds that were pierced by the beams vaporized, revealing a massive hole that stretched from heaven to earth.

The beam of light was not aimed at Yun Yi.

The beam of light was aimed at Youdu City.

Shen Ye intends to crush this city and wipe it completely off the face of the earth.

Yun Yi did not move.

He simply spoke.

"Here, the holy light has dissipated."

The divine powers of heaven and earth—the decrees of heaven and earth.

Even if this world has no Heavenly Dao, with his current cultivation level, he still doesn't feel much pressure using this divine power of heaven and earth.

The moment the words fell, twelve enormous golden beams, each hundreds of meters in diameter, vanished silently just before they touched the walls of Youdu City.

It was like a gust of wind blowing out twelve candles; they simply went out naturally.

Yun Yi's voice was not loud.

But everyone on the battlefield heard it clearly.

Without amplification, those six words appeared directly in everyone's minds.

All of the True Bishop's soldiers on the battlefield sensed the change.

The Holy Light Pulse Rifles in the hands of the Templar Knights suddenly became heavy and cold. The Holy Light energy cores in the barrels stopped glowing, and pulling the trigger only produced a hollow click.

The Holy Light within the Templars seemed to be extinguished by an invisible hand. The warm power that once surged through their meridians vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling they hadn't experienced in a long time—weakness.

Pure, ordinary weakness.

The Holy Light Mech's energy shield went out first, followed by the Holy Flame Thruster, and then the entire mech's power core.

Hundreds of steel giants lost all their energy almost simultaneously, frozen in place in their charging posture from the previous second.

The Templar Knights in the cockpit frantically pounded on the control panel, which had been reduced to scrap metal, but only silence answered them.

The Holy Wing Guard, swooping down from the sky, suffered an even more horrific fate.

Their wingsuits relied entirely on the Holy Light thrusters for lift; the moment the thrusters shut off, hundreds of Holy Wing Guard soldiers plummeted from the sky like kites with broken strings.

The holy flame cannons of the three holy light warships went silent, the holographic projection screens on the bridge went completely black, and all systems that relied on holy light energy shut down at the same instant.

Only the twelve Holy Heaven warships remained suspended in the air, their golden runes flashing violently as if desperately resisting some kind of invisible erosion.

However, the main cannon of the Holy Sky Battleship could no longer fire a second shot—the golden light gathered at the muzzle was visibly diminishing, shrinking from a sun-like sphere to a fist-sized flame, then to a pinhead-sized spark, and finally extinguishing completely.

The entire war machine of the True Bishop was disarmed in an instant.

A few seconds of absolute silence fell over the battlefield.

No one fired a shot, no one charged, no one screamed, and even the few wraiths temporarily stopped their killing spree and looked up at the small figure in the sky.

Everyone was stunned by this move.

Tieshan stood on the city wall, holding a battle axe in his hand, his mouth agape, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence:

"The boss's methods... are still so outrageous."

A young sixth-level martial artist next to him swallowed hard and whispered:

"Vice City Lord, what kind of ability did the boss just use?"

"Wow, that's so cool! Can I learn it?"

Tieshan did not answer.

Why wouldn't he want to learn that kind of pretentious skill?

But he didn't dare to ask.

At the southern edge of the rift valley, the little girl in the black dress was also slightly surprised.

"The 'words become law' of the immortal system? Isn't that one of the most powerful supernatural abilities in the immortal system?" she muttered to herself. "The Yin spirit of the ghost and god system, and the 'words become law' of the immortal system."

"Both systems have reached their peak? It seems you're even stronger than I thought."

"Then I can rest assured."

As she spoke, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Behind her, in the shadows, a deformed lump of flesh had somehow taken over her entire back.

A smile appeared on that face that looked exactly like hers, and it deepened even more when she saw that there was another person with access.

The members of the Dark Technology Society also remained silent.

The middle-aged man who was in charge put the energy detector back into his bag.

His assistant behind him asked cautiously:

"Captain, that capture plan... is it still going to proceed?"

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He simply looked up at the small, dark gray figure in the sky, remained silent for a long time, and then said something completely unrelated:

"Do you think the mystery of the world's division that our club has been trying to solve might be related to this kind of person?"

The assistant paused for a moment, then fell silent.

Meanwhile, in the bridge command room of the True Bishop's flagship, Shen Ye stood behind a broken porthole, motionless, still in the position of holding a spear.

His expression was calm.

Just like when he gave the order to fire the volley—his long golden hair flew in the wind, his white holy son robes fluttered, and the holy seal runes on his wrists still burned with faint golden flames.

But his other hand was already clenched into a fist.

His fingernails dug into his palm, and drops of blood dripped from between his fingers onto the shattered glass.

He anticipated that Yun Yi was very strong, and even anticipated that Yun Yi might have a backup plan.

But he hadn't expected this kind of follow-up.

Words become law – the ultimate supernatural power in the immortal cultivation system.

He spent ten years planning, assembling a million-strong army, awakening the Holy Warship, drawing the Spear of Judgment, and betting all the resources he could mobilize on this war.

As a result, the other party only said six words, which revealed most of his trump cards.

"Words become law." Shen Ye squeezed out these four words through gritted teeth, his voice very soft, but each word sounded like he was chewing up a piece of steel. "This is your trump card."

He suddenly laughed, the sound echoing in the empty bridge, carrying a twisted calmness born of being driven to the brink of despair.

"Okay, very good. Then I don't need to hide it anymore."

He raised the spear of judgment, its tip pointing at the palm of his left hand.

The cardinal standing behind him, seeing this gesture, turned deathly pale and cried out in disbelief:

"Your Highness! No! That's a forbidden technique—"