Chapter 348
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Chapter 348: Is This It?
The entire shrouded city of white mist underwent astonishing transformations, with numerous streets not only shifting but transforming into a true Lost City. Soon, Annottales descended into chaos.
Everywhere, wicked cultists of Dead Silence wreaked havoc, coldly slaughtering the innocent. Many mutants were suddenly released, a clear sign of the remnants of the Order of the Moon Witch at work.
During this tumult, both the Babel Tower and the Dark Light Church were tirelessly cleansing and healing the cultists and mutants. However, many still managed to evade capture, hiding in the city’s ever-changing maze.
It was such a grand event—nearly resembling a war—that the people of the Dark Light Church spared no effort to quell the turmoil in Annottales with the utmost urgency. They had been notified and prepared since yesterday. Nearly ten thousand Dark Light followers in Annottales were immediately mobilized.
Though they were believers rather than priests, they were divided into twelve ranks. In such a vast national organization, it was only natural that each rank would have many positions. These individuals were powerful followers, members of the Dark Light Church above the fifth level. Without exception, they were extraordinary beings.
Even though half of the Dark Night Saints had followed the divine oracle to Belan World, the remaining ones acted swiftly. Among them, the weakest ascended to the Crown and possessed formidable strength. The Knights of the Divine Blade, responsible for protecting Annottales, immediately mobilized, aiming to destroy the Ritual of Tranquility.
But despite their numbers and strength, they soon found themselves overwhelmed by the peculiar environment of the Lost City. The people of the Dark Light Church, unable to reach the scene in time, were hindered by the city’s continuous and accelerating transformations. What once changed every minute now altered every thirty seconds.
A staggering force of nearly ten thousand extraordinary individuals, including fifty to sixty crowned experts, found themselves disoriented, like headless flies. However, this confusion did not last long.
The Lost City was merely a delaying tactic. Within half an hour, they would reach the Ritual of Tranquility’s location, and within two hours, they would eliminate the heretics and capture all the mutants.
But by then, Dead Silence might have already achieved its goal.
In front of the Temple of Dark Light.
“Bang!”
The sound of iron boots hitting the ground echoed through the thick white mist as a towering knight in gleaming white armor emerged, unaffected by the Lost City’s chaos. He navigated the city with precision, heading directly for the Temple of Dark Light.
Before him stood the grand and imposing Black Temple. Elia paused for a long moment, lost in contemplation, reflecting on past events.
He had once believed in the Savior of Dark Light and had been the protector of this city. But now, everything had changed.
“There is no turning back now… and I don’t want to turn back.”
Elia continued forward, spotting two figures emerging from the temple.
The first was the young man Elia had once saved—Chris, the leader of the Knights of the Divine Blade, now known as “the divine-crafted monster.” When Chris looked at Elia, his expression held neither sadness nor joy, only a cold indifference.
The second figure was an elderly man with snowy white hair, a face filled with wrinkles, and a frail appearance. His sightless eyes only deepened Elia’s wariness.
This was the Head of Dark Night— the oldest and most mysterious saint, a powerful being who had already reached the middle-ranked Apocalypse.
Under the Incarnation of Dark Light, these two forces were the most formidable.
Elia, however, was not surprised. He calmly spoke, “As I expected, you’ve been preparing for this for a long time.”
The Head of Dark Night’s voice was hoarse and slow. “The Temple of Dark Light is of immense importance. How could it not be guarded? You’ve successfully lured away the Divine Executor, making it unable to return here… Well done.”
“But that is where it ends.”
Indeed, Elia was strong, but he was still only at the middle-ranked Apocalypse level. It was unlikely he could win against both opponents simultaneously.
Chris, the “God-made monster,” was considered the strongest of the middle-ranked Apocalypses. Only a few could challenge him one-on-one.
Chris remained silent, his gaze fixed on the great benefactor who had saved his life and shaped his destiny. His emotions were complex, a mixture of doubt and disbelief.
A few days ago, he had questioned, but now, his image of Elia had shattered completely.
“Come on,” Chris said calmly, taking a steady step forward. As he did, the space around him began to distort, creating strange, inexplicable fluctuations.
Elia suddenly shouted, “Not going to make a move?”
Both Chris and the Head of Dark Night suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, stronger than their own.
Though not as powerful as the Divine Executor, the presence of a formidable enemy was undeniable.
Soon, they saw a towering figure emerge—a man dressed in a long black robe, a diamond-shaped mark on his forehead, stepping out of thin air. Behind him was a one-eyed young girl.
The man’s appearance was mesmerizing, his charm so captivating that it seemed to captivate hearts and souls.
He was the Son of God—Amicio.
Noah was the most powerful black wizard in history.
“A relic of a great civilization. It held them off for three minutes. Keep moving forward.”
Amicio smiled widely, his eyes sparkling with joy.
Elia continued forward, unwavering, placing complete trust in Amicio’s power.
The Head of Dark Night sighed and spoke to Amicio, “Back when we tried to stop the Ultimate Witch, the Savior should have killed you, shattered your soul. Unfortunately, it was blocked by the Heart of Radiance… and He always listens to that person.”
Amicio nodded, agreeing fully. He even thought it might have been better had the Savior of Dark Light killed him back then.
He smiled, “Some criticize her as hypocritical, but it’s not without reason. In her eyes, everyone has the potential for redemption, but she fails to see that some are born villains.”
Inside the Temple of Dark Light.
Evie’s heart was in turmoil. Something was happening outside, and she was deeply worried for her sister’s safety. Fearing the chaos outside, she wanted to leave the temple, but the Crown’s lower-ranked personal maid stopped her.
“We can’t leave now. The situation outside is too dangerous.”
The maid’s voice was firm, her expression serious and earnest.
“Go away!” Evie snapped, furious and determined to find her sister.
The maid hesitated but then seemed to receive a sudden command, her ears twitching. She immediately spoke, “Let’s go! Someone has invaded the temple!”
Evie, startled at first, quickly nodded in agreement. “We should escape to Tulip Manor in the third district. Powerful beings like Apocalypse reside there!”
Though she had spoken without thinking, her words were strangely accurate.
However, reaching the third district now wasn’t easy. The maid hesitated, unsure how to explain the situation with the Lost City.
She grabbed Evie’s hand, and they dashed outside.
But as they emerged, they were intercepted.
A tall, white-armored knight appeared before them.
Elia spotted Evie and spoke in a deep voice, “It’s you.”
His target was not some object, but Evie—the princess of the Dark Light Church and the future Babel Tower, “Innocent Singer.”
Evie’s heart skipped a beat as fear gripped her. If she died, would her sister feel the pain of death?
Elia extended his large hand, his iron gauntlet seeming to grow in size, aiming to seize both of them.
At that moment, a fiery red light descended from the sky and landed forcefully on the ground.
The sky was ablaze with crimson flames, and the Scarlet Moon, like a fiery meteor, sent Elia crashing into the Temple of Dark Light, shattering the ground beneath him.
The Scarlet Moon hovered in the air, her robes burning with crimson flames, exuding an aura of pure, destructive power.
“Once the leader of the Knights of the Divine Blade, and now reduced to this?” she remarked.
