Chapter 410
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Chapter 410: Reunion in Heaven
Bai Wei rushed all the way here and it took quite a long time.
Some overconfident and doomed residue cannot be stopped.
Even if it’s a muddy road, it can’t stop some people who are seeking death from causing accidents.
If only Alena had given up resistance earlier, there would be two corpses left here.
Bai Wei felt grateful and knew he couldn’t express it enough, but he had to keep his emotions in check and not show any signs.
So he only took a quick glance at Guan Ling, making sure she and Simozi were unharmed, and then looked away. At least on the surface, he came for the ownership of Alena and Broken Paradise.
The golden king looked down with gentleness and approval, instead of imposing authority or solemnity.
"You’ve worked hard… Rest well."
"There will be a lot of noise later, so stay away."
He let go of her hand, and the girl fell down like a feather, caught by Guan Ling.
The emperor climbed the steps, his cloak fluttering, and with each step, golden leaves fell.
Though he walked alone towards the sanctuary, he seemed to bring with him a thousand armies, and the sound of his footsteps created an illusion of rushing streams and galloping hooves.
It felt as if it wasn’t a person coming but a war.
The four templars stood motionless, as if under a petrification spell, almost turning into stone statues, afraid to move even a bit.
The knights who were talking confidently earlier now became mute, as if they were constantly reminding themselves to resist with their weapons tightly held, like a neck offered for slaughter.
The contrast between strength and weakness was clear at a glance.
Alena looked at the figure in front of her, unable to speak for a while, until she leaned against Guan Ling’s shoulder.
She was indeed exhausted, but it was just exhaustion, still a long way from death.
Even though she was so weak, she didn’t want to take her eyes off the figure. She was reluctant to look away, and even hesitant to blink, wanting to engrave that figure in her sight, so she could remember it for the rest of her life.
During the previous fight, she didn’t have time to think about much, not even about who would come to save her. Those thoughts of weakness were naturally pushed aside from her mind. She didn’t think she would be lucky enough to have a second chance.
Miracles don’t happen because they are asked for, they always come unexpectedly.
This was the second time…
Always appearing when I am in danger…
Even in heaven or hell…
If Alena had such thoughts before, she would definitely have mocked her own cowardice doubly.
This is Heaven Mountain, beneath the sanctuary. Coming here is no different from seeking death.
But it happened, without her even lowering her head to pray.
"Who is he?" Guan Ling asked cautiously.
Hearing this question, Alena felt that it was okay to show off a little. If not now, then when?
She was about to answer, but suddenly realized that she actually knew nothing about him. He was so mysterious, coming and going like a floating golden leaf.
"Who is he?" Alena murmured softly.
…
"Who’s there!"
The templar also burst out with an admonishing voice.
They were very surprised and angry, staring at the young man in a long robe, who walked confidently. It felt like every step he took was stepping on their hearts. The person behind him couldn’t feel the strong pressure and dominance, as if facing a thousand horses and war drums.
The feeling of tension twisted their stomachs, causing even the least mentally prepared archer to make a suppressed retching sound deep in their throat.
Bai Wei was only thirty steps away from the templar.
The strong feeling of suppression and fear caused the templar to draw his bow and shoot an arrow that pierced through the air, aiming for the king’s forehead.
Ding…!
A clear sound came, and the arrow fell from mid-air. Instead of bouncing off the wall and changing direction, it mysteriously stopped in front of the young man, then fell to the ground.
"Before taking someone’s life, one should be prepared to die themselves," Bai Wei began proclaiming their destined death. "It seems like you are already mentally prepared."
He raised his hand, and the fallen arrow hovered in his palm, shimmering with a golden light, then he gently pointed.
The arrow returned to its original path.
The four Templars stood together, protecting each other without hesitation. However, one man’s arm was pierced, the second man’s armor was torn, and the third man’s weapon was nearly knocked out of his hand. They managed to stop the arrows for half a second, but the final arrow meant for the last Templar should have been weakened, yet it remained unbreakable and unstoppable.
It tore through the bow, pierced through the armor, and even pierced through the body.
The Templar’s body crashed into the stone pillar of the sanctuary, and the arrow was embedded in the pillar. The once pure white heavenly structure was now covered in cracks and soon collapsed in a thunderous roar.
This scene made the other three Templars furious and filled them with fear, losing their will to fight.
What kind of mysterious power can easily tear through the heavenly structure? And it only takes one command to kill?
It has been too long since they faced a monster of this level. Even Europa’s Holy Domain and legends cannot be without this ability.
This arrow even pierced through the space, shattering the spatial barrier set up by the Blind Saintess.
"Golden…" one Templar remembered something he had read in ancient texts. "The Golden Clan?"
"Impossible! The Golden Clan has already been wiped out!" another Templar shouted.
"No matter what, we cannot let him pass!"
The three templars exchanged glances and instinctively gripped their weapons.
The saintess stood behind, the importance of the heavenly fragment was self-evident. They must not let him pass through here.
In just a short minute, the momentum of the attack and defense changed. They went from being the side with the advantage to the side struggling desperately for survival.
Knowing that certain death awaited, Bai Wei didn’t even halt his steps to look at them, as if he was gazing at a few ants on the side of the road.
That’s just how an emperor’s character is, always serious and unsmiling. The illusion created by the Golden Power camouflaged the emperor’s posture so realistically that there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation in his eyes.
The templar wielding the heavy hammer shouted loudly, his whole body radiating dazzling light. With divine blessings, a huge phantom appeared behind him. The heavy hammer, full of force, expanded in size while the phantom possessed substance. Even after expanding five times, it was not enough. He pushed himself further and with his feet broken, he expanded it to ten times its original size, smashing it down on Bai Wei’s head. A shadow enveloped everything, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.
The emperor disdained this thing as it was too obstructive. He extended his finger and with a poke, the massive heavy hammer deflated like a punctured balloon. Energy dispersed and cracks spread across his arm. The templar instantly disarmed, his limbs torn apart, and he fell to the ground in despair.
Nearby, the spear-wielding templar approached quickly. Dozens of illusory images materialized all over his body. The spear thrust forward and in an instant, it appeared as if a wall made of spears had been pushed out. This move seemed simple, but it actually combined three difficult divine techniques, none of which belonged to the judgment system. Bai Wei had never seen it before, even ordinary high-level monsters would be riddled with holes if they ran into it.
The emperor reached out his hand and grabbed the spear that was surrounded by countless illusions, locking the weapon in place.
The templar was horrified underneath his armor, and the will to survive caused him to let go of the heavenly forged weapon and quickly retreat.
Then he only saw a flash of golden light, and the spear had already returned to his hand. It was just a little too eager and whet his appetite directly.
The emperor never used weapons with his hands. The golden light trembled and the vibrating energy passed through the spear handle. The templar exploded on the spot, but there was no time for any inappropriate scenes to erupt. Instead, he was instantly shattered upon landing.
This knight had twice attempted to kill Guan Ling, so it was only natural that he met a gruesome death.
Bai Wei continued forward, and now there was only one person left guarding the gate.
He was the strongest among the templars, while the other two were not like the three little pigs helping their grandfather, but rather trying to buy time to attack one by one.
This templar directly summoned an angel, using himself as a medium, spreading his wings behind him and the sword in his hand burning brightly.
"Die!" The templar possessed by the fiery angel roared and swung down the flaming sword of judgment.
Bai Wei finally made a move, he clapped his hands together.
In the air, two golden hands also clapped together, a clap that brought despair to the archangel and templar.
As the second foil of physics, a thin paper was left on the ground. When it floated down, it gradually shattered into golden particles.
Even murderers don’t need to see blood, the silent and terrifying ultimate violence.
From beginning to end, not a single conversation.
Only one declaration before the killing starts.
The emperor who once ruled the world has arrived at the doorstep of sanctuary. He passed through the broken gate, looked straight ahead, and stared at the greatest enemy in the broken paradise.
After the space shattered, beneath the scroll inside sanctuary, stood a blind saintess.
He looked at her, and she also ‘looked at’ him.
The emperor’s expression remained unchanged, just his gaze lifted a little higher.
A shiny purple exclamation mark appeared above the saintess’s head.
… Converting people’s loyalty, the emperor cannot do it, it should be handed over to the mentor…