Chapter 454: The Heavenly Kingdom Descends

Generally speaking, a person who is empty-handed and has lost their weapon, when facing a ghost thing that is hundreds of meters long, with six wings and four heads, would always avoid its edge, maneuver and delay, and look for weaknesses and opportunities to kill the enemy in one blow.

However, there are always exceptions.

Just like Ji Jue, whose mechanics were maxed out after opening his eyes.

Just like Wen Wen... all over her body, only values remained!

Whatever.

Take my punch first!

It was like swinging a fist at an oncoming truck. In the collision with the Saint’s power, Idra felt like he was a fully loaded truck, rumbling forward, and then, crashing head-on into a mountain!

His vision went black, scales shattered, and his skull collapsed into a huge crack.

Depression.

Unbelievable.

What the hell is this! What exactly happened? Where did this bring him? Is he still in the Divine Kingdom?!

How could such a bizarre thing happen!

Where did this terrifying power come from?

Even after hearing many tragic stories of angels failing before this heretic, it was still hard to believe: was there still something in this world that could contend with divine grace?

No, not contend...

—It is, [Negation]!

In the moment of sudden realization, Idra couldn't help but feel a chill run through his body!

Divine grace, protection, holy power... call it whatever, all the power bestowed by the Holy God, the moment it touched the other party, was like a fortress piled up with sand, all washed away and defeated!

Beaten back to the original form.

Bao Dachai had once come for this special property, lurking in the resistance camp, slacking off and observing secretly, only to find: the other party’s existence was completely different from what he had imagined!

Rather than being a member of the dream, it was more like an alien stuffed into this fantasy.

Perhaps this could also be considered a kind of awakening—if Ji Jue eroded the Yellow Millet with his own consciousness, then she rejected the Yellow Millet with her own consciousness.

Isolating the fantasy with her own dream!

If this fantasy was the ocean, then she was a meteorite falling into the sea. No matter how surging the undercurrents were, no matter how surging the tide was, it was difficult to erode and shake her existence, and she would never be compatible with this ocean!

Just as Ji Jue, who had embers in his brain, would instinctively want to transform everything, this stubbornness and obstinacy that would not weaken or waver no matter how the phenomena changed might be the manifestation of the essence of the Wasteland.

And the external effect was near-unbelievable magic immunity.

All buffs were difficult to take effect on her, and all mechanics were useless before her.

Simply and crudely pulling all opponents to the same blank state as herself, and then crushing them directly with exaggerated, explosive values!

Because she refused the infiltration of the dream, she was not afraid of any opponent. At the same time, because she refused to interact and communicate with the fantasy, she had no way to influence this world.

Even though she could weaken her opponents without limit, she could never land an effective kill.

Even if she completely smashed the enemy and ground them into slag, with a blink of an Ether Eye, the other party would be resurrected in the Heavenly City. At best, it just consumed a little spiritual quality.

If she had Ji Jue’s means of directly dissolving the opponent’s consciousness and soul, I’m afraid she alone would have killed through this absurd dream of the gods!

But it’s not too late now.

"I guess that guy Ji Jue still needs some time, let me play with you first."

Wen Wen rubbed her wrists, ignoring the cracks on the back of her hand, and suddenly laughed heartily: "A dignified Saint, surely wouldn't be easily smashed like that bunch of scrap outside, right?"

Boom!

In the sudden storm, Wen Wen advanced, broke through the smoke, was close at hand again, and then, swung her fist again, smashing onto the wings Idra had hurriedly raised. Instantly, the wings fell apart.

In this short moment, the giant tail like a big snake swept across, collided with Wen Wen, and finally knocked the opponent back. But amidst the earth-shaking roar, its tail was also exposed to white bone, almost completely broken.

No, can't go head-to-head with her—

Amidst the pain and convulsions, feeling the opponent’s hardness, Idra was horrified, but before he could catch his breath, the figure that had flown backward had already pounced again!

Fast, too fast!

In the haste, at the gap of the broken wings, flesh and bone suddenly intertwined, turning into a bizarre arm, colliding head-on, and breaking again amidst the roar.

Barely surviving a move, the incomplete arm turned back and stabbed into its own throat.

Dazzling fierce light was conceived in the darkness, pulled out inch by inch, condensed into substantial crimson thunder, intertwined layer by layer, forming a bizarre giant sword.

Above the sky, infinite dark clouds gathered out of thin air, and amidst the rumbling, the loud noise that resounded through the Central City erupted suddenly.

The thunder giant sword slashed down!

This time, facing Idra’s all-out blow, Wen Wen finally made a dodging movement. Where the blade passed, everything instantly burned to ashes, the earth cracked, and flames gushed out.

The magnificent and solemn Cathedral of Sacrifice instantly fell into a demonic hell, so ferocious.

"Sure enough—"

Idra laughed: "No matter how bizarre the heretic’s means are, they ultimately have limits. Although I don't know how you erased the divine protection, at the same time, what you erased ultimately has its limits!"

As long as the quantity is sufficient, it will eventually be able to overcome this erasure and severely injure the demon!

"Tch!"

Wen Wen’s expression was cold, and she asked without looking back: "Ji Jue, aren't you done yet!"

"How long has it been?"

Under the siege of the Saint’s guard angels who were not afraid of death, Ji Jue’s voice came from afar, intermittent: "Wait a moment, already out the door, cough cough, already started, it will be ready soon, Sister Wen, hold on a little longer!"

"You better be!"

Wen Wen’s blood pressure was almost uncontrollable, her expression twitched, and she was about to urge again, but the thunder sword had already slashed down again amidst wild laughter!

Amidst the continuous loud noises, the Cathedral of Sacrifice turned into wreckage and ruins at a speed visible to the naked Ether Eye, and even the entire square and surrounding areas were affected by the galloping thunder and flames.

Facing the Saint who occupied the sky and was going all out, Wen Wen could only dodge in a wretched state, constantly urging.

"Aren't you done yet?!"

"Almost, almost!"

"Didn't you just say almost!"

"Yeah, it’s faster now, really almost!"

"Ji Jue, you better be almost!"

"If you say that, then I can only do slow work for fine results..." In the siege of angels, that annoying voice kept coming: "It will be ready soon, soon, wait a little longer!"

"Tell me the truth, how much is left!" Wen Wen was furious.

"Ah this... eight percent... cough cough, six percent... thirty percent?"

Wen Wen’s vision was already starting to go black.

Finally understanding what it meant for a craftsman to be reliable, and a sow to climb a tree!

Wait, don't tell me this dog thing is still collecting data? Now? Even selling out teammates?! Where did you get so many good reviews?

Forget it—

Wen Wen clenched her fists.

But the momentary distraction had already been completely blocked by the rift on the ground and the gushing fire of the abyss. Above the sky, Idra grinned, laughing wildly, the thunder sword filling the sky slashed down with all his might!

Boom!!!

The entire Central City shook suddenly, and the air waves swept through.

The Cathedral of Sacrifice instantly turned into a depression, and everything within sight turned into ruins.

But...

The blade stopped abruptly!

Right before that raised palm.

—Blocked?!

Idra’s eyes widened, his vision went black, and he felt a chill run through his body. His all-out blow, the sword of divine punishment that should have instantly evaporated the entire heretic and burned them to ashes, was actually blocked so lightly!

"You, how did you... no, I clearly..."

Under the thunderous fierce light, a crack deep enough to see the bone appeared on Wen Wen’s palm, which was gripping the blade tightly.

At best, it was just a cut, that’s all.

She asked in confusion: "When did I say that I had limits?"

Boom!

The moment the five fingers contracted, cracks appeared on the void thunder sword, spreading and diffusing rapidly!

And the reason she had dodged for so long was entirely because...

When she was a child, she was really afraid of pain!

No, not just that...

"This won't do, Xiao Wen, girls should be elegant, don't get covered in mud all the time."

In her memory, a gentle voice that was nauseatingly soft advised in her ear, full of expectation: "Be a good child, okay?"

"Okay!"

At that time, the little girl nodded without thinking, full of laughter, and kept it in her heart.

Screw your stinking dog shit, Wen Zheng!

Wen Wen gritted her teeth.

When she finally realized the constraints remaining in her subconscious, she couldn't help but be furious!

"—Die!"

A punch filled with resentment, hatred, and displaced anger exerted more than two hundred percent of its power, mercilessly crushing the remaining thunder-fire sword head-on, then breaking the arm of this dog thing, soaring into the sky again, and knocking it into the ruins.

Then, like a meteorite, it fell.

Trample!

"Very smug just now, right?"

That blood-stained face looked down expressionlessly, the bleeding fist clenched, and gestured at the remaining three and a half faces: "Which mouth was laughing the loudest just now?"

Idra opened his mouth to roar, and the gravity wave erupted again.

But this time, it was strangled in the cradle.

The momentary trampling stepped on the giant snake’s neck, the huge power almost instantly breaking its body, and then, mercilessly, one punch!

Then, another punch! And another!

Wantonly venting the anger in her heart, mercilessly ravaging it.

The earth-shaking roar continued, and the once solemn and dignified Saint instantly fell into a remnant like a broken bag. Even if he regenerated quickly, he couldn't recover, instead causing the pain to extend endlessly.

Amidst the earth’s tremors and loud noises, blood gushed and bones flew.

The broken Saint laughed instead, hoarse and mocking.

"Such tiny power, haha, no matter how huge the heretic’s ability is, how can it shake the majesty of the gods? It’s just futile!"

The two broken faces pieced together grinned: "Ah, right, I remember... Holy God, haha, the Holy God once said..."

The remaining single Ether Eye was bloodshot, staring at the opponent who didn't know her own strength, relaying the evaluation:

"Just discarded waste, it doesn't matter if you leave it alone, futile struggle, irrelevant to the big picture, heh, hahaha, hahahaha—"

Boom!!!

The incomplete skull was deeply embedded in the scorched earth.

Wen Wen’s eyes were scarlet, and she slowly withdrew her fist, as if she had finally given up on the futile violence.

But at that moment, in the deathly silence that shrouded the entire world, a crisp sound seemed to come, so crisp.

Ding—

Under Ji Jue’s feet, amidst the remains and blood of hundreds of angels, the reconstructed iron light rose again.

After killing all the Saint’s guards, extracting and fusing all the materials, the weapon revealed its outline. There was no more brilliance or glory, infinite scarlet gathered and overlapped, and in the end, it turned into the purest pitch black.

"Mission accomplished."

Ji Jue flicked the blade and threw it.

The spear that came through the air fell into Wen Wen’s hand, as if it had awakened, vibrating violently.

The darkness was like copper rust, peeling off rapidly. From beneath the blood color emerged a dazzling crystal phantom light, as if carved from crystal. The seemingly fragile spear tip looked like it would shatter at a touch, but instead, just by waving it, it cut through the dream,

leaving cracks and scars in mid-air that could not recover for a long time.

As long as it was held in the hand, one could understand that it was indeed an excellent work that did not live up to any bit of waiting!

"Just right, Ji Jue."

She sighed and gripped it.

And when the spear tip was aimed at the Saint’s face, at that moment, Idra’s twisted expression finally stiffened, twitching and convulsing involuntarily. It seemed to feel the impending destruction close at hand.

And at this moment, the corner of Wen Wen’s mouth finally curled up.

As if, smiling.

"Perhaps it is a futile struggle, and it doesn't matter if you call me waste, but none of this changes one thing... The one who was abandoned was never me."

She looked down contemptuously at the opponent under her feet, telling him word by word: "—It was me, who threw away this trash!"

Bang!

The furious roar stopped abruptly.

Infinite fierce light emerged from the wound, completely swallowed by the spear tip in Wen Wen’s hand.

The moment the upside-down spear tip pierced down, Idra’s huge body stiffened suddenly, and then, like a balloon, expanded and exploded!

The foul-smelling blood gushed out like a waterfall, winding wantonly along the cracks, flowing in all directions.

Just like rolling waves.

In the Eastern Diocese—no, in the world beneath the Heavenly City, almost everyone heard that hiss containing despair and anger.

Deathly silence, in the long deathly silence, believer after believer looked up blankly, staring at the ruins of the Cathedral of Sacrifice.

And then, they saw...

That rotten remnant body that had completely lost all life and breath, the broken and pale bones, the last remnant left by the Saint Idra!

And even... the death of a Saint!

The sound of collapse rang out, from the sky, the earth, and all directions. At this moment, a gap, a crack, suddenly appeared in the hearts of all the dream members.

Even the whole world seemed to be missing a part.

"So that’s how it is..."

Ji Jue lowered his head, looking at the bones under his feet, suddenly realizing: "Seven Saints, one-seventh?"

The seven Saints at the very top of the order were probably the seven crucial pillars, the beams and backbone supporting this endless fantasy.

The Holy God bestowed power, and at the same time, turned their existence into the fulcrum of this world!

No, the dream was originally born from the remains of the Yellow Millet, so it shouldn't need pillars at all. On the contrary... the seven Saints were completely tools and chains used by the Holy God to bind and control this fantasy!

At this moment, with Idra’s death, the infinite dark clouds in the sky were also dissipating rapidly, and then, traces like cracks appeared.

Behind the cracks, layers of bizarre phantom light shone down, like a mirage, revealing a gorgeous city above the clouds, buildings towering and solemn, as if stretching to the end of the sky, and one could vaguely see angels rising and falling like birds...

Witnessing this scene, on the earth, the sound of wailing rose, one after another.

After experiencing so many shocks, the devastated believers witnessed the scene of the Heavenly City and couldn't help but weep and wail.

Forgetting everything that had happened before, they knelt on the ground, kowtowing piously.

Once again, they began to pray.

Praying for redemption, praying for peace, praying for a happy life to return.

Some saw everything that had just happened as a test from the gods, and after going through the disaster, they were moved to tears. Some took it as the scene of the arrival of the day of revelation, and were praying crazily, wanting to prove their piety and go to the Heavenly Kingdom...

And some, however, seemed to have guessed something, their faces turning pale rapidly.

The moment they realized, they turned and ran wildly!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

At the highest point in the Heavenly City, the Pope lowered his eyes, looking down at the world below...

"This place has been stained by demons and has fallen into a land of heresy; there is no longer any need for redemption."

In his hand, the seal was slowly raised, and he stamped it coldly, finalizing the ultimate fate of all survivors.

Do not let the Holy God’s grace have any flaws, do not let the Holy God’s omnipotence be tarnished, and do not let heretics wear the priest’s robes and bring disaster to the order.

Clear out all witnesses, cut off all infiltration of heresy, and clear out all possible pollution!

"Therefore, issue the ultimate punishment!"

The mighty bell rang, the sacred hymn resounded through heaven and earth, and the projection of the Heavenly City became clearer.

Everything in the world became as dazzling as gold, brilliant and gorgeous.

"The Heavenly Kingdom, it must be the arrival of the Heavenly Kingdom!"

Amidst the prayers and ecstatic shouts of who knows how many believers, beams of sacred heavenly light shone down from the dome, covering the surroundings of the Cathedral of Sacrifice and all the believers!

Suddenly, everything was silent.

Only remnant bodies remained stiff on the spot, maintaining the posture of ecstasy or tears, as if turned into statues. The wind from afar blew, and they turned into sulfur and salt, dissipating without a trace.

And under the illumination of the light beams, the earth seemed to become translucent, revealing the infinite sea of fire hidden beneath the earth, and even souls screaming in despair, falling into the sea of fire.

From then on, cast into the abyss, burning forever!

Under the illumination of the holy light, the filthy world seemed to have returned to purity and beauty once again.

Amidst the sulfur and salt powder falling, the prayers of the past seemed to continue, falling into the dust and blood, echoing endlessly.

Amidst the ruins and wreckage, the broken corpse left by the Saint was bathed in the last light, but it had long since lost all sound.

Only the pitch-black Ether Eye sockets seemed to be looking toward the direction of the Heavenly City.

Amidst the sulfur and salt powder falling in a rustle, it seemed as if the prayers of the past were still continuing, falling into the dust and blood, echoing endlessly.

Within the ruins and debris, that shattered skeleton left behind by the Saint, bathed in the final light, had long since fallen silent.

Only the pitch-black Ether Eye sockets seemed to still be gazing toward the direction of the Heavenly City.