Chapter 454: Kingdom of Heaven 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, has six wings, and four heads, would always avoid its sharp edge, maneuver and stall, and seek a weak point and a good opportunity to kill the enemy with one blow.

Alas, there are always exceptions.

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

Just like Wen Wen... her whole body was just numbers!

Whatever you say.

Eat my punch first!

It was like a person who didn't know their own strength swinging a fist at an oncoming truck. In the collision with the Saint's power, Idra felt as if he were a fully loaded truck, rumbling forward, and then crashing head-on into a mountain!

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

Depression.

Unbelievable.

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

How could such a bizarre thing happen!

Where did this terrifying power come from?

Even having heard many tragic stories of angels failing before this heretic, it was still unbelievable: was there really something in this world that could contend with divine grace?

No, not contend...

—It is, 【Negation】!

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

Divine grace, protection, holy power... call it whatever you want, the moment it touched the other party, it was like a fortress piled up with sand, all crushed and defeated!

Beaten back to its original form.

Bao Dacai 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 saying she was a member of the dream, it was better to say she was an alien shoved into this illusory dream.

Perhaps this could also be considered a kind of awakening—if Ji Jue was eroding Huangliang with his own consciousness, then she was rejecting Huangliang with her own consciousness.

Isolating the illusory dream with her own dream!

If this piece of illusory dream was the ocean, then she was a meteorite falling into the sea. No matter how surging the undercurrents were, no matter how surging the tides were, 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 persistence that would not weaken or shake in the slightest no matter how the phenomena changed, was perhaps the manifestation of the essence of the Wasteland.

And the effect shown on the outside was near-unbelievable magic immunity.

All buffs were difficult to take effect on her, and all mechanics were useless in front of her.

Simply and crudely pulling all opponents to the same blank state as herself, and then crushing them directly with values that were exaggerated to the point of explosion!

Precisely because she refused the infiltration of the dream, she didn't fear any opponent. At the same time, precisely because she refused to interact and communicate with the illusory dream, she couldn't influence this world.

Although she could weaken her opponents without limit, she had no way to land an effective kill.

Even if she completely smashed the enemy and ground them into slag, they would revive in the Heavenly City with a blink of an eye, at most consuming a little spiritual quality.

If she had Ji Jue's means of directly dissolving the opponent's consciousness and soul, she might have killed through this absurd dream of the gods all by herself!

But it wasn't too late now.

"I guess that guy Ji Jue still needs some time, I'll play with you for a while first."

Wen Wen rubbed her wrists, ignoring the wounds blooming on the back of her hands, and suddenly laughed heartily: "A dignified Saint, surely you won't be easily smashed like that bunch of scraps outside, right?"

Boom!

Amidst the sudden storm, Wen Wen charged, broke through the smoke, and was close at hand again. Then, she swung her fist again, smashing it onto the wing Idra had hurriedly raised. In an instant, the wing fell apart.

In this short moment, the giant tail like a snake swept across, collided with Wen Wen, and finally repelled the opponent. But amidst the earth-shaking roar, its tail also had white bones exposed, 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, that figure that had flown backward had already pounced on him again!

Fast, too fast!

In the haste, the gap in the broken wing suddenly entangled with flesh and bone, turning into a bizarre arm, colliding head-on, and breaking again amidst the roar.

Barely surviving a move, the broken arm stabbed back into his own throat.

Dazzling fierce light gestated in the darkness, pulled out inch by inch, condensing into substantial crimson thunder, layer upon layer, forming a bizarre giant sword.

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

The thunder giant sword slashed down!

This time, facing Idra's all-out blow, Wen Wen finally made a dodging move. Wherever the blade passed, everything instantly burned into ash, the earth cracked, and flames gushed out.

The magnificent and solemn Sacrifice Cathedral 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, the things you erased at the same time ultimately have their limits!"

As long as the quantity was sufficient, it would ultimately be possible to override this erasure and severely injure the evil!

"Tsk!"

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 guardian angels who were not afraid of death, Ji Jue's voice came from afar, intermittent: "Wait a moment, I've already left the house, cough cough, I've already started, it'll be ready soon, Sister Wen, hold on a bit longer!"

"You'd better be!"

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

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

Facing the Saint who was occupying the firmament and going all out, Wen Wen could only dodge wretchedly, constantly urging him.

"Aren't you done yet?!"

"Almost, almost!"

"Didn't you just say almost!"

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

"Ji Jue, you'd 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'll be ready soon, soon, you wait a bit 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.

She finally understood what it meant to say that an artisan is reliable, and pigs can climb trees!

Wait, don't tell me this dog thing is still collecting data? Now? Selling out his teammates?! Where did all those good reviews come from?

Forget it—

Wen Wen clenched her fists.

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

Boom!!!

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

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

But—

The sword blade stopped abruptly!

Right in front of that raised palm.

—Blocked?!

Idra's eyes widened, feeling his vision go black, feeling a chill run through his body. His all-out blow, which should have instantly evaporated the entire heretic and burned them to ash, the sword of divine punishment, 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 sword blade tightly.

At most, it was just a cut, that was all.

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

Boom!

The moment her five fingers contracted, cracks that spread and expanded rapidly appeared on the void thunder sword!

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

The younger her was really afraid of pain!

No, it wasn't 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 voice so gentle it was nauseating advised in her ear, full of expectation: "Be a good girl, okay?"

"Okay!"

At that time, the little girl nodded with laughter, without thinking, and kept it in mind.

Screw your mother's stinking dog shit Wen Zheng!

Wen Wen gritted her teeth.

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

"—Die for me!"

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, it smashed the arm of this dog thing, soared into the sky again, and knocked him into the ruins.

Then, like a meteorite, she fell.

Trample!

"You were very smug just now, right?"

That blood-stained face looked down expressionlessly, her bleeding fist clenched, and she gestured toward 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 gushed out again.

But this time, it was strangled in the cradle.

A momentary trample stepped on the giant snake's neck. The huge power almost instantly broke its body, and then, mercilessly, one punch!

Then, another punch! And another!

Wantonly venting the anger in her heart, mercilessly inflicting ravages.

The earth-shaking roar sounded continuously. The once solemn and dignified Saint instantly fell into a remnant like a broken bag. No matter how quickly he regenerated, he couldn't recover, instead causing the pain to extend endlessly.

Amidst the earth-shaking and loud noises, blood sprayed and bones flew.

The shattered Saint laughed instead, hoarsely 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!"

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

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

"It's just discarded waste, it doesn't matter if you leave it alone, futile struggle, irrelevant to the big picture, heh, hahahaha, hahahahaha—"

Boom!!!

The broken 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—

Right 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 splendor, infinite crimson gathered and overlapped, and in the end, it turned into the purest pitch black.

"Mission accomplished."

Ji Jue flicked the blade and threw it out.

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

The darkness like copper rust peeled off rapidly. From beneath the blood color emerged a brilliant crystal phantom light, as if carved from crystal. The spear tip, which looked fragile and as if it would shatter at a touch, actually, just by waving it, cut through the dream,

leaving behind cracks and scars in mid-air that couldn't recover for a long time.

As long as it was held in her hand, she could understand that it was indeed an excellent work that didn't let down any bit of the wait!

"Just right, Ji Jue."

She sighed and gripped it tightly.

And when the spear tip was aimed at the Saint's face, at that moment, Idra's distorted expression finally stiffened, twitching and convulsing involuntarily. It seemed he felt the impending destruction close at hand.

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

As if, she smiled.

"Perhaps it is a futile struggle, and it doesn't matter if you call me waste, but none of that 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 these pieces of 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 stabbed down, Idra's massive body suddenly stiffened, and then, like a balloon, rapidly expanded and exploded!

Foul-smelling blood sprayed 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, staring blankly at the ruins of the Sacrifice Cathedral.

Then, they saw...

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

And even... the death of a Saint!

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

Even the entire 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, feeling enlightened in his heart: "Seven Saints, one-seventh?"

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

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

No, the dream was originally born from the remains of Huangliang, 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 piece of illusory dream!

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

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

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

After experiencing so many shocks, the believers who had been ravaged witnessed the scene of the Heavenly City and couldn't help but weep.

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

Starting to pray once again.

Praying for salvation, praying for peace, praying for a happy life to return once again.

Some saw everything that had just happened as a test from the gods, and now, after going through all the tribulations, they were moved to tears. Some took it as the scene of the arrival of the day of revelation, and now they 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 reacted, 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 mortal world beneath his feet...

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

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

Do not allow the Holy God's grace to have any flaws, do not allow the Holy God's omnipotence to be tarnished, and do not allow heretics to wear the robes of priests and bring chaos to the sect.

Clean up all witnesses, cut off all infiltration by heretics, and clean up 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 brilliant like gold, dazzling and splendid.

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

Amidst the prayers and fanatical shouts of who knows how many believers, rays of holy light shone down from the dome, covering the surroundings of the Sacrifice Cathedral and all the believers!

Suddenly, everything was silent.

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

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

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

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

Amidst the sulfur and salt powder falling down, it seemed that the prayers of the past were still continuing, falling into the dust and blood, echoing incessantly.

Amidst the ruins and wreckage, that shattered corpse left by the Saint, bathed in the final light, had long since lost all sound.

Only the pitch-black eye sockets seemed to still be looking toward the direction of the Heavenly City. ===== CHAPTER 455 =====

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

Amidst the ruins and wreckage, that shattered corpse left behind by the Saint, bathed in the final rays of light, had long since fallen silent.

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