Chapter 320: Come Possess Me (4K First Chapter)

"Nie! Na! Sha!"

Herbert panicked.

In the middle of spirit possession, online waiting, very urgent.

Very urgent, truly urgent.

Urgent urgent urgent, I am the King of Urgency!

"You damn jester! Pay attention to me!"

"No, my dear ally! Family! Sweetie! Won't Sweetie do?"

Herbert circled in the sky, performing, while silently calling out with devout fervor in his heart.

"Sister! No, my good sister!"

It's time you possessed me.

Stop wasting words, come possess me now!

Quick! Come! (with a sob)

Possess! Me! (voice cracking)

After praying to the gods, mortals indeed received generous gifts, truly gaining unprecedented immense power.

Yet, as he transformed into an angel, Herbert soon discovered an embarrassing problem.

After integrating a vast amount of Lucifer's fallen angel feathers, he gained astonishing power beyond legend, successfully obtaining a one-time Epic Experience Card (temporary).

But there was an embarrassing issue... he didn't know how to use it.

Herbert now felt like a primitive child who had acquired a modern weapon, knowing it was an irreplaceable treasure, yet utterly clueless.

Unable to pass authentication, unable to unlock the safe, unable to pull the trigger—only capable of smashing opponents' skulls with brute force.

It felt like using a Gatling gun as a brick to bash someone's head.

Like a eunuch with desire but no ability, forced to watch his beautiful new bride flirt and preen, pants torn off in desperation, yet unable to do anything but splash her face with saliva.

Purely a waste of heaven's gifts.

Waste! Such a terrible waste!

But if it were only this, perhaps it could be accepted.

If one's hands were skilled enough, even such a situation might still yield a harmonious marital life.

Besides, who says a brick can't kill someone?

Everyone is flesh and blood—whose head or heart is any different?

No matter how high one's skill, one still fears the brick!

But the problem is... the enemy he faced now was no ordinary mortal.

It was a god.

No—it was a monster with terrifying combat skills!

Herbert hurled his holy spear with epic power—it moved so fast it became a streak of fire, striking directly at Niyu's face.

Logically, at such close range and such speed, Niyu had no time to react—he should have been skewered repeatedly like a hedgehog.

But in reality, the scene was entirely different.

The instant Herbert moved, his muscles twitched slightly, and Niyu had already reacted.

Its serpent tail whipped through the air, snapping the holy spear mid-flight, coiling around it, and even using its own momentum to hurl it back at even greater speed!

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The entire motion flowed like water, with not the slightest hesitation—every movement and stillness bordering on art.

Had Herbert not reacted in time and detonated the holy spear the moment it touched Niyu, denying any counterattack, the battlefield would have been utterly one-sided long ago.

Niyu could easily pin Herbert to the ground and grind him into dust.

Even as proud as Herbert, he had to admit the vast gap between them.

In terms of mastery over epic power and combat experience, Herbert was utterly inadequate.

There is an ancient question for mortals—what is a god?

An omnipotent creator? A heartless embodiment of rules? An unspeakable horror? A spiritual refuge?

In his past life, explanations abounded—hundreds of schools, countless opinions, each clinging to its own view.

But for the beings of this world, there was only one answer.

A god is a being with immense longevity, terrifying power, and thousands of years to freely hone their craft.

They dwell among the clouds, gazing down upon mortals.

Vast ages allow gods to polish their specialized skills to the peak of invincibility, reaching true legend status.

Some ancient gods with long lifespans even mastered multiple arts!

Among mortals, there were those who matched their skill—achieving legend status through decades, even mere years of practice.

But throughout history, such geniuses were far too rare.

Herbert was indeed a genius, with excellent talent in all areas—but even he had his limits.

He needed time to train and adapt; he could not instantly master god-level skills by simply opening and closing his eyes.

That wasn't enlightenment—that was just a cheat.

Herbert wished for a cheat—to rely on his sect's power to defeat his opponent.

But that "benevolent" god gave him only the stats, not the proficiency.

Now, the only thing Herbert could do was dart around like a nimble monkey, using his four wings' incredible speed, occasionally hurling holy spears like a living catapult.

Extremely humiliating, but the damage was negligible.

Herbert had successfully forced Niyu to engage him head-on, preventing the god from using other combat methods against him.

Of course, this wasn't entirely without effect; the Sinful Desire could not always evade blows, and its body would suffer heavy damage.

But its body's regenerative ability was simply astonishing—even when pierced by the Holy Spear, the wound would heal rapidly within a few breaths.

The charred, blackened skin burned by Holy Flame would crack apart during movement, revealing fresh, smooth new flesh beneath.

Herbert understood this could only delay things momentarily, not serve as a lasting solution.

And clearly, the most convenient option right now was to let Nie Nasha take over his body.

Yet what puzzled Herbert was that Nie Nasha seemed to have gone offline again.

【"…"】

No, it still remained eerily silent, watching him coldly from the side.

Playing the aloof expert by not speaking?

Are you really not afraid I'll report you to the High Pontiff?

Grumbling inwardly, the enraged Sinful Desire suddenly halted, ceasing its pursuit, and fixed its icy gaze upon the "angel" in the sky.

"I never expected you to be His follower—you've hidden it well!" Miss Xie Shen's voice dripped with deep displeasure.

After seeing the angelic avatar, the Sinful Desire had completely abandoned any hope of Herbert.

It was impossible now.

Herbert's current form, though differing slightly from the standard Sun War Angel, bore an unmistakable source of power.

The Sun.

This was the power of the Sun God!

He had misjudged Herbert, assuming him to be an unbeliever or a casual devotee—not a fervent follower of any other deity.

But he hadn't anticipated that Herbert was in fact a follower of Albertas, and a favored one, worthy enough for an angel to descend upon his body.

【Sun God · Albertas】

If Herbert's faith belonged to another deity, the Sinful Desire might have tried to seize him, secretly corrupting him.

The Sinful Desire wouldn't fear their retaliation—it would even relish corrupting the very power of their vengeance.

But if the opponent was the Sun God… better to give up.

As once the most powerful deity in the world, regarded as one pole of righteous force, His strength was unquestionable.

His power surpassed the imagination of most mortals.

For a time, without aid from any other deity, He alone could overwhelm all evil gods united.

Though that cruel, blazing sun had brought about its own downfall through repeated "falls," its strength was now greatly diminished, it remained among the most terrifying entities among the gods.

Even in its most "weak" state now, it still held divine domains—【Justice】 and 【Destruction】—each sufficient on its own to forge a powerful deity.

Indeed, as the supreme righteous deity, Albertas possessed the terrifying divine domain of 【Destruction】—a domain meant only for evil gods.

One wonders: in the end, will it be evil that He destroys—or something else?

Now that Herbert was a follower of the Sun God, the Sinful Desire's plans were utterly ruined.

It had taken such interest in Herbert, prompting Stila to offer such extravagant terms, precisely because it recognized his talent—the talent to become a "divine vessel."

In the Sinful Desire's eyes, Herbert was a superior vessel capable of sustaining a deity's prolonged descent.

Now, it was too late—Albertas had gotten there first.

It wasn't that it couldn't corrupt Herbert—it was simply pointless now.

If Herbert were successfully corrupted, he would vanish instantly.

The Sun God had always acted decisively in destroying corrupted followers, freeing them from suffering.

Whenever it could act, it never hesitated for a moment.

Divine Vessel?

Not even divine vessels—angels, lesser deities—they too were no exception!

Once corrupted, the process was always the same: purified on the spot by His Holy Solar Flame.

Upon realizing this, the Sinful Desire no longer concealed its attitude toward Herbert, fully revealing its original brutality.

It dropped all pretense.

It stared at Herbert and spoke slowly: "Foolish paladin, do you know what you're doing?"

"You can do nothing but anger me."

Swoosh—

The Sinful Desire's avatar raised its hand, seized the flying Holy Spear, and forcibly suppressed its explosion, slowly clenching it.

Pop.

The Holy Spear emitted a pathetic little sound, dissolving into black smoke within its palm.

After this brief battle, it had likely seen through Herbert's true strength.

He possessed dangerous power, but no experience wielding it.

Hah—utterly unworthy of fear!

"…" Herbert watched this scene, sighing inwardly, filled with deep regret.

Too bad—it had found him out.

"Mortal, do you know what consequences await for angering me?"

The Sinful Desire grinned wickedly at his solemn expression and declared loudly: "I originally intended only to take Svan—but now, I will kill everyone!"

It raised its hand, pointing at the hidden survivors around them, sneering: "You, her, them! Everyone here will die."

Those watching, who had still hoped Herbert might descend like a celestial savior to repel the demon god, couldn't help but feel their hearts leap.

Ssshh!

The angel was strong, but the demon god was clearly superior.

The survivors sank once more into despair.

And because of what had just happened, their once-high hopes shattered even harder, now teetering on the brink of collapse.

Naturally, some of them had begun to resent Herbert's "recklessness."

It's all his fault!

If he hadn't provoked Miss Xie Shen, we might still have had a chance to survive.

"Hahaha!"

Miss Xie Shen sensed the mortals' shifting emotions, drew a deep, delighted breath, and swallowed down this delicious feeling.

Ha!

This malice is truly intoxicating.

"And all of this is because of you! You provoked me, and thus sealed their tragic fates!"

She opened her arms, gazing at the angel floating midair with his long spear, trying to catch pain in his expression.

The hatred from those saved would hurt far more than hatred from strangers.

This pain of betrayal.

Saint Knight, do you feel it?

"You are not their savior!"

Miss Xie Shen laughed wildly, sneering at the mortals: "You are the true sinner! All of this is your fault! It's all your…"

Swoosh—

The Holy Spear shot forth, piercing through Miss Xie Shen's mouth and exploding inside it.

Bam!!!

Miss Xie Shen:!!?

"... Mortal!"

Enraged, Miss Xie Shen's jaw shattered, yet she regenerated her flesh while glaring at the audacious mortal.

"Have you finished your nonsense?"

Facing Miss Xie Shen's gaze, Herbert merely sneered.

"You jabbered on for so long—do you really think I'd suffer because of them? What are you thinking?"

He coldly regarded Miss Xie Shen and asked: "Who do you think I am? A naive child?"

"Save those childish lies for someone who believes them."

Highly persuasive words, combined with a mind-corrupting domain, could indeed trap most mortals, successfully corrupting them.

But Herbert didn't care at all.

Internal strife?

I'll stir your mother's head.

"I'm going to destroy you—what does that have to do with them?"

"Even if I were to save them, what does that have to do with them?"

The boy sneered at the frozen Miss Xie Shen: "Even if, hypothetically, they died because of this, it's not my fault—it's yours!"

"Aren't you the true source of it all?"

Trying to wash your hands clean like that?

Not so easy!

"... Heh, even if you realize it, so what?"

Miss Xie Shen snapped back, smiling bitterly: "But isn't it still true? They won't thank you—they'll only hate you, blame you for their ruin..."

Swoosh—

A whistling sound cut off Miss Xie Shen's words; without turning, she lashed out with her tail, shattering the flying rock.

Hm?

Why was this ambush so weak?

"Your Grace, the Angel!!"

Herbert raised an eyebrow, turning toward the voice.

Hm?

He turned his head and saw a frail woman, thin but tall-boned.

Herbert's gaze shifted and paused for an instant on the woman's chest.

It wasn't that his auto-lock-on was off—it was because of the silver necklace hanging from her chest.

Someone from the Mist Monastery?

"Cough! Cough!"

Quinna, slung on Teresa's back, struggled to lift her upper body and shouted: "Your Grace, please don't mind us! Do what you must! Cough..."

(End of Chapter)