Chapter 475: The Words That Undermine Unity Must Not Be Spoken

The Demon Dragon Temple was a chaotic mess from the platform to the long steps, dazzling magic and dragon breath flew everywhere, bustling as if a celebration had been held.

Outside the crowd, the Sea Captain rode a Pegasus anxiously looking this way, turned and landed, and said hurriedly.

"Principal Tiliya, just as you predicted, it really erupted over there!"

But Tiliya's face showed no delight at having anticipated the enemy; she merely turned her head and shook it repeatedly.

"Sigh, a place so close to the Royal Capital can cause such a huge uproar, and now it's already a tumultuous season as if a mountain storm is about to break…"

"The king might… might act before I'm ready… Ah, if Divine Might truly strikes down, what shall we do!"

While he worries about the peace of the Royal Capital's waters and his own career, the Sea Captain worries about the incident itself.

"Principal, if this continues, I'm afraid something truly terrifying might be born; we must hurry to stop them."

And with words came action; as soon as the words fell, they began moving.

"Hold on!"

But before he could pull the reins, Tiliya seized his sleeve, speaking urgently.

"Captain, why are you going over there now? Isn't this courting death!"

Sea Captain (confused): "Huh?"

Tiliya let out another helpless sigh and had to break down the current situation for this foolish, pointy‑eared one.

The reasoning is simple: since both Falling Divine Peak and Falling Divine Mountains belong to the royal hunting grounds, this is Hui Guang people's territory.

According to Yangyue World's customs and Hui Guang Kingdom's laws, ownership and disposal rights of everything there, including minerals, belong to the Hui Guang royal family, and every Hui Guang citizen has a duty to protect it.

Therefore, on the temple, any being other than the Divine Chosen—whether human, ghost, evil, or good—is an utterly shameless thief.

And regardless of why the two of them came, they are the rightful masters occupying the moral high ground, at least they are indispensable hired guards.

So, when a thief enters a house and the master comes to catch the thief, that is, of course, a natural and unquestionable matter.

But if this "master" is merely a frail youth, and the "thieves" are several bandits brandishing sharp weapons?

Sorry, no matter how righteously you speak, it won't help, because righteous qi is not righteous breath; it can't block swords for you.

On the contrary, your appearance will cause the robbers, already inflamed by unequal loot and old grudges, to turn their guns toward each other in your living room.

Relying on the temporarily restored, passable cohesion, the bullet chambers; first, kill you, the public enemy who ruined everyone's good intentions, and then finish him!

Although Haike Mediya is an honest man with a reputation, Principal Tiliya is about to crush the food into mush as if feeding a child, spoon‑feeding it down; if he still fails to understand the situation, it would truly be impolite.

As one of the leaders of the Church's violent arm, scouting divine aura is merely his side quest; the main mission is to extract the Divine Chosen drawn into the vortex.

So he frowned and weakly replied.

"But we can't just, for that reason, leave the Divine Chosen in such a dangerous place unchecked…"

Principal Tiliya: Really? Is it really possible? Such a good thing? Oh awesome, I'll go home and immediately hang lanterns and pop champagne.

Alright, such divisive words must not be spoken, so he changed to a more emotionally intelligent phrasing.

"Ji Ming, the Divine Chosen, is a rare good person; a virtuous man has heavenly favor, and the Divine Lord will surely protect him."

Seeing the Sea Captain still looking skeptical, Tiliya was about to continue coaxing the fool when she suddenly felt her heart thump sharply.

Before she could utter the word "careful," she saw the elf holy knight beside her dash ahead of the crowd, raising the lance in hand, as if sweeping in a single stroke toward the direction of Falling Divine Peak.

In an instant, the hymn rang, and a magnificent wall of golden holy light crashed down, shielding every Pegasus Knight, including Principal Tiliya, behind it!

It seemed a bit overblown; the people on the mountain were busy hurting each other, who has the leisure and skill to come and snatch the lives of two untouched level‑70 masters?

Yet the very next second after the holy light barrier fell, all the plants before them withered rapidly, and the animals that were hopping moments ago shrank into desiccated corpses on the spot.

Even the sky rained down a hailstorm, but the falling pieces weren't goose‑egg‑sized ice blocks, but the birds that had been awakened by the divine mountain battle, which were still circling fearfully in the air until just now.

"…?"

After this terrifying aura came silently and left silently, the crowd looked around; the vast forest now only left the area behind them, protected by the holy light shield and unharmed, while the rest had turned into a dead ghost forest.

Tiliya's terror on her face couldn't be stopped, and the theology‑confused brain crash turned her into the earlier Sea Captain, and she asked blankly.

"What happened?"

Haike Mediya's complexion was also poor, his pallid oval face and slightly reddened eyes even showing a hint of tearful grievance.

"The ferocious deity has emerged, and it directly stripped the entire life of Falling Divine Peak clean!"

As a church rich in martial virtue, someone like Haike Mediya, of pure background, capable, and fully loyal, has the nickname "Little Divine Chosen."

Because they can earn chances to receive aid from the Divine through missions, in a sense, their favor may surpass that of some archbishops.

The earlier light wall was obtained only after the Sea Captain used three "chances" in quick succession; had he not made the split‑second decision, whether they would have died is unknown, but at least the Pegasus Knight Order would have been annihilated.

But since even the holy knights below the mountain were nearly drained of life by this venomous Divine Might, the temple's factions scrambling for profit couldn't end well.

And besides high‑level clergy such as Ji Ming Ba Li Xiang Mo Xing Lan, or spell‑casting geniuses like Prince Consort Recluse Guest Principal Tiliya, ordinary people lacking both sufficient strength and corresponding ability could not even sense the terrifying plundering wave, let alone its momentum.

For ordinary people lacking both sufficient strength and corresponding ability, this terrifying plundering wave, let alone its momentum, is completely undetectable.

They knew nothing, hadn't reacted, and were forcibly stripped of all vitality, their souls extinguished, their bodies becoming dry mummy‑like remains, which fell to the ground and cracked into a scattering of fragments.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible sieve swept over the summit of Falling Divine Peak, and as it wobblingly passed, only higher‑level professionals remained able to breathe.

The "life force" from all directions coalesced into green threads, as if a spiderweb had spontaneously formed, and was drawn, linking to the purple stone wall at the summit.

Clearly, everyone was being toyed with by the Demon Lord, whose final move wasn't some grand two‑president six‑dragon god‑slaying formation, but the absolute prerogative of Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen.

Not only could it eliminate most enemies in one strike, but also use the many strong ones drawn up the mountain as the first blood feast of the new life; such a deed is undeniably insidious!

Thus, faced with such heavy losses and the terrifying situation, the overwhelming majority of survivors were terrified, continuously screaming.

"Terrifying, is this truly the power of Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen!"

"I really… stupid, really, how could I have thought I could meddle with such things?"

"Sigh, we should leave quickly; moving slowly might cause us to lose out…"

Fearing they might also fall here, they squealed and fled the summit, decisively, without looking back.

As a result, only the four factions of people and horses remained on the temple.

The first faction, naturally the numerous Deep Forest folk, who have two level‑70 and one level‑60 members, had earlier in the divine storm intervened in time.

Not only was he unharmed, he also kept most of his subordinates safe; his troops are now strong and vigorous, so there's no need to flee.

The second side consists of magic dragons that have no life force left to plunder, but the original eight dragons have dwindled to four, all severely wounded, now awaiting His Majesty's exit with their broken bodies.

The third side is the hermit, who came alone, so there was no one to protect; she relied on her own strength to safely weather this calamity.

Although he wouldn't dare stand in the light and show off as before, Ji Ming knew that the one hidden in the darkness had not chosen to leave.

The final side is Ji Ming himself, who, having finished one act and about to start the next, has resumed his true form and remains seated there, idling.

Oh, if one must speak, the Machinery Moon hanging in the sky could also be counted, though as the Yang Moon's aloof rival, it merely watches without speaking.

Ji Ming couldn't help but feel moved, reflecting that his original plan had been to set the factions against each other, letting them kill one another with his blade, the more deaths the better, to rid players of the future threats these would become.

He hadn't expected that, after finally stirring everyone into an uproar, before he could even sit down to enjoy this splendid melee, Old Six hiding in the stone wall plucked a peach—though the outcome was the same, he still felt resentful.

Just…

This divine might is surely too weak—if a level‑fifty‑plus opponent doesn't die, that's one thing, but with enough blood‑qi stacking, even a level‑forty can escape this calamity.

Now that all those scoundrels have slipped away in a chaotic rush, it'll be hard to round up these old pests next time.

Forget it—let the players sort it out themselves; just consider it training.

Ji Ming was slowly mulling over future plans when he suddenly sensed an unsettling fluctuation in divine power.

Looking up, he saw that at some point, strange heavy dark clouds had covered the sky above Fallen God Peak, like a canopy eclipsing the moon, just as the original Sunlight City had been.

"Could it be…"

In the next moment, muffled thunder rolled from the clouds; several bolts of purple lightning struck like arrows and spears into the surrounding hills, each scream turning into a thicker green thread than before, which sank into the rock face.

Indeed, after realizing the area‑wide blast couldn't kill them, the Demon Lord used a targeted burst‑hair skill to reap a second wave, boiling those who had ultimately been a step behind.

Had it not been for the quick‑thinking Sea Regiment Commander and Vice Principal at the mountain's base, who, after surviving the first wave of divine might, hastily led the knights back several miles, they might have ended up in a pure white void.

All of this undoubtedly placed another heavy hammer on everyone's hearts; anyone who dared stay put without flinching must be at least a bit of a gambling lunatic.

Besides Ji Ming, the one most versed in the divine among the crowd was likely the veteran Flower‑rank Envoy, Mo Xing Lan, who stood with hands behind his back, gazing at the sky as if trying to discern some clue.

The muffled thunder in the clouds continued unabated, its low, intermittent murmurs reminding Ji Ming of the warm‑up of a Gatling gun.

Wait a moment!

"Withdraw!"

The Demon Old Man's expression suddenly shifted; he let out a low roar and charged down the mountain.

"Huh?"

This brat went from our side's big boss to the escape vanguard in an instant—so swift that even Baili Xiang and the Prince Consort didn't have time to react.

But in life, heeding advice is great wisdom, especially when an insider urges withdrawal; thus they had no hesitation and immediately followed.

"Everyone, don't just stand there—run!"

The Prince Consort, kind‑hearted, would greet others to run together while he fled, and Baili Xiang hurriedly called the leader.

【Hurry up, Upper God—even Mo Xing Lan has fled; whatever's in the stone wall can't withstand even level eighty, you'd need level ninety!】

But Ji Ming, who knew the score, merely shook his head, watching the hermit slip away with them as he replied.

【Don't worry—you definitely need to run, but for me the moment to strike is fast approaching】

【Go on, protect yourselves—I won't forget your efforts】

And as the hounds raised by the Forest God, the fate of these envoys—whether they rise or fall, live or die—has always been judged not by ability but by loyalty.

Thus the envoys never question the reason; they simply do as the leader says, joining the fleeing ranks at once.

In the time it took to speak, they had already reached the mountainside, and still feeling too slow, they began a rapid descent, scrambling down the slope.

But the forces within the clouds had finished charging; a burst of purple light erupted, followed by several bolts of lightning so powerful they seemed to heaven and earth.

Moreover, those lightning pillars were vicious— they did not spare the Demon Old Man who had already reached the mountain's base, striking him three times in succession, clearly aimed at taking lives.

"Impudent!"

Although the Demon Old Man shattered the lightning pillars with just a few punches and kicks relying on brute strength, his subordinates weren't so lucky.

Thunder roared like rain, all beings equal.

At this point, whether one ran fast or slow made no difference; even Baili Xiang survived only because the Prince Consort pulled him back, while the other envoys faced the lightning pillars with no chance to resist.

Unable to flee or withstand it, they could only perish utterly, their essences merging into a single offering—the third blood‑food sacrifice to the Demon Lord.