Chapter 1954: The Final Persistence

He pointed his right hand into the void: "Blasphemer, you shall be imprisoned in eternal night and burned by raging fire."

With a 'whoosh', a patch of darkness descended from afar, imprisoning Chen Yu's figure within it.

Immediately following, a ball of fire suddenly flared up, and the raging flames instantly engulfed Chen Yu's figure.

Chen Yu closed his eyes, and when he opened them, a cold glint rose in his eyes.

Primordial Qi formed around him, then suddenly flared with brilliance, creating a protective barrier; although Ivan's fire was extremely intense, it could not cause him the slightest harm.

"Is this all you've got?" Chen Yu said with a smile: "I don't think this should be your ultimate move."

"As an emperor among Popes, your power should be far more than this; even if your True Lord has fallen into slumber, it still cannot hinder the growth of your power."

"Young man, being humble is also a good thing." Ivan looked at Chen Yu with approval: "You are quite good; a fleeting victory has not made you arrogant, so next, you should be careful."

After Ivan finished saying these words, his expression suddenly became serious.

His tone changed: "Everything in the world is governed by the True Lord; those who threaten the majesty of the True Lord shall be destroyed."

His voice also began to become incomparably grand, and immediately after, several phantom images of angels appeared; these phantoms held various weapons and attacked Chen Yu.

Chen Yu gave a light shout and struggled slightly, and the flames that had almost drowned him suddenly vanished without a trace.

He raised his head, a cold glint bursting from his eyes, and grabbed into the void with his right hand, taking hold of Lichen.

With a clear whistle, his figure flickered, and the Lichen in his hand immediately conjured a streak of white light; then, this white light crisscrossed and suddenly transformed into countless streaks of Sword Qi, heading toward the angels filling the sky.

Bang... A phantom of an angel was struck by the sword in Chen Yu's hand.

That phantom flickered lightly and then suddenly shattered; Chen Yu held Lichen and began a slaughter mode.

Accompanied by a ringing sound, the angel phantoms in mid-air were all dealt with by him, turning into brilliance that filled the sky and scattered into the dark night sky.

Retracting his right hand, Lichen disappeared from Chen Yu's hand, and he smiled slightly: "The combat power of these angels should be very strong, but unfortunately, they are all fake, merely borrowing one ten-thousandth of the power of their true bodies."

"Although very powerful, to me, they are vulnerable."

"You really are a formidable character." Old Ivan looked at the angel phantoms disappearing in mid-air, nodding in praise incessantly.

He muttered: "It is truly hard to imagine that such power actually comes from a person's own self, and this kind of power is cultivated through your practice."

"There are still many things you cannot imagine." Chen Yu smiled slightly: "This is also not your ultimate move; next, I suggest you bring out some real skills, because you won't last much longer."

Indeed, the reason the Pope's energy and spirit had changed was not because his physical condition had improved, but because he had used Holy Power to significantly boost his strength.

Moreover, before the Holy Power dissipated, his body could maintain an excellent state.

"Very well, you really are an interesting young man." Old Ivan nodded slightly: "It seems that if I don't use some real strength today, I will very likely be left behind."

"Yes, give it your all, otherwise you won't be able to get past me." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"My almighty True Lord, please listen to my call." Old Ivan slowly closed his eyes, stretched his hands forward, and silently recited an incantation.

"You have already abandoned your Lord, and now you still want him to listen to your call? Don't you think this is quite ironic?" Chen Yu glanced at him and said.

"I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you; please, you must help me once."

Old Ivan's eyes slowly opened, and at the same time he opened his eyes, a Scepter appeared in his hand.

"Is this the Holy Staff?" Chen Yu looked at the scepter and muttered.

His purpose for coming here this time was this scepter, but Ivan would not take the initiative to use it, because this was his ultimate weapon.

And now, the scepter had appeared in his hand, which meant that Ivan had noticed that Chen Yu was an extremely difficult opponent.

"This is the Holy Staff; this is the supreme power bestowed upon me by the True Lord." Old Ivan stroked the scepter in his hand and muttered: "You... should be careful."

"Mm, I will be careful, don't worry." Chen Yu nodded slowly, staring at Old Ivan with a complex expression; it was a pity, he was about to lose his most beloved Holy Staff.

"The Lord said, let there be light." Old Ivan raised his hand, and the Holy Staff suddenly emitted boundless radiance; he continued: "And so, the world possessed light."

"The Lord created mankind, yet mankind repaid him with betrayal; those who ignore the majesty of the Lord shall be imprisoned." Old Ivan opened his eyes abruptly, and the Holy Staff in his hand pointed at Chen Yu.

And at the moment the Holy Staff in his hand pointed at Chen Yu, Chen Yu grabbed with his right hand, and Lichen had already burst forth with a zhang of Sword Light.

A biting sword momentum formed in this instant, and at the same time, the Sword Light of Lichen in his hand grew increasingly intense.

"How can the light of a firefly compete with the radiance of the galaxy?" Ivan shouted in a deep voice: "You should go to Hell."

"The one who should go to Hell is you." A dark glint flashed in Chen Yu's eyes: "Sword Spirit..."

With a 'shoo', Lichen split into several sword shadows; after Moli became the Sword Spirit within the sword, she had been cultivating Spiritual Energy inside it.

Two streaks of brilliance converged together, attacking each other, and then shot into the sky.

With a 'boom', a sword momentum of immense power surged within the vast church, and this sword momentum pierced through the sky.

Rapid bell tolls rang out within the church; these bells represented a retreat.

Countless Bishops and missionaries dressed in black rushed out of the church and fled to a safe zone.

Just as they looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what had happened, with a 'hum', the roof of the church was blown away by the two streaks of brilliance, and the entire mountain peak also emitted a tremendous sound.

Everyone was extremely stunned; the Pope, this place that had been passed down for hundreds of years, this place that was the most sacred in the Western World and represented supreme Theocracy, was just like that... suddenly blown away?

However, it was not just that the two streaks of white light blew away the church roof; the white light and blue light intersected, fluctuating in all directions like lightning.

"Retreat, retreat immediately." An Archbishop roared, and a group of people ran away in a panic.

Boom, boom... Countless buildings were blown away, and everyone fled in panic in all directions.

When everything returned to silence, the scene had almost turned into a ruin.

Chen Yu landed slowly on the ground; the Lichen in his hand had disappeared, and he looked at the ruins in front of him, revealing a hint of regret.