Chapter 795: Trace of the Holy Tree

Xia De felt the power of the Red Butterfly, while the weak young ladies in the ice coffin opened their eyes and looked at their bodies that had regained temperature with joy. Xia De picked them up, and Sister Daifulin also walked over at this moment:

"So, what should we do now?"

The nun asked softly. Xia De ignored the cat that was making dissatisfied sounds and looked at the side wall of the palace hall.

The wall with tapestries seemed to melt and disappear, revealing the people fighting under the moon at the foot of Mount Xikar outside the Phantasmagoria.

The church completely occupied the upper hand. The undead giant beast born from the cocoon, with a giant human head as the core and countless limbs growing on the outside, was still putting up a desperate struggle.

Dots of spiritual light dotted the starry sky of the night. At this moment, thousands of souls were still running on the path of shattered light at the mountaintop, but the path and the water area in the starry sky had become blurred. The Underworld Moon was about to disappear again, and the star whales would also end their short trip to the material world and return to the outer space of the starry realm:

"This night is really long."

Xia De sighed, then looked at the dragon head part of the undead aggregate:

"It's time to end it."

"Yes, but I must remind you that although the giant undead fears the power from the mountaintop, even in your current Phantasmagoria state, you cannot defeat it."

The nun said. Xia De naturally knew this:

"Defeating it is the business of the church and you. I just want to accelerate this process. It is very afraid of the power here? I will attract its attention. Nun, can you return your true body to the battlefield and find an opportunity to finish it off?"

"No problem."

Saying this, the nun took a small step back. She was clearly still standing in place, but Xia De felt inexplicably that she had left:

"Is the one here a clone? Well..."

Then he asked the two young ladies beside him softly:

"Borrow your power."

The weak young ladies nodded. Following the red butterflies flying out of the ice coffin, they also scattered into butterfly swarms and flew toward Xia De. Another ice coffin fell from the sky and smashed down. Xia De held Fiona Dragos's hand, and she also turned into a phantom and merged into Xia De's body.

The power of the "Princesses" was Xia De's power. He could not only call them in the Phantasmagoria but also borrow their power:

"It's time to end it."

Xia De handed the reluctant cat to the nun's clone temporarily, then walked toward the completely melted wall gap, until he reached the edge, and then looked up at the brilliant starry sky above his head:

"Actually, I have wanted to do this for a long time."

Standing in the Phantasmagoria, feeling the full power of the Red Butterfly, his right hand pinched the 【Higgs Dragon Head Stone】.

"We are now inside the Phantasmagoria, and even if we can see the reality outside, we cannot touch them."

Sister Daifulin's clone reminded him softly again. This clone ability did not come from the power of the Chosen One, but from the miracle of an eleventh-tier sorcerer.

"I understand. No matter what happens in a while, please..."

"You are in the city right now."

The path of shattered light turned into true shattered light and disappeared under the starry sky. But the silver moon did not disappear, but gradually moved to a higher place in the starry sky.

It snowed, and snowflakes fell from the sky, which surprised Yin Yi Yi Lu Na, who had just thrown a 【Sunlight Spear】 above the city.

She looked up at the starry sky, not understanding why it would snow on a late autumn night.

"Look below!"

A voice reminded. Looking down, it was no longer Mibao City, but an ancient small town in the old era. Yin Yi Yi Lu Na could even clearly see the street under the moonlight, the shop windows by the street, the black iron street lamps...

"This is Xia De's..."

The two Phantasmagorias of 【The Little Match Girl】 and 【Sleeping Princess】 overlapped, even pulling the monster born from the Ringed Shushi, as well as three thirteenth-tier sorcerers and countless high-tier sorcerers, into the Phantasmagoria. If it weren't for the gifts of those souls, Xia De couldn't have done this even if he became a high-tier himself.

He was standing on the edge of the castle at this moment, the match girl with a small basket standing beside him, looking at the snow-covered city below with him. Xia De's closed mouth inhaled deeply inward.

He puffed out his chest and looked up slightly. Under the starry sky with falling snow, silver moonlight, brilliant moonlight, shot out uncontrollably from Xia De's mouth, eyes, nasal cavity, ears, and even every fine pore on his face. His chest made a terrifying sound. With the enhancement of the Red Dragon Witch's power, the silver light shot out merged with the Red Butterfly light around his body. Even before he opened his mouth, the undead aggregate that was abruptly pulled into the Phantasmagoria sensed the danger that was about to come.

It was already instinctively terrified because God had appeared on the mountaintop. At this moment, even knowing that the blow could not cause a decisive injury, the giant face that grew countless limbs turned toward Mount Xikar, turned toward the huge castle that appeared on the mountaintop at some unknown time.

The terrifying giant face opened its mouth, and the final power of the Ringed Shushi gathered in its mouth as black light.

"Roar!"

Xia De and that giant face issued a sound that could resound through the entire Rommel mountain range if it were in the real world, almost at the same time.

The black light beam and the holy silver light beam entangled with red butterflies collided head-on under the moonlit night.

The black light and the silver light made the starry sky look dim. If the terrifying energy impact hadn't happened in the Phantasmagoria, Mibao City would probably have become history.

Xia De was retreating steadily, and the scenery in the Phantasmagoria was fading rapidly. Cracks appeared on the castle walls clearly. Even if he unfolded the Phantasmagoria, he was completely no match for this monster.

"Good opportunity!"

The thirteenth-tier sorcerer of the Nature Church, the middle-aged man with green hair, shouted loudly:

"Don't hold back, this is the final attack!"

The three thirteenth-tier sorcerers of the Orthodox Church and the principal of Saint Byron shouted the words of sublimation at the same time:

【Mechanical Phantasmagoria City, Create Life!】

【Calm Lake, Echo the Secrets Under the Moon!】

【Hero of Trickery and Murder, Swing the Sword to Slay Demons!】

【The Silver Age is gone, I am willing to be the final gatekeeper!】

Four streams of spiritual light illuminated the sky. At the same time, the sorcerers who could still attack around, whether they were church sorcerers, witches, or sorcerers from all over the Old Continent, also used their strongest attacks.

The scenery of the Phantasmagoria peeled off in large swaths, but correspondingly, the undead aggregate containing terrifying whisper elements lost nearly one-third of its body in an instant under the heavy blow of the church. "Trace of the Holy Tree" was suppressing the undead's power as much as possible. After losing the large number of dead spirits in the Ringed Shushi, the outcome of this battle had long since had no suspense.

High-tier sorcerers suppressed the undead giant beast, and the sorcerers in the city and the mountains let the ritual base of "Trace of the Holy Tree" appear in the air bit by bit. At this moment, regardless of which organization they belonged to, all the living used their greatest strength to complete the final act of this battle.

The brilliant colors in the sky illuminated the night sky completely. Yin Yi Yi Lu Na also knew that this was the final moment. She rode the spirit horse and flew toward the high sky, and the dark golden scales behind her rose into the sky.

Changing the 【Night Watcher】 in her left hand to her right hand, she grabbed the sword body with her right palm. Even though her palm was cut and the blood soaked the rune 【My Heart is Clear, Sword Slay Demons】, she didn't notice it at all:

"Balance!"

Dark golden light spread, and the heavily injured giant undead was further suppressed.

"Sunlight! Bestow upon me!"

Her right hand held high the 【Night Watcher】 dripping with her own blood, her left hand held the reins, and the spirit horse launched the final charge toward the front. Yin Yi Yi Lu Na jumped suddenly, left the horse's back, and came under the night sky.

At this moment, Xia De's voice rang in her ears:

"The first wish, the second wish, the third wish, the fourth wish, the Chosen One defeats the enemy from the Ringed Shushi."

The phantom of the match flashed in Yin Yi Yi Lu Na's eyes one by one. The surging sense of power made the scales symbolizing the ancient gods behind her bloom with stronger light.

With her long hair swinging in the air, the seventeen-year-old girl grabbed the sword body of 【Night Watcher】 with both hands, and golden thunder spread from her fingertips to the silver sword. Golden thunder extended toward both ends of the sword until it broke through the shackles of the sword.

At the same time, Sister Daifulin, wearing a black-gray nun's robe, also came to a higher place facing the moonlight. The huge black-robed figure behind her slowly appeared under the moonlit night. The pitch-black giant scythe, with the embers of flames shaking in the cracks on its surface, swept across the surface of the undead aggregate born from the Ringed Shushi.

The power of death and the end penetrated the terrifying undead. Because it was distracted by Xia De, it didn't even have time to resist.

The scythe swept across, and cracks appeared in space. Amidst the roar of the undead giant beast, light like the sun shone above everyone's heads. Looking up, Yin Yi Yi Lu Na held a golden thunder spear that seemed taller than Mount Xikar, and under the deep starry sky, shouted her strongest inner wish:

"Sunlight Spear!"

Thunder exploded, and the Sunlight Spear penetrated the giant undead that was penetrated by the death scythe but was still deadlocked with Xia De.

The Phantasmagoria's range shrank suddenly, pushing everyone back into the night sky of the real world. The undead penetrated by the Sunlight Spear was "nailed" to the night sky, and the spear flashing with golden light illuminated the entire starry sea. 【

The nun's eleven-ring destiny ring appeared behind her. After becoming a Chosen One, the "Death" spirit rune became her brand-new core spirit rune. The rune shimmered with light, and the nun brandished the black scythe formed by her destiny ring, slicing lightly through the air. A black crack appeared beneath the undead behemoth; it was about to be beaten back into the Narrowed Space.

"Beiyasi, seal it!"

Mr. Lakon Matisse of the Sun Church shouted, throwing the Sun Holy Emblem—one of the ritual symbols hanging on his chest—to Yin Yi Yi Lu Na. The "Trace of the Holy Tree" was a divine ritual with the Nature, Sun, and Dawn churches as its core, with the Nature Church as the primary one.

At the same time, the remaining Ringed Shushis in the sky urgently changed their positions, and the brightness of the divine light flickering over the city and Mount Sikar reached its peak.

Yin Yi Yi Lu Na in the sky caught the holy emblem, then plummeted toward the Sunlight Spear, until she held the top of the spear with both hands. As she continued to fall, the Sunlight Spear pierced through the undead, forcibly pushing it into that black crack.

The light flickering on the Sunlight Spear gradually dimmed during this process, until the undead behemoth completely disappeared into that pitch-black crack, leaving Yin Yi Yi Lu Na with only the 【Night Watcher】 in her hand.

The ritual base of the divine ritual "Trace of the Holy Tree" lit up across the entire Mount Sikar region, and Yin Yi Yi Lu Na stood in mid-air under the starry sky, on the central ritual base marked with the tree emblem.

She remembered what Xia De had entrusted her to do, knelt on one knee in the air, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and thrust it fiercely into the very center of the ritual:

"Trace of the Holy Tree!"

At that moment, with Yin Yi Yi Lu Na's sword as the center, the spreading green radiance gradually replaced the golden divine light. Even ordinary people who had not yet fallen asleep on this turbulent late night could see, in addition to the bright trail left in the starry sky above Mount Sikar, a new green mark appearing in the sea of stars.