Chapter 869 - 572: Obtaining the "Star Core" and the Iron Thorns Legion
Chapter 869: Chapter 572: Obtaining the "Star Core" and the Iron Thorns Legion
"Do it."
"Finish this quickly!"
Raylo’s voice rang out.
WHOOSH!
The three Silver Dragons opened their massive maws simultaneously.
In the next second, three streams of silvery-white Dragon Flame cascaded down like three galaxies, instantly blanketing the entire cathedral hall!
Almost all the high-ranking officials and nobles of Chenxi City were gathered here, making it the perfect opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop.
"Holy Light Barrier!"
Archbishop Quinn’s eyes bulged with horror. He frantically drew upon the Holy Power within his body in a desperate attempt to prop up a defense.
However, at the crucial moment when he was mobilizing his power, the gray-robed old man on the Thunder Dragon’s back—who had remained motionless until now—suddenly looked down at him.
He gently raised his withered hand and waved it casually at the ground below.
"Seal."
With just a single word, Archbishop Quinn was horrified to discover that he had lost all his power in an instant, as if he had been reduced to a mere Mortal!
The Holy Power that had originally surged like an ocean within his body felt as though it had been forcibly locked away by some overwhelming will, turning into a stagnant puddle.
"No! This is impossible! Who are you?"
Before Archbishop Quinn’s despairing roar could even fully echo out, it was completely swallowed by the sky-blotting silver Dragon Flames.
BOOM!
Under the intense silver flames, the usually aloof and arrogant dignitaries—who were now screaming bloody murder—were reduced to ashes by the scouring Dragon Flames, along with the once-insufferably arrogant Red-robed Archbishop.
The entire cathedral hall was instantly cleared out.
Only the mottled, scorched walls remained as proof that life had ever existed here.
Amidst the chaos and destruction, an inconspicuous black shadow flickered like a phantom.
Coal Ball’s beady black eyes flashed with greed. Taking advantage of the moment everyone’s attention was drawn to the Silver Dragons, it used its Space Talent to slip silently into the blasted-open underground entrance of the cathedral.
A few minutes later, above the ruins of the grand cathedral, flames were still quietly burning.
The space rippled, and Coal Ball’s little black body appeared out of thin air on Raylo’s shoulder.
It rubbed against Raylo’s cheek as if claiming credit, then opened its mouth. A crystal the size of a human head, radiating a crimson halo, was spat out and landed in Raylo’s hands.
Starlight-like motes drifted across the crystal’s surface. The moment it appeared, the originally violent Magic Elements in the surroundings instantly became docile, like subjects bowing before their king.
"A Star Core," Austin Sage said, glancing at it with a nod.
Raylo handed the Star Core to Austin Sage.
"Sage, a Treasure like this will be put to much better use in your hands."
Austin Sage didn’t feign politeness and accepted it directly.
"Kid, I’m over a thousand years older than you; I can’t take advantage of you," Austin Sage said, pulling out over a dozen World Power Crystals and stuffing them into Raylo’s hands. "Take these World Power Crystals as compensation for the exchange. Although their value isn’t quite on par with this Star Core, they will be much more useful to you right now.
"With these crystals, it will be more than enough for your remaining two little dragons to advance to the Catastrophe Level."
Raylo quickly expressed his gratitude. This was a pleasant surprise. He hurriedly stored the crystals in his Spatial Bag, feeling completely reassured.
Once he returned from this trip, all of his little dragons would likely advance to the Catastrophe Level.
The mission was complete.
With Archbishop Quinn dead, the remaining Power in Chenxi City was nothing to fear.
In a world where strength reigned supreme, losing the deterrence of top-tier combat power left this city completely defenseless.
"Let’s go."
Riding on Lightning, the two flew away from the cathedral ruins and arrived in the sky above the central plaza of the city.
Here stood a Light Divine Statue over a hundred meters tall.
The entire statue was carved from a single massive boulder. It wore an expression of compassion, its hands held out in an empty embrace, as if showering pity and love upon all mortals.
At this moment, tens of thousands of panicked civilian believers had gathered in the plaza.
The commotion over at the grand cathedral had been too massive, so they instinctively gathered beneath the Divine Statue, kneeling in prayer. They begged for the protection of the Divine Spirit and pleaded for it to drive away these terrifying Evil Dragons.
Looking down at the trembling civilians whose eyes were filled with ignorance and fanaticism, Raylo let out a cold scoff.
"Your god can’t save you," Raylo murmured.
He slowly drew the Divine Weapon Broken Flow from his waist.
As he infused it with his Fighting Spirit, the Divine Weapon let out a clear, resonant chime.
"Slash!"
Raylo swung his arm. A translucent, hundred-meter-long arc of Sword Qi sliced through the magnificent Divine Statue diagonally from top to bottom, cutting through it as easily as a hot knife through butter, carrying an unmatched, peerless sharpness.
Time seemed to stand still in that moment.
In the next second, a massive CRACK brought all the prayers to an abrupt halt.
Under the blank stares of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes, the upper half of the Light Divine Statue—the ultimate symbol of their supreme faith—slowly slid off before crashing heavily into the plaza.
CRASH!
Rubble splattered everywhere, sending clouds of dust billowing into the air.
The severed cross-section of the Divine Statue was as smooth as a mirror.
However, to the surprise of both Raylo and Austin Sage, not a single trace of the Power of the World or Power of Faith remained within the statue of the Light Deity.
"Hmm?" Austin Sage let out a soft sound of surprise, his powerful Spiritual Power instantly sweeping across the shattered pedestal of the Divine Statue.
"Interesting," the old Sage said, stroking his chin with a hint of a mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"This statue wasn’t meant to store the Power of Faith; it’s merely a massive transit station.
"All the Power of Faith is siphoned away by the formation beneath the pedestal the very instant it is generated."
"Siphoned away? Where to?" Raylo asked, although he already had a guess in mind.