Chapter 879 - 576: Chaos in the Holy City, Piles of World Power Crystals
Chapter 879: Chapter 576: Chaos in the Holy City, Piles of World Power Crystals
An ancient and majestic sigh echoed through the sky above the Holy City.
"Alas... Sage, it has only been a hundred years since we last met. Why... tear down my house the moment we see each other?"
Terrifying, endless Holy Light poured out from the Divine Hall like a volcanic eruption, sweeping toward the two.
"Old thing, it’s been a hundred years, and your god still keeps you around? Could it be that he couldn’t find a better Puppet?" Austin Sage sneered.
His immense Spiritual Power poured out like quicksilver, instantly sweeping over the ruins. Where the church altar originally stood, the collapsed ground revealed a deep, pitch-black hole.
"Let’s go!"
Austin Sage did not give the Pope any chance to strike. He activated the Law of Space.
HUM!
Taking Raylo with him, his figure turned into an illusory streak of light. Before the overwhelming Holy Light could erupt, they plunged headfirst into the deep hole.
BOOM!
Exactly one second after the two vanished, a terrifying pillar of Holy Light capable of piercing heaven and earth erupted from beneath the ruins. It shot straight into the clouds, punching a massive hole through the overcast sky.
However, there was no longer anyone at that spot.
They plummeted at breakneck speed.
The wind whistling past their ears turned into sharp shrieks, sounding as if countless wronged souls were wailing beside them. As they went deeper, the nauseating aura of Holy Light gradually faded away. In its place came a thick, unyielding stench of blood, mixed with the foul odor of brimstone and rotting flesh.
Raylo held his breath. Wrapped in Austin Sage’s Space Shield, he fell through the darkness like a shooting star.
After descending for about five hundred meters, their vision suddenly cleared.
This was a massive, artificially excavated underground cavern. Its sheer size was in no way inferior to the Holy City square above. Embedded in the surrounding rock walls were countless Magic Crystal Stones emitting a pale, ghostly light, illuminating this subterranean world with the chilling gloom of a morgue.
"Who goes there?"
"Trespassers shall die!"
Two explosive shouts clapped like thunder. The moment the two of them landed, two dazzling streaks of golden light pincered them from the left and right.
They were two Six-winged Angels of Death clad in heavy Golden Armor. The Giant Swords in their hands blazed with roaring Holy Fire. Every strike carried the terrifying might to tear through the void.
Catastrophe Level!
Experts of this caliber, who were more than capable of guarding an entire Kingdom on the outside, were merely gatekeepers here.
Raylo did not even bat an eyelid.
"Scram." Austin Sage did not even spare a glance at the two Angels. He simply waved his hand casually, as if shooing away flies.
The two imposing Six-winged Angels, who had fiercely charged right up to their faces, suddenly froze in midair. Immediately after—
BANG! BANG!
Two clouds of golden blood mist exploded in the air. The indestructible Golden Armor and the formidable Angelic bodies instantly disintegrated into the most primal particles with that single wave of a hand. Even their souls were obliterated in a flash, leaving not a single trace behind.
This was the true power of a World Destruction Level Peak Mage.
"Let’s go," Austin Sage said, stepping over the two pools of golden blood on the ground and leading Raylo deeper inside.
The deeper they went, the darker Raylo’s expression became. The air here was permeated with an aura that made the Magic Power within his body feel restless. It was the aura of Giant Dragons. And it was Dragon Breath filled with resentment, agony, and despair.
As they turned past a massive runic gate, the sight before them caused Raylo’s pupils to shrink to pinpricks.
This was a laboratory that resembled Purgatory.
Within the colossal space stood hundreds of giant metal pillars. Each pillar was densely engraved with Demon-Banning Runes, flashing with an eerie red light. And chained to these pillars were Giant Dragons.
Red Dragons, Green Dragons, Blue Dragons, Black Dragons... and a few Metal Dragons. There were a full dozen or so of them!
They had long since lost the majesty and pride befitting a Giant Dragon. Thick Refined Gold Chains pierced through their shoulders, nailed deeply into their spines. Some of the Giant Dragons had half their scales peeled off, exposing squirming, bright red muscle. Some had their Dragon Horns sawed off, with purulent blood seeping from the wounds. Others had been sliced open, their internal organs exposed to the air and riddled with various tubes that were constantly extracting their blood and bone marrow.
In the deepest section, five of the most massive Giant Dragons were imprisoned separately in specially made cages. They were five Catastrophe Level Giant Dragons! Though their auras were weak, they still exuded a heart-palpitating Dragon Mighty. Only, at this moment, their eyes were hollow and numb, as if their souls had died long ago, leaving behind nothing more than walking corpses.
"The Dragon Plague Potion requires the extraction of a Giant Dragon’s blood, bone marrow, and pituitary fluid, which is then cultivated by mixing it with Abyssal Demonic Qi," Austin Sage said, sweeping his gaze around to roughly discern the nature of the experiments being conducted here. "These dozen or so dragons are merely the ’materials’ for this batch. Before this, I’m afraid many Giant Dragons have already died here."
At this time, a group of researchers deep within the laboratory finally reacted. Looking at the old man and the youth who had suddenly intruded, along with the two pools of blood on the ground that belonged to the Guardian Angels, their faces were plastered with sheer terror.
"Enemy attack!"
"Hold them off! Hurry up and call the guards!"
An elderly Priest, who appeared to be the leader, shrieked. Clutching a bottle of unfinished Potion in his hand, he turned and sprinted toward a secret passage.
WHOOSH!
As the alarms blared, dozens of fully armed Four-winged Angels of Death flooded out from various hidden doors in the laboratory. These were all Domain Level experts.
"Kill them all!"
"For the glory of the Lord!"
These brainwashed Angels had absolutely no fear. Brandishing their Light Sabers, they charged forward like moths drawn to a flame.
"The glory of the Lord?" The corners of Austin Sage’s mouth curled into a cruel arc. He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers. "Your Lord cannot save you. You’d better go to Hell and repent to him."
HUM!
Following the motion of his palm, the originally dim underground space instantly lit up with countless purple specks of light. It was the radiance of Arcane Magic. Every speck of light transformed into a fist-sized Arcane Missile.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand...
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Arcane Missiles hovered in midair. Densely packed, they blotted out the vaulted ceiling like a purple galaxy, yet exuded a suffocating aura of destruction.
"Go," Austin Sage lightly spat out a single word.
SWISH SWISH SWISH!
The torrential purple rain poured down. This was a massacre.
Every Arcane Missile seemed to have grown eyes, accurately locking onto every single member of the Holy See present. Whether they were Domain Level Angels or the researchers who lacked the strength to even truss a chicken, before that terrifying torrent of Arcane Magic, all Defense Magic and Holy Light Shields were as fragile as paper.
"Ah!"
"No! Help! Divine Lord, save me!"
"Devils! You are devils!"
Screams, Wailings, and the sound of bones shattering echoed throughout the entire underground space. The elderly Priest who attempted to flee had just reached the door when he was simultaneously struck by over a dozen missiles.
POOF!
Along with the Potion in his hands, he was instantly vaporized.
In just three short seconds, the entire underground laboratory fell silent. Except for the Giant Dragons trapped by chains, all the Holy See personnel—be it Angels, Priests, or researchers—had entirely vanished. All that remained were the bloody stains littering the floor and the lingering Arcane Magic energy in the air.
Austin Sage lowered his hand. "It’s been cleaned up."
He turned to look at Raylo.
BOOM!
An unprecedented and terrifying pressure pierced through hundreds of meters of bedrock without any warning, descending directly upon this underground space. The pressure was so immensely heavy that Raylo felt his knees buckle. The bones all over his body emitted overwhelmed cracking sounds.
In the surrounding space, the air ceased to flow, and dust hung suspended in midair. Even the propagation of light seemed to turn sluggish. Raylo felt like a tiny flying insect sealed inside a giant block of amber; moving even a single finger became incredibly difficult. It felt as if the entire world was rejecting him, as if the entire world was crushing him.
World Destruction Level Peak!
The Pope!
Even though they were separated by thick layers of earth, and even though no figure could be seen, that vast, ocean-like will had already been transmitted down with absolute clarity.
"Desecrating the holy land, massacring believers.
"Austin, since you have come, do not bother leaving.
"The Divine Lord is already watching our war. We are in dire need of offering a sinner like you to the Divine Lord."
Accompanied by the voice, the frozen space around them began to frantically collapse and compress inward. It was an extremely profound spatial lockdown technique. The Pope intended to use the Holy City’s geographical advantage and its immense Power of Faith to completely strip this underground space away from the Prime Material Plane, forming an independent, inescapable alternate dimension prison!
He wanted to capture a Sage of Mage City alive, to use as leverage to claim credit from the Divine Spirit!