Chapter 332: Chapter 281: Shattered Faith
Among those present, who holds the firmest belief in victory?
Perhaps the faith of these outsiders is the strongest, even stronger than that of the native people of Dengzhou—though the Dengzhou folk are fighting on the home ground of the Southern Chen, they have truly never seen the tactics of these outsiders before. How can they be certain of victory when suddenly faced with such formidable outsiders?
But these outsiders, driven by their fervent belief in their gods, with an almost irrational obsession, make them even more unwavering as they fight on foreign ground.
Especially after the legendary Angels were unexpectedly summoned, the outsiders, realizing how wondrous the "Promised Land" was, became even more fervent. With the legendary entities appearing in the world, and God still protecting them, how could they possibly lose?
But, is it truly impossible to lose?
"Still... we must be careful."
Although the victory seems assured on the surface, these outsiders, including the most formidable of their elders, still maintain caution in their hearts.
Indeed, it’s wise to be cautious, as this essentially amounts to a battle between two armies, perhaps even a clash between two tribes. As the chosen people of God, they’re under divine protection. Do these lowly mortals have nothing hidden up their sleeves?
Just like that giant stepping down from the clouds. Clearly, these Chen people have some form of protection as well—though it doesn’t appear very strong, it at least gives them the strength to fight.
Could these Chen people bring out something even stronger? Could there be any unexpected developments?
Though there’s a raging battle on the surface, there’s a sense of wariness in the hearts of the outsiders.
Of course, this is necessary caution, an inevitable mindset in battle. Aside from this insignificant vigilance, the purity of these outsiders’ resolve has reached an astounding level—they must learn to pray to the gods from a young age, and the only books they can read are scriptures that record the gods. Their faith in their gods is their life, their existence, their everything.
However, there are always those who are even purer.
"I can beat you with one hand, and you still can’t win."
Raising his double blades like unfolding fiery wings, Du Chengfeng charged towards the malformed Angel from mid-air.
Even with one hand, he could fight to a draw; now with two hands, wielding an extra blade, how could he possibly lose?
Yet what he faces is merely a deformed monster, and he’s killed many such monsters before—even if this monster, crafted by the outsiders, can put up a fight, it’s merely capable of that.
A monster remains a monster, destined to be defeated.
After all, no matter how formidable a monster is, if killed, it will die.
The monkeys wielded weapons to defeat fierce beasts, the ancient Yin people once forged blades to slay those monsters, so isn’t it only natural for him to slay this monster now?
So there’s really no confusion about this.
Just swing the blade.
"Buzz—"
Two fiery wings cleaved through the sky, embracing the malformed Angel like a tender hug.
Next, they passed through its body.
The scorching fiery blade and gray-black flames immediately ignited the eyeball-covered grotesque body.
The charred corpse split into four, falling from the clouds, turning into countless embers that burned out mid-air.
Only Du Chengfeng, holding two large blades, remained standing in the air, shaking his head and sighing.
"...Huh?"
At this moment, all the outsiders were dumbfounded.
Something seemingly unbreakable shattered, and the dedication hidden deep within them showed signs of cracking. Their fervor was replaced by disbelief; they couldn’t understand what they were witnessing.
Could an Angel really be killed?
An Angel capable of subduing a giant, could it be killed so easily?
What exactly did they see? What appeared before their eyes? If God was truly protecting them, why would they be shown such a cruel scene?
"Devil... Devil!"
Some outsiders started trembling all over.
"A great Devil! That’s a great Devil! The enemy of God! His wings obscure the sky, his flames consume everything..."
"Don’t be tempted by the Devil!"
Realizing something was wrong, the elder of the outsiders shouted loudly.
"Do not chant his name! Do not glorify his image! Do not let him establish an idol in your hearts! Strengthen your faith! Pray to the God now! Quickly!"
Yet, no matter how much the outsider elder called out, the terrifying figure holding the double blades in mid-air was already etched into the hearts of these outsiders. It was the most terrifying and powerful image they had ever witnessed, enough to become synonymous with power—even the elder who kept shouting "strengthen your faith" found it impossible not to think about it.
After all, everything that appeared before him, those two-toned fiery wings like a mighty bird chasing the sun, the Angel vanished with just a single attack...
This scene, he probably will never be able to forget in his lifetime.
Power, fear, struggle, slaughter... once abstract concepts in words, now held concrete forms in this moment.
If there were Devils in this world, they probably wouldn’t look like those in scriptures; rather, they’d be like this, waving blazing wings, slaughtering everything in sight.
"Have I... even lost faith in the scriptures?"
Realizing the wavering in his thoughts, the outsider elder fell into utter despair.
Even he, the one with the firmest faith, had begun to waver, let alone the others?
"Escape!"
This was the first reaction of the outsider elder.
When reason is destroyed, biological instincts become the absolute master of the body. Any creature will instinctively move away from danger and death; even if they don’t want to move, their bodies will move on their own.
But just as these outsiders were about to turn and flee, a gray-black flame fell from the sky, completely sealing off the narrow exit.
"Did I say you could leave?"
The Devil descended from mid-air.
"Thinking you can come and go as you please, who do you think you are?"
"I..."
Unable to even escape, the completely hopeless outsider elder decisively drew a dagger, aiming for his throat.
Maybe death would be better; just by dying, he wouldn’t have to face this pain and despair, just by dying...
"Pa—"
At the moment the dagger pierced the skin, the sharp blade was grasped.
"Did I say you could die?"
Casually tossing the dagger aside, that fiery demon picked up the wooden staff from the ground.
Then, it was handed to the outsider elder.
"You wanted to use this earlier, right?"
In the disbelieving eyes of the outsider elder, the demon even tightened his grip around the elder’s fingers to allow him a firmer hold on the staff.
"Here, continue, show me all your skills."
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