Chapter 856: Chapter 386: Those Who Leech from Me Must Die (Part 2)
Suddenly, he crushed the liquid metal trying to entwine his wrist, "But now it’s obedient."
"This is more than just armor."
Gu Minghui then wrote in the experiment log: "It is the prototype of artificial Heavenly Dao—when seven sets of Golden Talisman Secret Texts perfectly blend, the wearer will briefly become a ’Current World God’."
Ye Qingzhou smiled lightly: "You should mark that this is power only the Martial God can harness; fools will only become slaves to this armor, even mere consumables."
After Ye Qingzhou finished testing, Yun Yan bowed forward, speaking softly, "Boss, the person has been found."
"Where?"
"In the capital of the Edifis Religious State, Land of Canaan."
"It’s time to announce my return with a grand demise."
The killing intent in Ye Qingzhou’s eyes was nearly overflowing.
......
Crescent Fertile Land: Western Border
The blood-red sunset enshrouds the scorching battlefield, smoke and dust intertwine, the earth cracking amid tremors.
The warriors of the Night Order, draped in dark robes, wielding simple curved swords and rifles, yet during their charge, they are enveloped in pitch-black Night Divine Power—granted by the Night God as "Dark Erosion," capable of corroding steel and devouring flames.
"For the Night God! For freedom!"
Amid the roars, tens of thousands of the People of the Crescent surge toward the Edifis Religious State’s defense line like a tidal wave.
Their weapons may be scavenged, but under the blessing of Divine Art, each strike carries the power to rend the earth.
The Edifis Religious State’s army is well-equipped, their bloodline-modified warriors possessing strength comparable to professional Martial Artists, yet faced with the People’s sea of tactics and the Night God’s blessing, they continue to retreat step by step.
Steel war chariots are corroded by Night Divine Art, turning into scrap metal.
The proud regeneration ability of the Holy Blood Warriors fails under the power of Dark Erosion, wounds unable to heal.
Aerial gunships are obscured by the Crescent Priests’ summoned Dark Sky Curtain, crashing into the wilderness.
"Retreat! Seek aid from Canaan!"
The Edifis commander roared, but the communications channel was filled with static noise—the Night Divine Power disrupted all signals.
Just as the Edifis army was about to collapse, the sky suddenly darkened.
This wasn’t the Night Order’s Dark Sky Curtain, but a more terrifying, suffocating oppression.
"Noisy."
A cold voice echoed across the battlefield, all Crescent warriors’ movements halted abruptly, as if their throats were seized by an invisible force, they could no longer make any sound.
The next moment...
Poof~ Poof~ Poof~
On the battlefield, thousands of Night Order warriors suddenly exploded without warning, flesh and blood raining down.
"The... Saint Ancestor has descended!"
The Edifis soldiers trembled, kneeling on the ground.
In the void, a figure slowly emerged, none other than the Seventh Saint King Salmas, who had recently awoken from the Golden Coffin.
His lips are sewn with blood threads, unable to speak, yet every Crescent citizen’s mind hears his whisper, "Who allows you... to defy the truth?"
Salmas raised his hand, a light touch of his fingertip.
Night Divine Art was forcibly stripped, dissipating into black mist.
The Dark Sky Curtain, like fragile gauze, was torn by an invisible force.
The Crescent Priests suddenly bled from their seven orifices, their divine power withdrawn, backfiring on themselves.
"No... impossible..."
The High Priest of the Night Order knelt on the ground, despairingly looking at his withered hands, "The Night God’s power... is stripped?"
Salmas offered no response, merely coldly sweeping the battlefield, then gently crooning, "Annihilate."
At the falling of a single word, the entire battlefield ground suddenly collapsed, tens of thousands of Crescent warriors unable to even scream before being crushed into blood mud.
The battlefield returned to silence, only the wind whimpering.
Salmas floated in the air, his gaze directed towards the distant Crescent Holy Mountain, source of Night God’s faith.
"A pseudo-god is just a pseudo-god; your followers and you are equally fragile. Truly too weak."
His voice directly resonates in the souls of the Night God’s followers: "If you seek revenge, let your god come see me personally."
Having said that, his form slowly dissipated, as if he had never appeared.
Yet the western border of Crescent Fertile Land had become a sea of blood.
......
The black drapes move without wind, the Night God seated on the shadow-intertwined throne, her veiled appearance indistinct, only those abyss-like eyes flowing with the radiance of stars’ extinction.
Her fingertips gently tap the armrest, each touch causing the shadows of the entire Holy Hall to tremble accordingly.
The Night Saintess kneels at the steps, silver hair cascading down, voice filled with repressed fury: "Night God, Salmas slaughtered my tens of thousands of citizens, why would you..."
"Why not intervene?"
The Night God’s voice is ethereal and cold, as if from distant stars, "Because in my current state, I can’t kill him."
Slowly, the Night God raises her hand, a strand of Dark Divine Power condensing within her palm, yet just as it was about to form, it abruptly disperses—lingering effects of Salmas’s "Silence Law."
"My divine power hasn’t yet restored to its peak."
She speaks softly, "Moreover, a mere Blood Race Saint King isn’t worthy of my direct intervention."
The Night Saintess lifts her head: "Then the Edifis Religious State..."
"What I dread has never been those laughable Holy Blood Clans."
The Night God’s gaze pierces through the void, as if seeing scenes from millennia past, "But the Blood God behind them..."
Her fingertips unconsciously stroke her neck—where there’s an almost invisible fine scar.
The Emperor Slayer’s sword not only cleaved her head, but half of her Divine Format, leaving half of her power under the Blood God’s control, thus today Salmas could block her Crescent Divine Power transmission.
Silent for a long while, the Night God suddenly rises, patterns on her regal attire flowing like living creatures.
"Issue orders."
Her voice echoed within the Royal Court, all shadows bowing.
"Within three days, all city-states of Crescent Fertile Land must submit, or they will face extinction."
"Awaken the dormant ’Dark Moon Knights’, I want them to sweep through the Eastern Desert."
"Construct the ’Eternal Night Altar’ on the Holy Mountain, collect the Power of Faith."
The Night Saintess respectfully receives orders, yet cannot help but ask: "Then the Edifis Religious State..."
The Night God chuckled softly, the corners of her lips under the veil forming a dangerous arc: "Let those Blood Races continue to survive for a bit longer."
"The day I reunite my Divine Format..."
She raised her hand, shadows of the entire Royal Court boiling, transforming into a colossal dark blade span across the sky, pointing towards the west.
"Will be the day when Blood God’s faith is completely purged from this land."
At this moment, in the Eternal Night Hall, shadows dissipate like tidewater, a slender figure steps into the hall through moonlight.
With each step he takes, gray-white Chaos Dao Patterns emerge beneath his feet, Night God’s followers’ divine arts disintegrate within three feet around him.
"I heard you plan to confront the Edifis Religious State?"
Ye Qingzhou lifted his gaze, a faint smile on his lips: "Long time no see, Sofia."
"Audacious!"
The Night Saintess shouted sternly, Dark Erosion power condensed in her palm, angry at Ye Qingzhou: "Bold renegade, dare address the Night God’s name directly!"
"Stand down."
The Night God’s voice is as soft as a sigh, yet causes the entire hall’s shadows to instantly solidify. She slowly rises, her veil moving without wind: "The one before you is also a deity."
The followers changed color in astonishment, kneeling en masse.
Night God Sofia gazed at Ye Qingzhou, abyssal eyes rippling: "Since parting at Falan, I’ve heard of your demise."
As she spoke, her fingertip lightly caressed the throne’s armrest, walking towards Ye Qingzhou, eyes tinged with the joy of a long-awaited reunion: "I thought there’d be no day of re-encounter."
Ye Qingzhou chuckled lightly: "Me appearing before you today already proves I’ve triumphed over death, doesn’t it?"
His gaze swept over the faint sword scar on her neck, "But for you, the Divine Format severed by the Emperor Slayer... haven’t reclaimed it yet?"
Sofia’s veil subtly moved: "Thus, I now require the Edifis Religious State’s blood."
"Coincidentally, I’m also planning to trouble those vampires; in this world, no one can casually take what’s mine without paying a price."
A shadow of Celestial Sword Armor emerged in Ye Qingzhou’s palm: "Now, it’s time for me to take their lives."
