Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

At this moment, Reinhardt's willpower attribute, enhanced by "Unwavering Revenge," has reached the pinnacle that mortals can attain.

In other words, like Cohen, he reached the highest level!
In this state, the rule-based ability "Gate of Babylon," which uses a Willpower attribute to force a change of weapon ownership, is ineffective against Reinhardt.

It could even backfire on him, which is why Reinhardt dares to so brazenly display "Dawn Guardian" and "Justice Judgment".

Reinhardt's attacks were relentless; he was like a tireless chariot of holy light, using his tower shield to block and his holy hammer to strike, his offensive as fierce as a storm.

Each attack contained the will to purify the heretics, attempting to corner Cohen.

Cohen conjured two longswords in his hands and activated the skill "Counterattack Storm"!
Centered on his body, the space within an arm's length radius collapsed inward once more, and the rapidly spinning silver storm barrier reappeared before everyone's eyes.

Just like Wendina's previous attack.

Reinhardt's Holy Light Warhammer struck as if it had crashed into an invisible wall of sighs.

Each violent bombardment caused the silver storm barrier to tremble violently and compress inward.

Blinding holy flames and silver energy fragments splashed wildly.

However, no matter how violent the attack was, or how strong the purifying will it contained, Cohen remained unmoved in the core area of ​​the barrier!
In the VIP section, the top experts who had previously looked at him with scrutiny and even some skepticism now had completely changed their expressions.

This is the second time. Previously, during the battle against Undina, Cohen only managed to defend against it; most people assumed it was some kind of powerful, forbidden defensive technique, extremely energy-consuming and unsustainable… But now…

Facing 'Lionheart Paladin' Reinhardt Reinhardt, a ninth-tier peak paladin known for his sustained berserk output and divine suppression.

Cohen was able to... so effortlessly contain his attack within such a small area?
This is by no means a simple defensive skill, but more like... a nascent domain!
The nascent stage of a domain!

Yes, it's the prototype of a domain!

This...this is clearly the behavior of someone who has touched the threshold of legend, or even is already building their own domain!
He's only twenty years old! What... what kind of monster is this?
Master Vader, the sage of the Academy of All Things, even more distraught, pushed up his crystal glasses, his cloudy eyes fixed on the rapidly spinning barrier, his lips murmuring:
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! He's using some method we don't fully understand to construct a miniature force field that provides absolute defense."

This seems to involve the laws of space and the laws of shadow...

Hearing Master Vede's mutterings, a chill ran down everyone's spine.

This kid touched the rules at the sixth level, which was enough to shock everyone. Now he has actually shown the rudimentary form of a domain?
What does he want to do?
Can one directly comprehend the rules and construct a domain at the Gold Rank?

The entire VIP section fell into a shocking silence that was even more oppressive than the clash of energies on the stage, a silence that completely overturned all perceptions!
They finally saw it clearly.

Cohen's defensive skills were far from ordinary!
It is the barrier of the laws, the prototype of the domain, and the concrete manifestation of Cohen Corleone's unfathomable power and terrifying control over the rules!

How could a young man who had just entered the Gold rank be able to construct and maintain such a stable and efficient micro-defense domain under the full-force attack of a ninth-rank peak holy warrior?

This is beyond genius; it's a miracle that would make even legendary powerhouses and saints take notice!
……

Reinhardt's heart sank.

He clearly felt that his proud holy light power was like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, unable to stir even the slightest ripple in that eerie silver storm.

The opponent's effortless demeanor and unfathomable power made this judge, who had been bathed in holy light and judged heretics for over a decade, feel a sense of powerlessness and chill from the depths of his soul for the first time.

It can't go on like this!

In Reinhardt's eyes, the last trace of human hesitation and weighing of options had completely vanished, replaced by a martyr-like resolve and fanaticism.

He originally intended to use this move in the elimination rounds, but if he couldn't even defeat a seventh-tier superhuman, his willpower would be clouded even if he made it into the elimination rounds.

We have to use this tactic!

Only a domain can counter a domain!
He took a deep breath and let out a roar like a lion:
"Holy Light above!"
This body... is the altar!

Boom——! ! !
As if responding to his call, the surging holy light within him, like a powder keg that had been ignited, burst into flames.

A pure white light, powerful enough to blind mortals, instantly engulfed him.

Om-!
Space is wailing!
A massive spatial rift, composed of pure holy light, suddenly appeared above his head, as if forcibly torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands.

On the other side of the rift, there is not a dark void, but a supreme realm flowing with liquid gold-like light, filled with endless sacred chants and chains of order—the Dimension of Light!
"My flesh and blood, my soul, my faith!"
Dedicated to you!

"Supreme Goddess of Light!"

Reinhardt's voice twisted and sublimated in the light, carrying an inhuman etherealness and pain:

"Please descend from your throne... Lord Raguel, the 'Avenger of God' who wields the authority of 'Divine Revenge'... a trace of his divine power!"

With his sacrificial roar, a divine will, whose majesty and terror were beyond description, descended from the rift, bringing with it the ultimate judgment and endless rage against all that desecrates order and bears sin!

Click!Click!
Reinhardt's seemingly indestructible holy light armor shattered like fragile glass, replaced by countless chains of pure holy light energy, burning with the flames of vengeance.

These chains intertwined and reformed, weaving and stretching behind him, eventually transforming into a pair of sacred wings that blotted out the sky and flowed with a molten gold-like light.

His figure grew taller and expanded in the light, and his face gradually became blurred, leaving only two blazing white eyes that burned with the flames of revenge like miniature suns.

A terrifying pressure, transcending the mortal realm and freezing one's soul, spread wildly and crushed outwards from him like a tangible sacred tsunami.

Ultimate Enhancement of Professional Skills: The Avenging Angel Descends!

By offering all the holy light within oneself to the Goddess of Light, one can receive a brief blessing from Raguel, one of the seven archangels under the goddess's command, known as "God's Avenger".

Then he unleashed the "Avenging Angel Domain," a domain that only legendary-rank transcendents could use!
This is the ultimate form of the "Vow of Vengeance" paladin.

Avengers' Domain - Expand:

Within a ten-meter radius, the space was instantly sanctified.

The air solidified like liquid gold, and the ground was covered with flowing holy flame runes.

An ultimate judgment will called "Divine Revenge," which directly affects the origin of the soul, descended. It was like billions of invisible chains burning with holy flames, instantly binding and tightening around the soul of every being within the domain.

They attempted to forcibly imprint the marks of "heresy," "sin," and "blasphemy" into the depths of his consciousness, to disintegrate his will, distort his cognition, and cause him to completely collapse, repent, or even annihilate himself in the face of this absolute sacred majesty and vengeful rage.

This is no longer a power of the ordinary!
This is a projection of Kamui!
It was the paladin who, by using himself as a bridge, borrowed a wisp of divine wrath from Raguel, the seraphim who wielded the power of "divine retribution"!

The entire arena fell into an unprecedented, deathly silence and horror, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Ordinary spectators were already terrified by the blinding holy light and terrifying pressure, prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling, and unconsciously chanting prayers for the holy light, as if they had witnessed divine punishment descending!

Those important figures who truly understood the ultimate forbidden power of the "Oath of Vengeance" paladins were beyond shocked!
Is this still dealing with a seventh-tier superhuman?

Reinhardt actually used such a taboo move!

Cohen, who was the first to be affected, had his silver storm barrier freeze instantly as if it had encountered an absolute zero cold current the moment the divine wings of light unfolded and the will of judgment descended.

The once invincible "counterattack storm" failed to work for the first time.

The feeling was as if billions of sacred words, filled with hatred and judgment, were simultaneously exploding deep within his soul.

It was not simply pain, but a terrifying pressure that sought to completely deny his very existence, brand him as a heretic, and drag him into an eternal purgatory of light for endless burning.

However, deep within Cohen's dark eyes, instead of being defeated by this divine pressure, a cold, unfathomable light flashed, like that of an abyss.

A profound and icy willpower, also originating from the source of another dimension, rose instantly from his body like the most solid shadow barrier.

Control the shadows, authority: Shadow Bishop.

The Shadow Will Dominates!

A cold, majestic voice, seemingly emanating from the very core of the plane's origin, resounded deep within Cohen's soul.

This was not his voice, but the declaration of the plane he represented at this moment.

Shadow Dimension!

The most dangerous and mysterious sub-plane!

"Shadow Bishop" - this is by no means a simple title or power level!
It is the recognition and coronation of the original will of the Shadow Plane.

This means that, at the level of the laws of the multiverse, Cohen has been branded as one of the high-level representatives of the Shadow Dimension in the material world.

He no longer merely borrows the power of shadow; he is the embodiment of the authority of shadow!
He can freely mobilize everything belonging to the Shadow Bishop from other dimensions for his own use.

What is the Shadow Plane?
That is the chaotic origin of the plane of light, which is completely opposed to it, and can even be said to be its mirror image, devouring each other.

It has no absolute order, no constant laws, only endless twisting, changing, devouring and rebirth.

Its essence is the ultimate negation of all solidified order, mandatory rules, and especially the spiritual control of a sacred order!
At this moment, when the "Holy Vengeance" domain from the plane of light, representing absolute divine order and the will of judgment, attempted to forcibly invade, brand, and distort Cohen's soul—

It touched not just Cohen's personal will and defenses!
It touched the primordial will of the vast and boundless shadow plane behind Cohen, filled with chaotic malice—even though the god of shadow had fallen, it was by no means something that a mere seraph incarnation could provoke!

Cohen's eyes instantly lost all human color and emotion, transforming into two pure, dark vortexes that devoured all light.

A cold and chaotic will, originating from the deepest abyss, awakened like a slumbering ancient beast, roared forth from within him.

For the first time, Victor Reinhardt, now transformed into an angel of vengeance, clearly reflected Cohen's current state in his eyes, which burned with intense white flames of revenge.

What he saw was not a struggling human soul, but a living, writhing, dark abyss radiating endless malice and chaos!
In the center of that abyss, a pair of cold, black-hole-like eyes were calmly staring at him.

"This...this is impossible!"

For the first time, Victor's inhuman, divinely resonant voice fluctuated violently, filled with unbelievable horror and a hint of fear originating from his very soul!

"A plane... the fundamental will of a plane?"
What...what exactly are you?

He felt it.

This was not due to Cohen's own power.

That was the vast, chaotic, and primal malice-filled alternate dimension behind him roaring! Resisting! Devouring his divine judgment!

The divine might of the Seraphim he summoned by sacrificing his life and soul appeared so... insignificant and powerless before the opponent's status, which was like the abyss itself.

Cohen's eyes, now transformed into dark vortexes, shifted slightly, locking onto the radiant vengeful angel in the sky.

A cold, inhuman voice, seemingly composed of the whispers of countless shadows, pierced the seal of the sacred realm and resounded clearly deep within Reinhardt's soul:
"Seraphim?"

Before the eternal shadow... it is but a fleeting glimmer of light..."

The moment he finished speaking, Cohen slowly raised his hands, which had been in a defensive posture.

Reflected in Reinhardt's eyes, it seemed as if he were holding up the entire abyss!
Countless tendrils of the purest laws, imbued with the greedy essence of the Shadow Plane, resembled the tentacles of a deep-sea behemoth that had caught the scent of blood.

Ignoring the distance in physical space, they instantly entangled themselves around the vengeful angel that Victor Reinhardt had transformed into.

The vengeful flames that burned on the surface of the vengeful angel, representing the divine power of Raguel, dimmed and went out the moment they came into contact with the shadow tentacles, like embers thrown into ice water, emitting a piercing wail.

The enormous wings of light, composed of pure holy light energy and symbolizing the majesty of angels, were tightly bound by countless shadow tentacles like giant pythons.

The tips of the tentacles, like greedy suction cups, frantically sucked and tore at the sacred energy and laws that constituted the wings of light.

The wings of light dimmed at a visible speed, eventually turning into countless scattered points of light like shattered glass, and were completely swallowed by darkness.

"Ughh ...

Victor Reinhardt let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The voice was filled with the extreme pain of a soul being torn apart, faith being defiled, and divinity being blasphemed.

The divine power he summoned by sacrificing himself has now become a poison that backfires on him.

The shadow tentacles not only devoured divinity, but also, like maggots clinging to his bones, frantically eroded and polluted his own soul and the source of holy light along his spiritual link with divine power.

As the last fragment of divine will was greedily devoured by the shadow tentacles, the boiling darkness, like a satiated beast, let out a satisfied low hum, slowly shrinking back into the void between Cohen's hands and disappearing.

The Vengeful Angels' domain collapsed instantly like a burst soap bubble, and its divine pressure vanished without a trace!
On the ring, only Victor Reinhardt remained, kneeling on one knee, his body soaked in a murky, dark gold liquid, breathing heavily, his eyes vacant and blank.

And Cohen Corleone, whose expression was as calm as still water.

After a long silence, the referee's announcement, trembling uncontrollably, slowly rang out:
"Eifine, 'Dragon Seal Weapon Master' Cohen Corleone wins, with 3 points."

The entire arena fell into a silence more deathly, eerie, and chilling than ever before!

There were no cheers! No gasps of amazement!
Only... a deep-seated fear and an incomprehensible bewilderment!

A ninth-tier peak paladin who sacrificed himself to summon one of the seven seraphim under the Goddess of Light, and a paladin who had unleashed his domain, were defeated so easily?
In particular, when the medical team from the Western Empire tried to help Reinhardt up, the powerful paladin raised his head, and his eyes no longer showed pain, anger, or fear, but rather a kind of... infantile purity and utter bewilderment!

"I...where am I?"

Reinhardt's voice was weak and confused. He looked around at the broken ring, the mess, and the terrified and awe-inspiring gazes of the people around him. Finally, his eyes fell on his own filthy hands, filled with pure unfamiliarity and incomprehension.

He has lost his memory!

I've lost all memory of that battle!
He lost all his memories of becoming the vengeful angel, summoning divine power, and even being consumed by the shadows!
They might even experience a brief period of confusion about who they are!

Cardinal Clement of the Church of Light frowned and said in a deep voice:
"Reinhardt must have seen something extremely terrifying to have his memories forcibly erased."

Grand Duke Roland looked somewhat embarrassed. He had spoken highly of Effie and Cohen in the Western Empire, but this kid showed no mercy when it came to fighting.

Beren said meaningfully:
"The battles of the Noble Martial Arts Festival are like this, related to the future development and destiny of the country behind them."

There is no room for even the slightest bit of personal favor!

Prince Heinz withdrew his gaze, looked at Beren, and chuckled softly:
"Your Excellency, I am very curious, just how many secrets does Prince Corleone still harbor?"

Beren remained calm:

"The prince is now considered his elder, why doesn't he go and ask him himself?"

"How can I, your uncle, be as close as you, my father-in-law?"

Beren's expression became slightly unnatural:
"If Your Highness really wants to know, why don't you just ask His Majesty directly..."

……

Just as the divine power surrounding Reinhardt was disintegrated, deep within the plane of light—a supreme dimension far removed from the prime material plane and flowing with eternal holy light and chains of order—...

Inside a magnificent palace constructed of pure, radiant crystal, suspended on an endless sea of ​​holy flames.

Raguel, who was discussing matters with several other Seraphim and held the authority of "Holy Revenge," had a slight tremor in his eyes, which were eternally burning with the flames of vengeance.

Just now, a fragment of divine will, originating from his own being and descended to a certain point in the prime material plane through a ritual of worshippers, was used to carry out a divine judgment of vengeance…

It was forcibly suppressed, corrupted, and ultimately devoured by an indescribable, blasphemous, and greedy dark force...?

This is impossible!

On Raguel's face, which was made of flames, it seemed as if an invisible layer of frost had been condensed.

When did an existence appear in the Prime Material Plane that could directly confront or even devour the divine will of the Seraphs?

"what happened?"

The one who spoke was Michael, the chief warrior under the goddess, the leader of the angelic order of the Light Dimension, and the strongest angel.

Raguel said in a deep voice:
"Was a fragment of my divine will devoured in the prime material plane?"

Michael asked in astonishment:
"where?
The Prime Plane?
How could there possibly be anything there capable of devouring fragments of your will?

"It seems like the main plane is currently holding a noble martial arts festival..."

This time, the speaker was the archangel, Gabriel, the Hand of God, who was responsible for delivering messages to the goddess.

Michael's lips curled into a mysterious smile:

"It seems that an interesting prospect has emerged in this Noble Martial Arts Festival!"

Don't you all want to see who it is?

Of the seven seraphim under the Goddess of Light, only Michael, Gabriel, and Raguel are currently in the Plane of Light.

Gabriel hesitated and said:

"The covenant of the gods forbids interference before the end of the noble martial arts festival. It's not appropriate for us to do this."

"What's there to be afraid of? They're all busy moving, they don't have time to bother with us..."

Before Michael could finish speaking, the radiance of the entire Temple of Light suddenly became incredibly gentle and pure.

Yet it also contains an absolute majesty that transcends all things.

The supreme ruler of the Plane of Light, the ultimate destination for the faith of countless planes—the Goddess of Light, Aetheril Dawn, has descended! (End of Chapter)