Nightmare Light

Chapter 178 Falling into the Underworld
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Hundreds of voices rang out at the same time.

When combined, they even create a strange sense of the sacred.

Bishop Zhao raised his scepter and pointed it in the direction of Lin Wang and Shi Xionglue.

At the top of the scepter, a ball of holy light as bright as the sun surged forth like a torrent.

The energy came too strong and too fast, so the three people enveloped in it—Lin Wang, White Cat, and Shi Xionglue—had no way to escape.

Just as the energy was about to engulf the three of them, a strong man wielding a sword and shield suddenly leaped in front of the beam of light.

The man, radiating a holy light, raised his shield high to meet the beam of light.

"Sir! Let's go!"

The light struck Shi Xionglue's colleague, and the blinding light lasted for less than a second before the man melted instantly, like a candle falling into molten iron.

But that brief moment was enough for the three people on the scene to react—they jumped out of the beam's attack range.

The torrent of holy light continued its relentless advance, striking the wall behind the temple and melting a huge hole in it. The light continued its advance, burning through more walls until it completely pierced through the entire temple and crashed into the void outside.

Both Shi Xionglue and Lin Wang glanced at the string of empty holes with lingering fear.

If someone were hit by that blow, they would probably vaporize instantly... These lunatics!
Lin Wang mentally complained, while glancing warily at Shi Xionglue, then at Vice-Bishop Zhao and her clergy.

Lin Wang thought for a moment and then suggested to Shi Xiong, "Hey! How about we defeat that group of Holy Army soldiers first, and then we'll fight?"

“Ridiculous, I would rather die than collude with evil gods…” Shi Xiong snorted coldly, but before he could finish speaking, he heard Lin Wang shout at the Holy Army not far away.

"Vice Bishop Zhao, how about we consider forming a temporary alliance to kill this cook, and then we can fight again!"

After hearing Lin Wang's words, Vice-Bishop Zhao and her clergy subtly pointed their scepters in the direction of Shi Xionglue.

Shi Xiong's face twitched slightly, and he spoke with righteous indignation: "I am not conspiring with the evil god! Rather, I am doing this out of necessity on the path of pursuing the holy light..."

"Alright, alright, what's with this cook making such a fuss!" Lin Wang interrupted Shi Xionglue. "Let's get started!"

"I hope I won't regret my decision today..."

Shi Xiong grabbed the kitchen knife and picked up a slightly damaged pot lid from the ground.

A faint holy light began to flicker on his cleaver.

However, just as he was preparing to charge the Crusaders, the entire space suddenly began to tremble violently.

Everyone looked around in surprise and doubt, only to see that irregular cracks suddenly began to appear on the gray void at the outermost edge of the entire space.

The cracks popped and broke apart, revealing a pale color at the broken points.

Among the crowd, some powerful individuals sensed an extreme chill—and the aura of death—from the pale color.

Some lay practitioners specializing in burial suddenly felt their strength increase dramatically.

A middle-aged lay burial master casually clenched his fist, and a skeleton stood up out of thin air.

At the same time, Lin Wang also felt that the power of the Burial System and the power of the White Flame within his body began to surge wildly.

"The Underworld?!" Among the crowd, the one who understood that aura best was Shi Xionglue—only he had ventured into the Underworld a hundred years ago to assassinate that evil god.

"How could it be the underworld!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

“Because this demiplane is about to collapse!” Vice-Bishop Zhao’s voice trembled with unease.

"What?" "What did you say?" Lin Wang and Shi Xionglue's voices rang out one after the other.

"This demiplane was originally built between the human world and the underworld!"

The surrounding space began to crumble at an increasingly rapid pace.

Vice-Bishop Zhao was pale and trembling: "But the energy from the battle just now was too strong! Our divine spell pierced through the entire plane—plus the fact that the Northerner forcibly smashed the plane's core earlier... This has greatly reduced the stability of this demiplane."

"Therefore, this demiplane cannot withstand the impact of such powerful energy and is about to shatter!"

Vice-Bishop Zhao's face was pale, but he suddenly burst into laughter: "Good! This is good! Once you're in the underworld, you won't have to worry about going back!"

The shattering continues, and in some of the broken sections, the grayish-white world of death beyond is already visible. Dead mountains and rivers, hopelessly wandering skeletons…

Vice-Bishop Zhao laughed maniacally: "Dying here will directly repay my mother's debt!"

She raised her hands high: "Mother! I have recovered so much debt for you all at once!"

Amidst Vice-Bishop Zhao's maniacal laughter and shouts, the entire demiplane shattered into pieces.

The goddess's temple, amidst billowing smoke and deafening roars, fell into the underworld.

"Welcome to the world of death." Vice-Bishop Zhao's face was full of victory.

In her smile, outside the temple, thousands upon thousands, and still increasing, of the dead were gradually gathering.

Skeletons and living corpses.

Wraiths wander...

With each rustling sound, at least several thousand of the dead awoke and headed toward the temple.

At first glance, it looks like an endless stream of believers heading to the temple because of their faith.

"Once we get here, including me, no one has any hope of getting back alive."

Her smile was extremely cheerful: "This is what happens when you steal your mother's power."

Lin Wang extinguished the white flame, raised his hands, and a dozen skeletons stood up beside him with a clatter.

"What happens to us doesn't matter. What matters is that you and your men get a good beating first, or I won't be happy!"

As he spoke, he commanded the skeletons to rush towards the Crusader army.

The fierce battle has begun again.

Shi Xionglue, who was standing to the side, originally wanted to swing his kitchen knife and go forward to attack—of course, not to attack the Holy Army as Lin Wang suggested. He had planned from the beginning to take advantage of the fierce battle between Lin Wang and the Holy Army to reap the benefits.

But he hadn't run more than a few steps when a pair of brown, vertical pupils appeared in front of him and swung a claw at him.

After losing her toy, the cat girl once again set her sights on Shi Xionglue.

Shi Xiong let out a slightly frustrated shout and turned to run—his speed had increased considerably without the armor.

But compared to Cat Girl, this speed is really nothing.

So he could only scramble and crawl to avoid the cat girl's attacks.

Meanwhile, in the temple square, the Crusaders and laymen once again engaged in fierce battle—many of the laymen were burial-type laymen, whose power had been greatly enhanced upon arriving in the underworld.

Therefore, the Crusaders had no choice but to engage in a one-sided massacre this time, and instead began a back-and-forth battle.

boom!
A young Crusader cleaved the skeleton of a layman in two with a single sword strike.

He took a step back, panting as he cast a divine spell on himself.

The Crusader soldier looked up and glanced outside the temple.

Outside, the sea of ​​the dead, the Great Lord, was less than a hundred meters away from them.

"My lord, the undead outside are getting closer and closer!"

The Crusader soldier shouted at his chapter commander.

"Ignore them! Those undead don't distinguish between friend and foe! They'll help us kill the mortal masters!"

A tall Crusader commander raised his hand and emitted a beam of holy light, instantly turning four or five skeletal soldiers in front of him into bone dust.

"Yes!" the young soldier shouted, then turned and lunged at a layman not far away—the latter was wrestling with one of his colleagues, and the layman was even biting his colleague with his teeth.

"You rude wretch!" the young Crusader soldier cursed, raising his longsword high.

Just then, everyone suddenly heard a piercing and high-pitched roar coming from outside the temple on the pale plain.

"Soaring!"

(End of this chapter)