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Chapter 628 Arrival
"boom--!"

The black tide at the horizon finally crashed fiercely against the white walls of Canaan.

That's not a metaphor.

Those were countless demons, their twisted flesh and blood forming a battering ram, launching a fearless and relentless charge.

The claws scraped across the white stone bathed in holy light, leaving behind scorched marks and a piercing shriek.

Corrosive venom was sprayed like raindrops, and plumes of foul-smelling white smoke rose from the city walls.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and decay, almost suffocating the living, clashing violently with the holy aura that permeated the city, producing an invisible hissing sound.

On the city walls, the human defenses immediately felt the suffocating pressure.

A young guard gripped his spear tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His body trembled involuntarily, not from the cold, but from the primal fear of the creatures of the abyss.

These enemies, in terms of strength, speed, and numbers, far exceeded his meager imagination.

The environment of the abyss is extremely cruel, adhering to the most primitive law of the jungle: the survival of the fittest.

Those who managed to survive the abyss rift and join the demon lord's army were all elites who had survived bloody battles.

And what about these guards?

Not long ago, they were just slaves struggling to survive in the wasteland, and had never even received a day of systematic combat training, let alone experienced such a brutal battle to the death.

A demon roared as it climbed the battlements, its withered skin covered in pustules, and its three scarlet eyes fixed intently on the young guard.

The guard's mind went blank; all the skills he had learned during training had vanished, leaving only the overwhelming aura of death.

However, just as he was about to be swallowed by that giant mouth full of sharp teeth, he saw the city below.

This is the "Promised Land" that he and others built with their own hands, embodying the hopes of everyone.

This is their home, the city they built with their own hands; there is nowhere left to retreat.

"The Lord will surely protect us..."

A faint thought arose in his mind, and he subconsciously recited the first verse of the Bible.

The next moment, a miracle happened.

A soft golden light emerged from his breastplate and quickly spread along his arm to the spear in his hand. The once plain steel spearhead now shone with a dazzling holy light, as if a candle had been lit.

The guards didn't even have time to think; driven by their instinct to protect their home, they thrust their spears forward with all their might.

"Pfft!"

Contrary to expectations of tough leather, the blade, burning with holy light, sliced ​​through the demon's skull with ease, like a red-hot iron cutting into grease.

The demon let out a shrill, distorted scream, its body rapidly melting and purifying under the scorching holy light, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating.

This scene ignited the entire defense line.

"Recite the Holy Word! The Lord is with us!"

"For Canaan!"

The guards seemed to have found their backbone, and their chanting rose and fell like a torrent.

Golden holy light began to flow over everyone's armor and weapons.

They were no longer weak slaves, but warriors.

The sword, burning with holy light, swung down, easily severing and burning the demon's body; the shield, imbued with divine power, steadily blocked the demon's charge.

For a moment, the power gap between humans and demons seemed to be erased by this divine power.

However, the demons' offensive did not stop.

These creatures of the abyss have no way out either. For them, defeat in battle might offer a glimmer of hope, but desertion has only one consequence—being regarded as a traitor and coward by the demon lords watching from behind, and being torn to pieces in a more cruel way, leaving not even their souls at peace.

The only path before them is to fight to the death.

The black waves showed no sign of receding; instead, they crashed against the white embankment even more frantically.

The power of the holy light is immense, but the guards' stamina is not inexhaustible. Every swing and every block depletes their strength.

One person's defenses collapsed, then a second, a third... Once the first breach appeared, the demons poured in like a flood bursting its banks.

The defensive line collapsed. Just as despair was about to engulf the land once more, a solemn and dignified chanting came from behind.

The priests, led by Moses, joined the battle. They did not directly engage in combat, but instead raised their staffs in the city square and throughout the streets, leading all the people hiding in their houses in devout prayer.

"The Lord is my strong shield and my fortress..."

"The light of the Lord will cleanse all filth and purify all evil..."

The power of faith of tens of thousands of people was united into one at this moment, guided by the priests.

A holy light, more dazzling and magnificent than ever before, erupted from the church in the center of the city!
A tidal wave of light swept across Canaan, bathing everything inside and outside the city walls in pure white. The demons that had just poured into the city didn't even have time to utter a scream before they were completely evaporated and purified in this vast holy light, leaving no trace.

The demon army outside the city walls was also forced back a hundred meters by this sudden holy wave, and their formation became slightly chaotic.

However, the demon lords who had been watching the battle from above the dark clouds showed no anger at all, but rather a look of pleasure.

"Oh, that's it."

A knowing glint flashed in Byr's dark green fiery pupils.

"Is this their trump card that allowed them to withstand the first wave of attacks?"

For these rulers of the abyss, those low-level demons were nothing more than expendable resources, cannon fodder for scouting, and they wouldn't care how many died.

Their value lies in this moment—successfully testing the strength and reality of this holy city of humanity.

"Although I don't know why these lowly humans can wield the Holy Light, the foundation of this power is too shallow."

Another demon lord, resembling a giant tumor, emitted a nauseating fluctuation of will.
"We barely managed to block the attack only because of the Holy Light's ability to restrain us."

"Their only strongmen seem to be the priests. And their power comes from the prayers of the ants below."

"If this is all there is to it..."

"Then there's no need to wait any longer."

Byr's will exuded a chilling killing intent, regardless of why the humans below were able to use the power of holy light.

But if they can use this power, then they are their mortal enemies...

The next moment, several demon lords who reigned over the abyss made their move simultaneously.

The sky was instantly torn apart.

Four enormous meteorites, burning with dark green abyssal fire, roared out of the churning clouds, trailing long, space-distorting tails.

That was not just ordinary flame, but abyssal demonic energy mixed with the laws of destruction and the curse of the soul. Each one contained a terrifying power enough to wipe the entire city of Canaan off the face of the earth.

The end of the world has come.

Inside the city, the crowd, whose hopes had just been raised by the burst of holy light, looked up at the four ever-growing "disaster stars" in the sky and were instantly plunged into deeper panic and chaos.

Prayers turned into screams, and hope was replaced by extreme fear.

Just then, an incomparably dazzling light shot into the sky from the spire of the magnificent church in the center of the city.

The light condensed and did not dissipate, transforming into a massive pillar of light connecting heaven and earth.

Within that torrent of pure light, a colossal figure slowly emerged.

Its fifty-meter-tall body, clad in strange armor with silver, red, and blue stripes, exudes a sacred and majestic aura, yet also possesses a geometric beauty that transcends existing life forms and is incomprehensible to mortals.

Giant of Light.

The four abyssal fireballs, powerful enough to utterly destroy the city, finally descended.

They struck the giant of light precisely on his chest and shoulders.

However, the expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur.

The four fireballs, each containing the power of a lord, landed on the giant like four insignificant sparks falling on steel, failing to even cause a ripple before being silently absorbed and annihilated by his silver body.

The giant of light did not even budge in the slightest.

Above the sky, the greedy and mocking expressions on the faces of the demon lords froze instantly.

Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of horror and terror.

Because they clearly sensed that the aura emanating from the giant of light, that vast, ocean-like, and mountain-like divine pressure, was not at all what they had expected from the spirit tablet.
Instead... something that has been gone for a long time, something that is now out of reach...

The deities of the holy throne!
(End of this chapter)