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Chapter 631 Power
This is...where?
Diablo's massive, chaotic body hovered above an endless sea of ​​light, his consciousness plunged into unprecedented chaos and trembling.

Beneath their feet lay an ocean solidified like crystal, every inch composed of the purest holy light laws, indestructible.

Above, there are billions of stars shimmering with sacred runes. They are not merely points of light, but rather the embodiment of some supreme rule, interconnected to form a network of order that covers the entire sky.

This world has no heaven and earth, no sun and moon, only light, endless light.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Diablo let out a roar from the depths of his soul, a sound that couldn't even stir a ripple in this absolutely silent space.

To directly overwrite and create such a complete domain world on top of the existing plane... even I, a saint, could never accomplish this!

His sacred realm is based on the real world, using its own laws to "distort" and "infiltrate" it, rather than being "created" out of thin air as it is now! These are two completely different realms, the difference between gods and mortals!
Just as he was filled with horror, the silver giant in front of him, whose entire body was flowing with liquid light—Noah—slowly extended his right hand toward him.

It was an extremely simple action, without any earth-shattering power or violent fluctuations of the laws; he simply raised his hand.

However, this action made Diablo's ancient soul sense danger.

escape!
This thought was branded into his instincts.

Without the slightest hesitation, the chaotic beast body, hundreds of meters in size, instantly unleashed its extreme speed, tearing apart the solidified space of light, and transforming into a streak of dark green light as it fled desperately toward the edge of the domain.

The shackles of sonic speed were easily shattered, dozens of times, hundreds of times... He even went so far as to burn his Saintly essence to push his speed to an unbelievable level, each flash covering an immeasurable distance.

But the silver hand was still there.

It approached him slowly and steadily, at a constant speed, as if ignoring the concepts of space and distance.

An extreme absurdity and fear gripped Diablo's heart.

He discovered that no matter how fast he accelerated or how he moved, the relative distance between him and that palm continued to decrease at a constant rate.

No, it's changing.

It wasn't that his hand was getting faster, but rather... that it was getting smaller.

Or rather, the "concept" represented by that palm is being infinitely elevated, while its own existence is being infinitely "compressed".

In my field of vision, the outline of that hand grew larger and larger, the lines between the knuckles were as clear as a deep abyss canyon, and the light in the palm was as dazzling as a universe.

His colossal, chaotic beast form, which he was so proud of, was as insignificant as a speck of dust before this hand.

Finally, after he had exhausted all his strength to struggle, he was gently held in that hand.

Endless holy light surged in from all directions, like warm seawater, yet possessing a destructive quality capable of purifying everything.

Diablo felt his holy body being dissolved; his indestructible demonic flame scales were as fragile as paper in the face of that pure light.

His heart sank completely.

Why……

Why would such a being exist in this era?
The shadow of death materialized and gripped his soul.

Diablo completely gave up resistance; all his pride and dignity were crushed in the face of the absolute threat of death.

He began to beg for mercy, sending out humble messages through mental fluctuations:
“Great being…please…please spare my life! I, Diablo, the ancient demon saint, am willing to acknowledge you as my master and offer my loyalty! I swear an oath on the River Styx to serve you for eternity!” To increase his chances of survival, he added urgently:

“I am an immortal holy figure! My value far surpasses that of those lowly beings! I can fight for you, plunder for you, and do anything for you! Kill me, and you will only have a corpse; spare me, and you will have a servant of the holy figure!”

Noah's deep, V-shaped crystal eyes, as dark as the starry sky, gazed silently at the tiny, ugly chaotic creature in his palm.

After a long while, a calm and indifferent voice came from the giant's body, resounding throughout the entire realm of light.

“My teacher once said that a saint is someone who never wavers and firmly believes that the path they are on is ‘correct’.”

"It seems you still have a long way to go."

There was not a trace of emotion in Ye's voice, only a scrutiny and judgment of inferior creations.

Diablo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He realized that from the very beginning, the other party had never placed him on an equal footing. His so-called holy dignity and value were nothing but a joke in the other party's eyes.

Despair gave rise to a final madness.

"Since you won't give me a way out, then let's all perish together!"

Diablo let out a final roar, no longer begging for mercy. With a resolute heart, he forcefully burned his own divine soul, offering himself as a sacrifice, attempting to draw down the sacred law of "decay" and "chaos" that had long been fused with him!

In an instant, an incomparably evil and corrupt aura erupted from Noah's palm. Dark green light attempted to tear apart the pure white world. It was Diablo's desperate act of detonating his own laws here, a suicidal act of risking everything!

However, all that responded to him was Noah's slowly clenched fingers.

"Click——"

The sacred laws that were powerful enough to corrupt an entire world were shattered without a sound, like fragile glass, before the absolute pure power of light.

As the laws collapsed, Diablo's tiny body also turned into the most primordial particles, completely dissipating into the light.

Thus, a generation of demon saints fell.

With Diablo's complete disappearance, this realm of light created by Jehovah also lost its meaning.

The space shattered like a mirror, and the blinding light dissipated.

On the battlefield, the silver giant still stood silently, and behind him, the white-robed figure of Jehovah slowly emerged. Around them were several slightly dimmed but still radiating holy majesty giants of light, like the most loyal guards, surrounding him in the center.

On the walls of Canaan, the survivors who had escaped death, from the priest Moses to the most ordinary guards, stared blankly at the scene in the sky, their minds completely blank.

That world-destroying demon saint... just like that... gone?
After a brief silence, someone was the first to react, kneeling down and letting out a heart-wrenching cheer.

"A miracle! It's a miracle!"

"Praise be to you! Supreme Lord of Light!"

"Lord Jehovah! You are our savior!"

(End of this chapter)