This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 198 "That's it?"

"Ugh—!!!"

The eerie green energy surged, and the Sun's screams distorted, filled with the shock, anger, and pain of betrayal. The destructive energy contained in Gammaly Quinn's attack deeply corroded its soul, causing its spiritual body to violently tremble and become even more unstable.

Nie Wei's voice rang out again, seemingly calm and gentle, but actually devoid of emotion: "Impotent anger will only destroy itself."

Before he finished speaking, he had already left the spot again. But his goal was not to kill the Sun Lord—he knew that he was incapable of destroying such a bloated spirit in his current state; that was the task of the main force.

His current duty is to give Gammary Quinn a good beating!

He hurled the Golden Gift, and the spear transformed into a golden streak of light. But instead of shooting at the Sun Lord or Gammaly Quinn, it slammed into the Bone Temple, the spear shaft embedding itself in the bones above the temple. Its brilliant light flickered, marking it like an incandescent light bulb.

A white glow shone brightly, like a pure white halo around the sun.

The golden spear pierced the pale bones, and the holy light, like a searchlight, illuminated the top of the Bone Temple, making it a striking white mark.

Nie Weiyang could sense a deeper energy connection between the Sun Lord and this strange building; destroying it would severely damage or even destroy the Sun Lord. But this task required a large force.

Once the marking was complete, he didn't even glance at the results and quickly retreated.

At this moment, the Sun Lord went completely berserk, letting out a deafening roar. Countless fragments of spirits shot out indiscriminately in all directions like a barrage of out-of-control bullets, stirring up a storm!
Most of them were bombarded with Gammaly Quinn, who had caused him such excruciating pain!

"Are you crazy?!" Gammaly Quinn exclaimed, both shocked and furious.

"Didn't it go mad a long time ago?" Nie Weiyang asked casually, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Holy Radiance Blade!"

He swung his sword, the light blade slashing diagonally, and the legendary demon, Du Kongmo, staggered to dodge.

Nie Weiyang glanced at the people fighting in the distance to make sure they had definitely seen the scene.

—Did you see that!
The thing that looks like a demon is the mastermind. If you encounter it, kill it if you can, fight it if you can't, and run away if you can't beat it!

Gammaly Quinn was on the verge of a mental breakdown. It was simultaneously fending off the Sun Lord's frenzied attacks, dealing with Nie Weiyang's harassment, and worrying about the punishment from its lord. What terrified it even more was the paladin's unbelievable familiarity with its fighting style!

Every time it swung its claws, Nie Weiyang could always dodge it with the slightest movement. That damned shield always appeared at the most tricky angle, blocking its real killing move at a negligible cost.

This guy's movement trajectory is even more unpredictable, perfectly taking advantage of the chaos and blind spots created by the Sun Master. Every time his longsword thrusts out, it is precisely aimed at the weak point of its energy flow, or the moment when the old power is exhausted and the new power has not yet been generated!

This feels... less like a real battle and more like a practice match that's been rehearsed countless times!

"Who...who are you?!" Gammaly Quinn deflected an impact from a fragment of soul and finally couldn't help but let out a twisted shriek, mixed with anger and a trace of barely perceptible fear.

The feeling of being completely seen through sent chills down its spine. It was as if the person opposite it had fought it many times before, and now, they were simply replicating their strategy!
Nie Weiyang did not answer.

He simply slid to avoid the claw attack and then swung his sword backhand!
"The Spirit of Purification!"

puff!
The dark mist explodes!

"Ouch!" Gammaly Quinn cried out in pain, staggering backward. The Sun God charged forward with a roar, sending it flying dozens of meters!

Anger, humiliation, and the extreme fear of punishment for failure finally overwhelmed its reason.

It can't go on like this!

We must resort to the last resort, no matter the enormous cost!
"You asked for this!" It roared hysterically, and the distorted dark mist around it suddenly contracted inward, forming a pitch-black singularity!

The next second, an irresistible, cold and viscous spiritual force suddenly surged into Nie Weiyang's consciousness!

It wasn't an attack, but a forced resonance! Gammaly Quinn abandoned the physical confrontation and was willing to burn its own soul essence in order to forcibly drag Nie Weiyang's consciousness into the illusionary realm it had constructed!
Nie Weiyang calmed down and made sure that his mental energy did not connect with the other party, but Du Kongmo's illusion was not something that could be defended against so easily. The scene around him instantly blurred, distorted and changed!
Mountains and forests, moonlight, the screaming sun god, the embers of an explosion...

Everything is fading, stretching, and reorganizing at a rapid pace.

Nie Weiyang felt a strong sense of weightlessness and dizziness, as if he had fallen into a bizarre, highly saturated kaleidoscope tunnel that was extremely uncomfortable.

Just a fraction of a second later, all the distortion stopped abruptly.

He stood in a 'brand new' world.

The sky was as black as the void, with huge, slowly writhing clouds resembling internal organs floating about.

The earth is made of some kind of warm, still slightly pulsating flesh, which feels soft, greasy, and disgusting when stepped on.

In the distance, there are mountains of gold and silver, but upon closer inspection, they are made up of countless twisted and wailing souls.

The air was filled with a cloyingly sweet, almost rotten aroma—the smell of desire amplified to an extreme and then decaying.

This is the illusionary realm of the Void-Crossing Demons, their 'ideal land'—a dream hell devoid of any sublimity or beauty, satisfying all the most primal, greedy, and vile desires.

For countless years, Torianga indulged in endless pleasures in his own fantasy, but unrestrained pleasure, coupled with immense external pressure and internal fermentation, would eventually turn into something sufficiently malevolent.

Gammaly Quinn's distorted form emerged at the center of this world, becoming enormous.

It spread its wings, made up of countless struggling arms, and issued a thunderous announcement, its voice filled with malice, pleasure, and the thrill of revenge:
"Welcome to my domain, Paladin! Here, your will will be devoured, and your soul will become a part of me!"

"Enjoy this eternal feast to the fullest! This is the ultimate evolution of the soul!"

A massive and bizarre complex of buildings rose from the ground, from which countless demons of all sizes emerged. They were not primitive fantasies, but rather highly advanced armies possessing kinetic weapons, energy weapons, and magical technology. However, limited by their racial instincts, their sense of order was almost nonexistent.

The instant this realm took shape, in the real world, Nie Weiyang's body suddenly stiffened, becoming as if he had turned into a sculpture. Only deep within his eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible, glimmer of light, representing a fierce struggle between consciousnesses, flashed by.

Meanwhile, Gammaly Quinn's tall and slender form floated to the side, the dark mist fluctuating violently, maintaining this domain at a great cost.

But it believes that no Homo sapiens can resist the corrosive influence of desires that directly affect the deepest parts of the soul!

It awaits to hear that melodious, hysterical scream, to savor that sweet, powerful fragment of the soul, and to complete its master's task...

However, one second, two seconds...

In the illusion, Nie Weiyang suddenly moved.

He slowly raised his head, and beneath his helmet and visor, his scarlet eyes showed no fear, no confusion, and not a trace of being corrupted by desire.

There was only one kind of... almost boring calm.

He even had time to comment:
"That's it?"

(End of this chapter)