I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 64 The Hellish Town, the Roaring Fallen Holy Soul

"Do you know where His Holiness the Venerable Master is now?"

Carter Slade stepped forward hastily, his voice tinged with obvious anxiety.

In this mirrored space distorted by magic, he only saw Ye Feng's figure; the Ancient One, who always controlled the overall situation, was nowhere to be found.

"Something's happened in the Hell dimension."

"The Heart Demon has stolen dimensional power that does not belong to him, and Mephisto is furious about it. The Ancient One has personally gone to the border between the real dimension and Hell to oversee the situation."

Ye Feng explained calmly, his voice steady and carrying a peculiar soothing power.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the lingering worry on everyone's faces, and continued, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

"This time, we must not only eliminate the scourge of the Witchheart Demon, but also thoroughly purify the souls of the thousands of fallen holy spirits within the San Venganza Pact."

These words acted like a powerful tranquilizer; visibly, Johnny Blazer's tense shoulders relaxed, and Carter...

Shrew's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

"I will deal with the Witchheart Demon. You all take this opportunity to rest and recover your strength."

"Your Majesty."

"Could we—come with you?"

Logan and Clarice exchanged a glance and simultaneously took a step forward.

"Oh?"

"Tell me your reasons."

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, not directly refusing. He always held higher expectations for these two mutants with enormous potential.

Saint Seiya, who fears battle, will never reach the pinnacle!

Logan took a deep breath, the slight arrogance that had previously appeared on his face due to his comprehension of the microcosm completely shattered, replaced by solemnity and resentment: "We want to see with our own eyes just how big the gap is between ourselves and beings at the level of the Quasi-Father."

Even when facing Magneto, he had never felt so powerless.

"Okay, then come along." Ye Feng's lips curled into a very faint smile.

The next moment, the space fluctuated, and everyone's figures instantly teleported.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the military's underground command center was so heavy it was almost palpable.

Senior generals and advisors stared intently at the central screen, watching the demon witch transform into a plume of black smoke that swept across the land. An ominous premonition spread through everyone's hearts; the Holy See's Saints had been defeated, and the demon had clearly succeeded.

"Keep a close eye on him! Once you spot the right opportunity, unleash a barrage of attacks!"

The three-star general's voice was resolute, carrying a do-or-die determination.

The command system quickly relayed the order, and the missile silos deployed in various locations slowly opened, putting the intercontinental ballistic missiles into a ready-to-launch state, awaiting only the final launch command.

The town of San Venganza, this forgotten land, appeared even more dilapidated and eerie in the twilight. Amidst the ruins, the branches of dead trees twisted and reached towards the sky, like the arms of a dying man.

The spire of the dilapidated church leans askew towards the overcast sky, as if silently protesting against fate.

Wu Xinmo stood in the center of the town square, his feet on cracked stone slabs. He clutched the parchment contract, which emanated an ominous black aura, tightly in his hand, his face filled with uncontrollable ecstasy and greed.

"Finally—this moment has finally arrived!"

He couldn't wait to begin reciting the words of the contract in the ancient and slurred demonic language, each syllable causing a change in the surrounding space.

As he recited, the sky darkened at a visible speed, with thick, inky clouds pressing down as if the heavens were about to collapse.

A fierce wind howled, whipping up sand, gravel, and withered leaves from the ground, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur mixed with decay.

Countless mournful cries, venomous curses, and empty whispers appeared out of nowhere, weaving together into a terrifying chorus that shook the very soul.

Those were the fallen holy spirits, imprisoned for a hundred years, lamenting and desperately yearning to break free from their bondage.

"This is—the power of the fallen Holy Spirit's soul?!"

"No wonder Mephisto was so obsessed with these thousands of souls, plotting for centuries. Such power will ultimately be mine!"

As Wu Xinmo sensed the vast and surging dark energy, his eyes emitted a blood-red light.

"Lord Witchheart Demon, time is of the essence! We must leave Earth as soon as possible!" The three elemental demons surrounded him, urging him anxiously.

The parchment contract trembled violently, and streams of pitch-black, twisted, and ferocious souls surged out of it like a burst dam.

In an instant, the sky above the entire town was shrouded in darkness by the thousands of fallen holy spirits, as if the sun had been cut off and the town had fallen into eternal night.

"My God—what is that thing?!" In the command center, someone exclaimed in shock as they watched the high-definition images transmitted back by the satellite.

Even through a screen, the overwhelming evil and despair were suffocating.

"Launch the missile! Immediately! Right now!" The Presidential Office's direct order was also relayed to the command center.

The demon's appearance before everyone's eyes had a far more detrimental impact than the previous descent of the demon god Valak.

At the time, the spread of the Valak incident was strictly controlled, but this time, the battle between the demon, the evil spirit knight, and the Saint Seiya took place on the outskirts of the city, witnessed by countless citizens.

Even more fearless journalists were broadcasting live from the scene, with sensational headlines!

"Mythology has come to life; where will human civilization go?"

The ferocious figure of the witch in the scene stimulated the nerves of every viewer.

In order to curb the spread of panic and maintain the crumbling credibility, the top leadership had no choice but to choose the most extreme means, using absolute firepower to wipe the demon and everything related to it off the face of the earth.

Fortunately, the town of San Vergonzález is located in a remote, uninhabited suburb, so conventional missile bombardment would not affect the city unless... a nuclear bomb was used.

The order was given, and piercing alarms sounded at multiple military bases. The next moment, dozens of missiles trailing fiery tails tore through the sky and hurtled toward the town marked as the Gates of Hell.

The incoming missiles naturally did not escape the perception of the Demonic Heart of Witch.

"Those ants who don't know their own mortality!"

His bloodshot eyes were filled with disdain and violence.

Without even moving, he simply conjured up the hellfire that had already surrounded the town, transforming it into a massive wall of fire connecting heaven and earth.

The missile swarm crashed into the dark red wall of flames, but the expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur.

Those cutting-edge weapons of human technology, the moment they come into contact with the fires of hell, their metal shells rust and decompose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the delicate electronic components and high explosives inside seem to have undergone thousands of years of time, silently turning into ashes and disappearing without a trace.

Humanity's prized weapons of mass destruction appear utterly pale and powerless before a demon lord of sub-celestial level.

"How is this possible—how is this possible?!"

In the command center, the three-star general slumped into his chair, his face deathly pale. Aside from nuclear weapons as a last resort, humanity seemed to have run out of options.

Behind him, the religious advisors and mystics who had been urgently summoned were sweating profusely, frantically flipping through ancient texts and manuscripts, trying to find out the origin and weakness of the demon on the screen.

"Unable to find—absolutely unavailable! This demon is not explicitly mentioned in any known mythological texts!"

A seasoned mystic took off his glasses and rubbed his temples wearily and desperately.

"Either he has never left a mark on history, or he is just an insignificant little character in the Hell dimension."

But the power displayed by this minor character was enough to leave the human army helpless.

Unlike the demon god Valak, whose goat-headed form is highly symbolic, the demonic form of the Witchheart Demon, while equally terrifying, lacks sufficiently unique and distinctive features, leaving experts at a loss.

"Where is the Pope? Has His Holiness the Pope of the Sanctuary departed?" an advisor dressed in clergy robes asked anxiously.

At this moment, Ye Feng had become almost everyone's last hope.

"Our latest news is that he is still in the Sanctuary."

The communications officer's response brought the atmosphere in the command center to a freezing point.

Even if Ye Feng were to rush here immediately in the fastest fighter jet, it would probably be too late. In the scene, the demon had clearly completed its ritual.

The sky above the town of San Venganza was completely shrouded by endless dark souls, and the land exuded a strong hellish aura, as if it had been severed from the dimension of reality.

Finally, the last and most solidified and powerful Fallen Holy Spirit's soul broke free from the constraints of the parchment contract.

The environment of the entire town of San Verganza has changed dramatically. The evil atmosphere in the air is so thick that it is almost impossible to dissolve, the light is as dim as a total solar eclipse, and a biting cold sweeps across every inch of the land.

"Come! Surrender to me! I will grant you the freedom you crave, and the power of vengeance!"

Wu Xinmo spread his arms wide, roared to the sky, and fully activated the power of the hell dimension he had stolen from his body.

The thousands of fallen holy spirits in the sky seemed to hear the king's call, letting out even more frenzied roars. Then, like a black torrent, they changed direction and surged madly toward the Witchheart Demon, wanting to merge with him and push him to the peak of power.

Just as the Fallen Holy Spirit's soul was about to touch the Demon Heart's body.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The clear and resonant sound was like thunder from the heavens, echoing throughout the universe!

Several enormous swords, formed from pure holy light, seemed to have traversed space and appeared out of thin air in the sky above the town of San Venganza.

Ancient runes were engraved on the sword, radiating a powerful force that suppressed all evil lords and stabilized the order of space!

The moment the lightsaber appeared, space seemed to freeze. All the roaring, charging Fallen Holy Spirit souls were abruptly frozen in mid-air, like insects trapped in amber.

The wildly flickering hellfire froze solid. The Witchheart Demon and the Three Elemental Demons felt as if a mountain of immense weight was pressing down on them, pinned to the spot by an irresistible force, unable to move even a finger!

"The Sword of Light's Seal!"

Ye Feng's calm yet authoritative voice rang out.

The next moment, his figure seemed to pierce through a water curtain, silently leaving the mirror space and appearing in the center of this desolate town that had been turned into a half-hellish place.

The white papal robes with gold trim remained spotless amidst the pervasive aura of evil, radiating an inviolable sacred brilliance.