Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Roderick strode over, his armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He looked down at the two men lying on the ground: "Your struggles end here."

The scepter in Bishop Samuel's hand emitted a final ray of holy light: "Accept the purification of the holy light."

"Brother Lin, do you still have any trump cards up your sleeve?" Zhang Zhiling asked in a low voice.

"And you?"

"Of course," Zhang Zhiling smiled.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Lin Bei suddenly bit his tongue, his hands rapidly forming hand seals: "The Ancestral Master's Jade Seal hangs in the heavens, the Five Directions reveal the command! This disciple burns incense to communicate with the Three Realms, respectfully inviting the True Lord to descend with his Dharma body!"

"I am acting on the personal decree of the Supreme Emperor!"

"Grandmaster! Help me!"

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiling abandoned the spell he was about to cast and chuckled, "Since you've already called me 'Grandmaster,' I won't embarrass myself by showing off, lest I get scolded by my grandmaster for trying to teach a fish to swim."

In the underworld, the hermit of Baopu Mountain was resting with his eyes closed when he sensed Lin Bei's summons and suddenly opened his eyes.

"That kid...he's here again?"

Despite his complaints, he still sent a wisp of his primordial spirit down with him.

Samuel and Roderick both sensed the powerful aura and their expressions changed drastically.

"They... are summoning a more powerful being to possess them!"

Samuel's voice was filled with shock, "Stop them!"

But it was too late.

An aged, ethereal figure slowly emerged from Lin Bei's body; it was none other than the Maoshan Patriarch, Baopu Shanren.

Baopushanren looked at Lin Bei's miserable appearance and couldn't help but sigh.

"You're getting more and more restless... You're almost wearing out my old bones."

When he turned and saw the figures opposite him, clad in silver armor and enveloped in holy light, he frowned: "People from the Western Papacy? They've actually gotten involved here?"

"Grandmaster, they are here to bewitch the people and harvest their faith."

"I fought with them, but I couldn't win..." Lin Bei's voice was somewhat weak.

"If you can't beat them, you call on your ancestor?"

Baopushanren snorted, "You little rascal, you know how to make use of resources."

He didn't waste any more words. He sensed that the old man in the white holy robe among the two people opposite him possessed extremely strong faith power, and the knight commander's cultivation was also quite remarkable.

It's already quite an achievement that Lin Bei and Zhang Zhiling have managed to fight these people to this extent.

"snort……"

Baopushanren snorted coldly, "Perfect, I've dealt with these people before."

"Their Western tricks about holy light are nothing more than this."

In his time, there were several large-scale conflicts between the Eastern and Western cultivation communities. In Baopushanren's eyes, the methods used by the Western Church were nothing more than unorthodox and heretical practices.

Those who rely on seizing the faith of others to cultivate themselves will suffer severe backlash once that faith collapses!

Samuel looked terrified: "This is... an Eastern deity?"

"Deities?" Baopu Shanren sneered. "I am Baopu Shanren, the founder of Maoshan."

"You barbarians from the West cannot comprehend the profound depths of Maoshan." The voice of Baopu Mountain Man came from Lin Bei's mouth, carrying a chilling and majestic aura from the underworld.

"Today, I will show you Western scum what happens when you oppress the people of Kyushu on Kyushu's territory!"

He raised his right hand slightly, and a golden bolt of lightning condensed at his fingertips, which he gently tapped towards the Templar Knights in the square.

The bolt of lightning exploded in the void, transforming into hundreds of hair-thin lightning lines that precisely pierced through the armor of each knight and exploded inside their bodies.

Hundreds of knights fell to the ground almost simultaneously, without even having time to scream.

Roderick swung his sword at the bolt of lightning, but the moment the broadsword collided with the lightning, it was jolted out of his hand and flew away, and he was also thrown away by the aftershock.

Samuel was terrified upon seeing this!

He had seen Lin Bei's lightning magic before, but the power displayed by this phantom was far stronger than before.

It was completely beyond his comprehension!

He suddenly took several steps back, crossed his hands in front of him, and formed a barrier of holy light.

Without even glancing at the barrier, Baopu Mountain Man casually waved his hand, and golden lightning shattered it.

Pfft!!!

Samuel was struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he crashed into the church wall, his life force instantly waning.

Roderick struggled to his feet, his armor mostly shattered and his body covered in blood, yet he still stood in front of Samuel.

"Your Western Church's holy light is nothing but a clay chicken and a tile dog in front of me," Baopushanren said coldly, looking at the two men.

"Back then, I killed countless of your so-called paladins and archbishops on the border between East and West. Now you seem to have forgotten the lesson."

A dark golden line of fire condensed at his fingertips and shot towards Samuel.

"Stop him!" Samuel shouted.

The seven or eight surviving knights simultaneously stood in front of him, raising their long shields to form a defensive line.

But it was instantly pierced by that line of fire...

A knight was hit by a bolt of fire. He screamed as the armor on his entire arm tore off along with the flesh, revealing the charred bone and flesh underneath.

His wounds healed rapidly in the holy light, but the dark golden flames seemed to be rooted in the wounds, and could not be completely extinguished no matter what he did.

"What kind of fire is this?!"

The knight retreated in terror, his wound throbbing with excruciating pain, and the holy power within him was being devoured by the flames.

Baopushanren ignored the knights and focused his gaze on the figure who was rapidly reciting a prayer.

Samuel closed his eyes, the holy light around him growing stronger, and he chanted a string of ancient and obscure incantations.

"May all people pray for your well-being..."

Baopushanren frowned slightly and raised his hand to interrupt him.

But just then, a silver-white figure crashed in from the side, and Roderick's broadsword, carrying its last bit of holy light, desperately slashed at Lin Bei.

Baopushanren casually slapped the broadsword with his palm, sending Roderick and the sword flying. Roderick crashed into the church's stone wall, his fate unknown.

But in that brief moment of delay, Samuel had already completed his spell.

"The Emperor has issued a decree!"

He slammed his scepter into the ground, and all the holy light around him transformed into a dazzling pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The beam of light pierced through the clouds, creating a white ripple in the sky.

On the western horizon, in a distant cathedral, a slumbering presence was suddenly awakened.

"Who...is summoning me!"

A few breaths later, the white light in the sky suddenly trembled violently, and a rift was torn open in space.

A hand covered in white holy light emerged from the crack, followed by a tall figure in a deep red robe slowly walking out.

This man had an aged face, sharp eyes, and exuded a holy aura dozens of times stronger than Samuel's.

He wore a long robe embroidered with gold thread patterns and held a heavy staff in his hand.

Samuel knelt on the ground, his weak voice filled with piety: "Your Majesty! It is heresy!"

"The heretics of this land...they have blasphemed the Lord's temple!"

Cardinal Casimir landed slowly, his gaze sweeping over this unfamiliar land before finally settling on Lin Bei, who was possessed by the spirit of Baopushanren.

His gaze sharpened slightly as a long-lost sense of familiarity awakened from his memory.