I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

As the Great Sage Louise sang with melodious intonation, even reminiscent of bel canto, the sky along the Seine was completely dyed a sacred pure gold.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

As time went by, one intricate and magnificent golden magic circle after another unfolded above Louis's head.

The dazzling light even overshadowed the dark purple light emanating from the void rift in the sky.

"So beautiful!"

"My God, this is divine power! Lord Louis is simply an angel walking among men!"

"Let that hideous monster turn to ashes in the Lord's wrath!"

In live streams across hundreds of countries worldwide, billions of Western netizens watched the spectacular, Hollywood-style special effects with excitement, furiously typing away on their keyboards. The five hundred Templar Knights guarding Louis proudly puffed out their chests, slamming their heavy shields into the ground, forming an extremely imposing defensive formation.

In the subconscious of all Westerners, this is like an epic RPG game.

The mage safely casts his ultimate spell from the rear, while the knight withstands the pressure in front. Once the "sacred forbidden spell," which lasts for more than ten seconds, is finished, a devastating pillar of light will descend from the sky, instantly annihilating all evil.

What an elegant and civilized way of fighting!

However, reality is not a game, and higher-dimensional beings are not NPCs who stand still and get beaten up.

"Click—"

With a sickeningly loud sound of space shattering, the void monster finally squeezed out of the crack completely and crashed heavily onto the bridgehead of the Alexander III Bridge!

boom!

The sturdy, century-old stone bridge trembled violently, and large cracks spread out like a spider web.

Only now, through the high-definition lenses of drones, has the world truly seen the full appearance of this monster.

It was a terrifying creature, over ten meters long and standing a staggering seven meters tall, resembling a praying mantis. Its entire body was covered in a layer of void carapace with a dark golden metallic sheen, and on its forelimbs grew two translucent bone scythes, each three meters long, with edges covered in high-frequency vibrating serrations.

This is the high-level Void race—the Void Raiders, codenamed "Supersonic Mantis".

Its inverted triangular head tilted slightly, and hundreds of scarlet compound eyes simultaneously locked onto the human in the middle of the bridge who was glowing and chanting loudly.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

A hint of human-like...doubt flashed in the Void Mantis's compound eyes.

In its long-standing abyssal killing instinct, the prey either flees frantically or fights back desperately.

But why is this weak human body not only not running away, but standing still, shining brightly like a light bulb, while making meaningless noises?

Could this be some kind of pre-death welcoming ceremony?

……

"This is the consequence of not following the 'Tao'."

Gu Qing pointed to Louis, who was already singing for seven seconds and was covered in sweat, and said to Chu Tianhe beside her:

"Chinese cultivators emphasize 'intention preceding the sword,' and 'the unity of essence, energy, and spirit.' When a sword cultivator locks onto a target, their killing intent, true energy, and the laws of the universe interact within 0.01 seconds of the sword's strike. That's called instantaneous localization, that's called aligning with the Dao!"

"And what about this idiot named Louis?"

Gu Qing's eyes revealed a kind of sorrow as if looking at primitive people:

"He himself is just a mortal who has not tempered his physical body. Everything he is doing now is sending call requests to the system using extremely slow mental waves."

"He actually thought that this 'casting animation' lasting more than ten seconds was a kind of elegance?"

Gu Qing slowly poured the remaining tea from his cup into the sea of ​​clouds, his tone as cold as frost:

"On a high-dimensional battlefield where sound barriers are frequently broken, one entrusts their life safety to a loading bar that lasts for more than ten seconds."

"Are you going to chant spells and beg the monster to wait until you finish using your skills?"

……

Paris, Pont Alexandre III.

Louis's chanting finally reached its climax.

His face was pale from overexerting his mental energy, but his eyes were burning with fanaticism! The six enormous golden magic circles in the sky had fully formed, and the terrifying energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to distort!

"Only one last line left!"

Louis screamed inwardly, raising his staff high and straining with all his might to utter the decisive syllable:

"sacred--"

Just as he opened his mouth, before the syllable of the word "saint" was uttered...

The ethereal mantis at the bridgehead moved.

There were no screams, no roars.

Only extremely pure muscle groups, born for killing, explode in an instant!

"Bang--!!!"

The solid bridge surface was instantly blasted open, creating a crater several meters deep, and the flying debris was even vaporized by the terrifying acceleration!

Where the Void Mantis had originally stood, a blinding white cloud burst open—it was a sonic boom cloud created when the sound barrier was broken!

Mach 3.5!

This is the base burst speed of a high-level Void Raider!

In slow-motion live footage from a drone, billions of people around the world only saw a dark purple afterimage that instantly tore through the resistance of space and traversed a distance of three hundred meters!

What kind of knight's shield defense formation is this!

What holy light shield?!

Faced with the bone scythe's absolute speed of up to Mach 3.5 and high-frequency vibrations, it was like a heated knife cutting through butter, without even a spark!

Louis's pupils constricted sharply.

Before his retinas could even catch a glimpse of the monster, a gust of wind powerful enough to tear his soul apart, mixed with the blood mist from the Templar Knights who had been smashed in front of him, slammed into his face.

His mind went blank.

That elegant, fifteen-second-long incantation, representing "divine punishment," was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter another word.

Above his head, the six-layered golden magic circle that had taken him twelve seconds to construct, which looked extremely magnificent and was said to be able to purify everything, lost its final guidance from his mental energy and, like an unfinished webpage with no internet connection, made a soft "poof" sound.

Under the silent gaze of hundreds of countries and billions of people around the world, it instantly disintegrated into countless golden specks of light.

The wind stopped.

The Void Mantis had somehow appeared behind Louis, its translucent, blood-stained bone scythes casually twirling in the air.

Meanwhile, the Great Sage Louis, representing the highest level of Western superhuman combat power and dressed in a magnificent robe, remained in the posture of raising his staff high and opening his mouth wide to chant incantations.

However... there was a thin red line on his neck.