I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Paris, Pont Alexandre III.

The wind began to flow again along the Seine, but now it carried no French romance, only an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood.

The screens of hundreds of live streams around the world seemed to be paused at that moment. Billions of eyes were fixed on the center of the screen—where the Great Sage Louis, still holding his staff high and chanting, looked like a comical sculpture.

On his retina, the magnificent skill bar for [Divine Absolute Barrier] was stuck at "99%".

With just 0.1 seconds left, or the last ancient Latin syllable, this magical shield, said to be able to withstand missile bombardment, will be completed.

However, the real truth is that there has never been any "readout protection mechanism".

"Tick-tock".

A drop of warm blood trickled down Louis's pale chin and onto his pure white robe, which was adorned with hundreds of gemstones and hand-sewn overnight by the Vatican.

Then, under the extremely horrified gaze of audiences around the world.

A red line, thinner than a hair, suddenly split open on Louis's neck!

"Pfft—!"

A jet of blood shot into the sky like a fountain!

The head of the Twelve Holy Mages, who was conferred a title by the Vatican, hailed as the "Light of Humanity" by the entire Western media, and claimed to be able to crush the crude cultivation of Eastern immortals with noble magic, had his golden hair, blue eyes, and a face still bearing the marks of piety and astonishment slip off his neck like a ripe watermelon and crash heavily onto the cracked bridge surface.

"Bang!"

The extremely expensive mithril staff, inlaid with a fist-sized holy light magic core and used as a "signal transmitter," also fell to the ground with a crisp, desperate cry.

Sold out instantly.

There were no earth-shattering magical clashes, no epic exchanges of blows. The romantic turn-based duels that Westerners fantasize about—"you throw a fireball, I cast a light shield"—are, in reality, like child's play in kindergarten.

Faced with overwhelming speed, Louis didn't even get to utter the last syllable of his spell, which lasted for over ten seconds, before becoming a headless corpse.

Only now did the five hundred Templar Knights behind him, who were in perfect defensive formation, and the thousands of priests who were praying with their eyes closed, hear the belated, air-tearing sonic boom produced when the Void Mantis broke the sound barrier!

"BOOM—!!!"

A sonic boom of Mach 3.5, mixed with the scalding blood spurting from Louis's neck, instantly splattered the knights behind him like a Category 12 hurricane. The heavy steel tower shields screeched under the impact of the shockwave, and the front formation was knocked about by the pure physical kinetic energy.

"Lord Louis...?!"

A knight commander closest to the front row abruptly wiped the blood from his face. When he saw the head lying dead at his feet, his mortal nerves, untouched by true cultivation, completely shut down for two seconds.

"Monster! It's behind us! For the glory of the Lord, kill it!"

After a brief silence, hysterical screams finally erupted from the bridge.

The thousands of priests and hundreds of knights finally recovered from the immense shock. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they frantically raised their staffs and longswords, desperately trying to channel their "mental power" into their minds.

"Great Lord, grant me..."

"The sacred light has transformed into a sharp blade of punishment..."

A series of chaotic yet incredibly lengthy ancient Latin incantations began to echo wildly across the bridge. Everyone frantically gestured in the air towards the glowing magic circles, anxiously staring at the slowly progressing "skill casting bar" in their vision, trying to connect to the high-up "Kunlun Server" and pray for fireballs and holy light to descend and destroy the demon before them.

In Hollywood movies or those poorly made online games, the boss at this moment would usually stand still and let out a few roars, patiently waiting for players to add all the colorful special effects.

However, for this Void Mantis, whose base burst speed is as high as 1200 meters per second, these humans standing still and muttering to themselves are simply the most ridiculous live targets in the world.

"hiss--!"

The Void Mantis tilted its inverted triangular head slightly and emitted an extremely piercing, mocking high-frequency insect chirp.

It didn't even bother to use high-dimensional energy; it simply relied on its powerful biological carapace and terrifying kinetic energy to casually cross and swing its two translucent bone scythes in the air!

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three dark purple vacuum wind blades, each over ten meters long and formed by cutting through the air at extremely high speeds, swept out instantly at a speed completely imperceptible to the naked eye!

"Holy Light Protection...!"

The knight commander, regaining his senses, only managed to utter three words. The golden light shield in front of him, loaded by the "Holy Light System" and barely half-formed, shattered into countless specks of light the instant it touched the wind blade!

Without Gu Qing's "invincible filter" provided in secret, these "pseudo-superhumans" who could only recite the instructions were as fragile as a piece of waterlogged paper when faced with the monster's high-speed cutting.

The wind blade sliced ​​through the legion commander's waist without resistance, cleanly cleaving him in two along with his holy-enchanted heavy armor. Then, with undiminished force, it plowed through the entire bridge surface with devastating force!

Pfft pfft pfft—

Blood spurted out like a torrential rain!

Severed limbs, along with shredded, ornate robes and crosses, fluttered mournfully in the sky above the Seine.

Those priests who were chanting their spells with their eyes closed, reaching the fifth or eighth second, didn't even see the enemy's shadow, nor did they have time to utter a painful cry, before being sliced ​​into a cloud of blood mist by the violent wind blades. The magnificent magic circles that were halfway drawn in mid-air went out one after another like neon lights short-circuiting, with the death of the casters.

massacre.

This was a one-sided massacre that was entirely predictable, extremely cruel, and full of dark humor.

There is no such tactical coordination as "front-line knights tanking damage, back-line mages dealing damage." Under absolute speed suppression, the fatal "casting delay" of the Western transcendental system becomes the biggest death knell.

In less than ten seconds, the Void Mantis transformed into a purple lightning bolt, darting back and forth across the wide bridge seven times. Each time it turned back, hundreds of heads shot into the sky.

As the last young priest, with tears in his eyes, desperately uttered the word "Amen," a faint ray of healing light just began to appear in his trembling hands.

A cold bone spur had pierced through the back of his head and through his mouth, leaving him suspended in mid-air like a rag doll.

That laughable healing light, faced with a penetrating wound that could kill instantly, couldn't even stop the bleeding before it quickly dissipated.

The entire Pont Alexandre III was transformed into a bloody hell. Blood cascaded down the bridge's drainage holes into the Seine, turning the river a shocking crimson.

The 1,500 "extraordinary elites" who were pinned on by the West and hailed as the saviors of the world were all wiped out.

……

"vomit--!"

In front of live stream screens in hundreds of countries around the world, countless Western netizens watching this "exorcism show" knelt down in front of their screens and began vomiting violently.

In the CNN studio, the star host who had just been passionately praising Western magic as "noble, elegant, and highly ritualistic" was now deathly pale, his whole body trembling violently as if he had a seizure, and a foul-smelling yellow stain had seeped from his crotch. He didn't even notice that the microphone in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Inside the White House's underground nuclear bunker.

The American president, like a soulless zombie, stared intently at the screen displaying the mangled flesh and the cold tactical report just released by the Pentagon:

"Total combat duration: 9.2 seconds. Number of magic attacks received by the enemy: 0."

Deadly spellcasting animation.

These seven words, without the need for any expert interpretation, are like a red-hot branding iron, cruelly and directly searing them into the depths of the soul of every Westerner.

They finally realized that their proud "casting spells" was not a sacred ritual in the real, brutal, high-dimensional war; it was just background music before feeding the monsters!