I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

Blood was still gushing into the river from the Alexander III Bridge, while the terrifying, dark purple Void Mantis, its body treading on the mangled flesh of the archmages, hurled its hundreds of pupil-less, scarlet compound eyes toward the Ares Square on the opposite bank.

There, more than 100,000 Parisian civilians who had not yet been evacuated were gathered, crying out in despair.

"For the glory of the Lord! Protect the flock!"

With a roar like a raging lion, five hundred heavily armored Templar Knights on the outer defensive line of War God Square drew their two-handed greatswords from their backs against the screaming and fleeing crowd!

They are the last trump card of the Western Vatican, and what Western media call a "holy melee meat grinder that doesn't require a loading bar".

Unlike the mages, they did not retreat and chant. The five hundred knights frantically squeezed out the energy bestowed upon them by the "god" in their minds. Dazzling white holy light burst forth from their bodies, forcefully stretching their muscles, which were originally those of ordinary people, into bulging bulges.

Under the infusion of "Holy Light Battle Aura", the heavy steel armor emitted a metallic scraping sound as it struggled to bear the weight, and every knight felt as if his body was filled with terrifying power capable of shattering a tank with a single punch.

"charge--!!!"

Five hundred paladins, their eyes bloodshot, slammed their powerful thighs into the asphalt, shattering the pavement. Like five hundred berserk heavy chariots, they charged in a visually striking and savage manner toward the Void Mantis that had crossed the bridge and was approaching the plaza!

In the global live stream footage from the drone, this scene appeared as sacred and tragic as a medieval epic painting, overflowing with hormones and a sense of power.

However, brutal war will never alter the fundamental constants of the universe just because you look tragic.

"hiss--"

Faced with this group of menacing, glowing humans, the Void Mantis merely tilted its inverted triangular head slightly, and a mocking glint flashed across its terrifying insect face in a human-like manner.

The next second, it moved.

There's no wind-up, no need for any unnecessary charging. Its terrifying burst speed of Mach 3.5 instantly pulverizes the air in front of it!

"boom--!!!"

A blinding white sonic boom cloud exploded in the spot where the Void Mantis had been standing.

Commander Arthur, the knight commander at the forefront, stared intently ahead. The moment his retina caught the sonic boom cloud, his brain immediately issued the neural command to "slash horizontally with his sword."

But to his horror, he discovered that his arm was not moving at all!

No, it's not that there was no action.

Rather, it's that his nerve conduction speed simply can't keep up with the pace of the battlefield at this moment!

The "Knight System" that Gu Qing casually tossed to the West behind the scenes was essentially just a massive amount of energy forcibly pumped into the muscles of mortals using external force.

It did not undergo the extremely painful "marrow cleansing" that the cultivation world of China requires, which even involves reshaping genes; it did not temper the fragile, porous bones of mortals into metal and stone; and it did not expand and upgrade their neurons, which are like old wires, into "superconducting optical fibers"!

Arthur's brain's neural reaction limit is still 0.2 seconds, which is the average human's.

In those 0.2 seconds, the Void Mantis, breaking the sound barrier, had already covered a distance of 300 meters, crashing directly into the Knights' dense formation like a purple hot knife cutting into butter!

*Pfft!* *Snap!*

Arthur didn't even see the monster's shadow. He only felt a gust of wind strong enough to tear his lungs apart rush towards him, and then, his proud right half of his body, filled with holy light and battle aura, along with his hundred-pound two-handed greatsword, were suddenly sent flying into the air.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

It wasn't until nearly half a second after half his body flew out that his fragile mortal pain receptors finally transmitted the excruciating pain to his brain!

"ah--!!!"

The piercing screams had barely begun when they were completely drowned out by a series of chilling sounds of bones shattering.

massacre.

A one-sided massacre with no suspense and no obstacles.

The five hundred paladins who unleashed "astonishing power" were like five hundred sluggish sandbags before the sonic monster. By the time they raised their swords, the monster was already behind them; by the time they tried to turn and catch their target, the monster's bone scythe had already sliced ​​their throats with incredible precision.

Even more tragic and despairing is that some knights, in extreme terror, attempted to force out more power than they were designed to unleash in order to wield their greatswords.

As a result, their mortal bones and ligaments, which had not been tempered by spiritual energy, were simply unable to withstand the terrifying kinetic energy unleashed by their own muscles.

"Crack! Sizzle—!"

With a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, dozens of knights' arms and legs were torn off and twisted into pretzels by the sheer force of their own muscles inside their thick armor! The white bone fragments even pierced their own skin!

The so-called "divine body cultivation" has become a complete joke in the face of biomechanics and physical laws.

What's the use of having great power if you can't see the target, your nerves can't react in time, and even your own body can't withstand the power?

Severed limbs and broken armor flew mournfully through the air above the Ares Square.

From the moment the Knights launched their charge to their complete annihilation, less than five seconds had passed.

The mutilated corpses and thick blood scattered all over the ground completely shattered the last shred of hope and psychological defenses of the Western world.

……

The Pentagon's underground command center.

A deathly silence.

No experts stepped forward to offer lengthy explanations, and no one prayed to God anymore. All the high-ranking military and political officials simply stared intently at the five hundred green dots on the tactical screen that had gone out in an instant, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Target movement speed: 1200 meters per second... Average neural reaction time of our personnel: 0.24 seconds..."

The Defense Minister slumped in his chair, his eyes unfocused, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows:

"They can't see it... their nerves can't even react in time. These aren't some holy warriors, they're just a bunch of blind men injected with some cheap stimulant!"

"We're using blind men with only muscles to fight against a high-dimensional supersonic fighter jet!"

Despair, the coldest and purest physical despair, completely overwhelmed everyone present.

As elites who command the world's strongest military, they are keenly aware that the extraordinary system that the West is so proud of is fundamentally flawed!

On the other end of the big screen is St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican.

The old Pope watched the broadcast footage of mangled flesh scattered on the ground, and saw the Void Mantis in the Ares Square, already stepping over the corpses of knights and raising its blade to slaughter the civilians.

The cross of light he was clutching fell to the marble floor with a thud and shattered.

It collapsed.

That tower of faith, built with arrogance, lies, and false divine grace, collapsed and shattered in the face of cruel reality.