Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Galaron Loshutar, the Water Angel.

He opened his eyes, and his restrained divine light burst forth like sword light in an instant. Without pausing, he transformed into a stream of light and rushed toward the corrupted angel in the cage.

"O light, I will defend the weak and stand against Raymond the destroyer of the world."

Water Angel Power, Concept [Benevolence], activated.

"Light, I will avenge you and make an enemy of the tyrannical George."

[New condition satisfied; concept revenge detected; condition met.]

Transform the individual [Backstab Angel] into a new Avenger.

Fire Angel Power, Concept [Revenge], activated.

"O Light, I will save the world and stand against the evil Terry."

Justice is with you.

Power of the Angel of Light, concept [Justice], activated.

Now, the Crusader leaders have all been corrupted, and the concepts they formulated have chosen their closest new agents. Galaron erupts with unparalleled brilliance, attacking his brethren with the power of angels. Before the combined power of the angels, the tentacles of the evil god are utterly fragile; the corrupting force melts and dissipates as soon as it creeps onto the angel's holy body. This angelic body not only possesses the power of holy light, but its flesh itself is a mutated fragment of the evil god, making it virtually immune to corruption.

"Longinus!"

"..."

The right arm, empowered by [Justice], manifested Raymond's power, and the Godslayer Spear erupted with thunder and flames, piercing into the interior of the Corrupted Angel. At this moment, just as at that moment, the spear plunged into the flesh seam between the Silent Head and the Roaring Head, cleaving the Corrupted Angel in two like a hot knife through butter, leaving only a bit of skin.

My angel! Purify everything!

Sensing a profound threat, the Sleeper Triton ceased his insistence on controlling the Corrupted Angel, choosing to relinquish control. At the last moment, he issued an order to draw out Raymond's tenth-tier avatar, intending to use the Absolute Purifier to complete his plan of destroying the enemy.

Without the hindrance of corruption, the Angel of Light ascended to the ruthless Purifier in record time. In the first second, he locked onto the Angel of Water, Galaron, using his increased power level; in the second, he summoned Justice and the Divine Spear, and stabbed Galaron to death. No longer concerned with those doomed, the Purifier shifted its gaze to the receding slumbering Triton and the Dragonfather Yemortar. Without hesitation, the Purifier stopped in place and began to gather power, performing the ritual to annihilate life on the planet. Triton's divine domain had already enveloped most of the planet; in the Purifier's eyes, the world was already filthy.

"You won't succeed, Raymond!"

A cloud of blood mist gathered behind the angel. His physical body was destroyed, and the water angel rapidly fell under the corruption of the evil god's juvenile form, Lyle, his transformation happening much faster than before. The elegant vampire angel grinned maliciously as he plunged his blood-soaked sword into the Purifier's lower back.

The concept of [benevolence] is reversed, and [betrayal] is activated.

“If my fate is to cause angels to fall, then I will accept this destiny and drag you down from heaven once again! My brother, this is the blade that severs love.”

The more one respects and loves, the more resentful one becomes. The more one admires, the more one despises.

His emotions were twisted by the corrupted angel, and he fell into madness after destroying his closest loved ones.

The corrupted angel has fallen.

Its power level was disrupted, causing it to fall from the tenth rank.

The physical bond was severed, and the corrupting angel split.

The silent angel spread its arms, grabbed the two heads, and forced them to collide. In the instant of impact, holy light cleansed them, the filthy flesh turned to ashes, and the angel's wings unfurled once more.

Raymond Melok, the Angel of Light, enters the battlefield.

"That's enough, stop fooling around, you two."

Raphael Badmon, the Angel of Earth, enters the battlefield.

"It's an honor to fight alongside you again, Lord Raymond. Why are these bandages wrapped around me?"

The Fire... no, the Fallen Angel of the Void, George Edmont, steps onto the battlefield.

"Burning! Burning! Burning! Burning! Raymond! You're burning me with holy light again! Your death is near!"

The Angel of Light looked at the blood mist drifting in the air; the temperature of the rekindled holy flames further accelerated the collapse of the phantom.

"Galaron, my brother."

Blood Beads gave a faint smile, and the Water Angel spoke nostalgically.

"At least, my confession is genuine."

“You led us to victory once again, my beloved brother.”

The water angel has returned to the underworld.

"For the Holy Light! For Justice! For Humanity!"

The Crusader leaders regained consciousness, and the Legion of Light was freed from corruption.

Raymond stood like a banner before the gods. Behind him, the paladins regrouped, their blessings shimmering, their golden army resolute and united.

Chapter 852 King of the World

Four holy swords formed a cross behind them. Behind the angel, the Guardian Legion, managed by the Firebringer, wielded light blades. With the return of the Leader of Light, the fighting spirit of the group had risen to a new level. Flames burned on the black mud, and the paladins bathed in the light, awaiting only a command.

On the other side, black wings were bound by chains that stretched to the deep star field. Shadows climbed up the bandaged body, and [Revenge] whispered in the angel's ear, igniting the fallen angel's rage with the glory of the dead.

The light shines high above, facing the lonely god; standing behind that armor, one can feel a sense of security.

Angels and legions, dragons and dragon priests, liches and all races face the evil creator, their flamboyant will seemingly capable of tearing the heavens apart.

"Evil God, face your end!"

Triton's severed limbs grew new tentacles that reached into the black mud and gray clouds. His huge evil eye stared at everyone. The sphere without eyelids showed little emotion, appearing calm and indifferent, only cold and arrogant.

Do you think you've won?

Raymond is an unstable variable; a wavering piece cannot guide the final outcome.

I envy his outsider status; he doesn't need to worry about the rules of the world to freely advance to the realm of gods.

Unlike me, who can only appear in accordance with destiny at the turn of the times, amidst destruction and rebirth.

A heavy unease swept through every mind. At this moment, both the undead and the living felt their bodies grow cold. The already formidable pressure of the evil god continued to rise. Triton seemed unchanged, but if you looked directly at Him now, you could feel the suffocating sensation of having your throat choked.

I am the beginning, and I am the end.

I am the first, from whom countless beings have multiplied.

You are very fortunate to have witnessed the embodiment of the Holy Light.

Now, suppress your anxiety.

[Mortals, come and see the world itself]

The black mud surged back into Triton's divine body, the black tide that covered the entire planet reversed, returning to the god's body in a few breaths. The compressed black mud presented absolute darkness, a darkness in gestation, the silence before life descended upon the world, before taking its first breath. The process reversed, and darkness transformed into nothingness.

A new concept was born, a concept that everyone could perceive and understand without even realizing it.

Concept [world].

The tenth-order incarnation corresponding to the creator of the original text, the world recorder of the final text.

The concept of "[World]" encompasses all knowledge, all spells, all abilities, all races, and all souls. The one who governs "[World]" contains all the information collected from the Black Mud.

[You believe the Black Mud is the cradle of the old world, the birth of new life. But in reality, my divine realm also possesses the ability to gather information on all living beings. While the knowledge of the Evil God is the source of all laws, the countless techniques that have evolved are entirely different from that knowledge. Now, I have grasped the very origin, and I have also grasped the ultimate goal of the myriad techniques you represent.]

Triton's eyes moved, looking at Raymond.

Furthermore, corruption has dominated your body for so long, and my [world] has recorded your holy light. No origin is needed to enjoy the fruits of your labor; unexpected variables are incorporated into the overall plan.

[Any mortal who opposes me is an enemy of the world.]

This was Triton's carefully prepared trump card: indifference during the Allied Forces' march, indifference when the Lich resisted the Angels, indifference when the Broken Angels suppressed corruption, and indifference when the Angels of Light broke free from corruption. Because Triton was conceiving [the World], a reflection of the World itself, a replica of all people.

This means that the joint forces, having painstakingly restored all their combat power through cunning, are now growing in tandem with the power of the entire world.

The lich snorted coldly, showing little frustration in the face of the new crisis.

"It's just me hitting myself, I don't think I'll lose."

"Exactly! If I ever run into my own clone, I'll definitely punch that ugly face in the face!"

The crowd echoed their sentiments, their confidence as the original beings making them believe they wouldn't lose, even though they were facing identical versions of themselves. They shouted, their morale largely unaffected. Only when their voices subsided did they notice the serious expressions of their leaders and wise men; the [world] seemed more complex than they had imagined.

Seeing that the Crusader leader at the forefront had not yet given the order to attack, a dwarf quietly asked the red dragon overseer standing beside him.

"Why haven't they started fighting yet?"

The older dwarf gave an irrelevant answer.

“That intangible force records the identities and abilities of all of us. What do you think would record our information? Something similar.”

The dwarf scratched his dirty beard. "Um... a census registration form?"

"That's recording a small group of people. Recording a people, we call it history; recording a world, that's an epic. Recording the epic of all people."

"That's great, I've become an epic."

The Red Dragon Overseer glared at him, silencing the dwarf warrior.

"Epics are all about the dead."

Triton looked at Raymond, who had not made a move.

Excellent intuition, but that doesn't change anything.

Under Triton's power, [the world] changed. The concept materialized into a thick book, its pages turning, and everyone could perceive their own existence through the incomprehensible characters. Then, Triton tore out a page.

The Lich XXX has disappeared from [the world].

The sprite XXX has disappeared from [the world].

【…】

Similar thoughts flashed through everyone's minds, and the warrior who happened to recognize these people looked towards their location as if by some strange impulse.

The bewildered lives dissipated into fragments, a flash of white light, and they vanished, leaving nothing behind, simply because Triton moved a finger.

There was no way to resist; one's fate was like that of a character in a book, arbitrarily deleted and erased by the author, with each page disappearing and its corresponding life vanishing.

"Help me!" "I don't want to disappear like this!" "Sir!" "My dear!" "My child!"

They screamed, throwing themselves into the empty dust, the message of their lives vanishing flashing directly into their minds, impossible to shake off no matter how much grief washed over them. Before the gods, they were like playthings.

[Look what I've found! George Edmont.]

The angel's expression tightened, and he quickly turned to the black, bandaged man.

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