Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Suspended in mid-air, below lies a chaotic city, as insignificant as an ant colony. Finally... there's no need to worry about the innocent anymore.

He slowly raised his hands, the sword-wielding hands, where immense light energy gathered and compressed wildly, emitting a deep, resonant hum that seemed to tear through space! The brilliance of that light even briefly overshadowed the city lights and stars!

—Calibur!!

Buzz——————!!!

Two beams of destructive light, ten times thicker and a hundred times more condensed than before, tore through the night like a divine spear of judgment, carrying the power to incinerate everything, and crashed down with unparalleled precision and ruthless cruelty!

Boom! BOOM—!!!

There was no struggle, no resistance. The two enormous mansions, symbolizing the ultimate power and wealth of Helios and Ascalon in the secular world, along with all their reliefs, treasures, intrigues, and ambitions, vanished silently into the finest ashes the moment they came into contact with the pillar of light—like snow under the blazing sun!

The power of "Radiant Oath" was finally unleashed at this moment, without reservation and with complete and utter force!

The beam of light, undiminished in its force, resembled a giant's plow of light, carving two bottomless, molten ravines into the ancient and sturdy city of Janusapolis. These ravines, radiating blinding heat and an aura of destruction, left behind two grotesque, burning scars that pierced the city.

The flames slowly died out, leaving behind only deathly silence and billowing smoke.

Bai Mo hovered in the air, his clothes fluttering in the wind, coldly looking down at the two huge new wounds that had been added to the city below.

“Next…” He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the smoke and dust, locking firmly on the massive complex of buildings on the distant cliff, which appeared even more majestic, sacred, cold, and oppressive in the night—the Temple.

"It's time to get our principal back."

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Author's Little Theater ~

Author: Golden Finger Bro, just saying hi, make sure Bai Mo's skills don't kill the bystanders. Otherwise, accidental killings won't pass censorship.

Golden Finger: Who's your buddy? What does Bai Mo's skill have to do with me?

Author: Oh dear, I know you too well. The skills are said to be thrown by Bai Mo, but in reality, you're the one doing the actual controls, right?

Golden Finger: Get lost! Don't even think about it! Wouldn't it be better to just shut down this lousy book?

Author: Gua! You won't listen to reason, but you'll be punished? I really need to control you.

Cheat Code: Quack! What did you do... Uruwa—hiss...%#&*@...Curry stick...Pfft! ...Ex...Sizzle—...Saber-chan's...(gurgle)...Number Artifact Display...Beep! ...Holy Sword...Sizzle...Error404...Fate...Wait a minute? ...@_@?

Golden Finger: What the hell did you do, you lunatic?! Why have I become so weird?!

Author's note: Not bad, Golden Finger Sauce, it has already taken my shape.

Golden Finger: Rumble! Change back to Teeth! You despicable, shameless observer, Teeth!

Author's note: Shh~ Keep quiet. I'm a narrative person currently engaged in observation.

(I saw the preview yesterday and found that Xi Lian has really gained weight. She's now a fairy-like lady who's 163cm tall and weighs 55kg.)

Chapter 17 Xi Lian: Magic time is over, now it's physical time!

After Bai Mo left, the ruins of "Lianmo Bistro" fell into a deathly silence, with only dust dancing in the slanting beams of light. Amidst the rubble, a figure trembled violently.

It was the last surviving soldier in black armor.

His helmet was nowhere to be found, revealing a face covered in blood and filled with extreme fear.

His fine armor was shattered, and several deep wounds, revealing bone, were gushing blood—these were not inflicted by Bai Mo, but rather caused by him being scraped and falling from the ruins while scrambling to escape the horrific sight of his companions turning to ashes in an instant.

He huddled in the corner like a frightened wild beast, his teeth chattering, each breath a dying scream.

A loose piece of rubble was stepped on and made a sound.

Xi Lian and Jacob, who were about to slip away quietly, suddenly froze, their eyes wide with terror as they turned to the black-armored soldiers whose attention had been drawn to them.

Xi Lian and Jacob: Σ(???ノ)ノ! ! !

The black-armored soldier was also struck dumb. His bloodshot eyes met the two men, and he instantly erupted with a fear ten times greater than before!

Black-armored soldier: Σ(OдO|||)ノノ！ ！ ！ (An accomplice of the devil?!)

The instinct for survival overwhelmed reason, and the heavily wounded soldier burst out with his last strength, roaring as he grabbed the broken spear in his hand and staggered toward the seemingly "weaker" Xi Lian!

"Ahhhhh! Holy Light!" Xi Lian reacted almost instinctively, casting the spell in zero frames! Pure radiance instantly gathered in her palm!

A blinding beam of holy light shot out. At the same time, Xi Lian's gaze fell upon Bai Mo's frequently used wok, half-buried in the ruins at her feet. An absurd yet strangely fitting thought flashed through her mind—

(Magic time is over, now it's physical time!)

In the blink of an eye, Xi Lian's wrist sank.

"Go!" Xi Lian shouted, swinging her arm and slamming the heavy spatula down hard on the face of the black-armored soldier who had lost sight of her!

"Duang—!!!"

A deafening, metallic clang rang out! The spatula struck the soldier's face, contorted in terror by the flash of light!

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

The soldier's charging posture froze, his eyes bulged, and the bridge of his nose visibly collapsed.

He swayed, his eyes unfocused, and then, like a felled log, he fell straight backward with a "thud" and remained motionless.

On his forehead, a clear, slightly sunken circular mark was emitting wisps of blue smoke...

Jacob: (⊙_⊙) …(This girl's methods are even wilder than Bai Mo's?)

Xi Lian, panting heavily, looked at the dented spoon in her hand, then at the unconscious soldier on the ground. Her face was deathly pale as she murmured, "Bai Mo... your spatula... is of poor quality..."

Temple Mount, with its 999 blood-stained white marble steps.

Bai Mo is climbing upwards step by step.

His footsteps were heavy yet steady, each step seeming to strike the very heart of the entire temple.

The ordinary longsword in his hand was now covered with nicks and cracks, and the blade was soaked in viscous blood—some of it the crimson blood of the guards, and others of golden blood that flowed slowly in the grooves of the blade's spine like molten gold, emitting a faint glow.

Another reckless guard, driven by fanatical faith, roared as he charged down the side steps, raising his halberd high.

Bai Mo didn't even glance at him.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the broken sword was thrust out like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

The sword pierced precisely into the guard's throat, a half-inch of blood-stained, cold light emanating from the back of his neck.

The guard's roar abruptly ceased, the fervor in his eyes faded, leaving only a deathly silence and bewilderment.

Bai Mo flicked his wrist, throwing the corpse aside. It rolled down the stone steps, leaving a long, glaring trail of blood behind it.

"Demon...devil! He is the real devil!" A priest hiding behind a pillar at the top of the steps witnessed this scene, his mind completely collapsed, and he let out a shrill scream, scrambling and crawling into the temple.

Bai Mo ignored them completely, his steps never faltering.

The devil? Ha...

A chilling thought flashed through my mind. If becoming a demon could save the world… my foolish and stubborn brother would probably be the first to jump into the furnace of hell without looking back.

The last stone step was trodden beneath my feet.

The magnificent, breathtakingly pure white gates of the temple were right before my eyes.

However, on the wide platform before the giant gate, instead of the final, heavily guarded soldiers, stood an unexpected figure—

High Priest Vittorio.

This once powerful figure in Janusapolis is now in a sorry state.

He was tightly bound to a stone pillar symbolizing judgment by thick chains engraved with sealing runes. His magnificent sacrificial robes were torn, his face was bruised, and his once meticulously combed silver hair was now disheveled and stuck to his sweaty forehead.

He saw Bai Mo climbing the steps as if he had walked out of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses. His eyes, which were always full of calculation and majesty, widened instantly, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

Vittorio: 0_o!!

(Inner screams: Bai Mo?! He...he really came?! And...and he's doing this...?!)

"You! You should have said earlier that you had the power to single-handedly destroy the entire Januspolis!!"

Vittorio's voice trembled with excitement and fear, choked with sobs, "If I had known this would happen, why would I have gone to such lengths to tarnish my reputation and feign madness to protect that little devil Xi Lian?! I should have just clung to your coattails!!"

(Vittorio: Save me, White Mo! Save my Teeth!)

Bai Mo walked to the stone pillar, his gaze sweeping over the sealing chains. Without a word, he casually swung his broken longsword.

A soft sound, not the clang of metal against metal, but more like the groan of some force being forcibly severed.

The seemingly indestructible chain snapped instantly, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been dismantled in an instant by an invisible force.

Vittorio, freed from his restraints, nearly collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way. He hurriedly grabbed a stone pillar to steady himself, panting heavily. His eyes as he looked at Bai Mo were filled with relief at surviving a close call and a deeper sense of awe.

Bai Mo glanced at him and sighed helplessly. "Let's go, Master of Face-Changing. Your apprentice Jacob is still waiting for you down the mountain."

After saying that, he walked straight past Vittorio, his broken sword pointing diagonally at the ground. A mixture of gold and red blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto the smooth white jade floor tiles, making a soft "tap...tap..." sound.

Vittorio shuddered. Down the mountain? Now? Are you kidding me? There are still quite a few guards in the temple; who knows what they might do now?

I'd better stick with Bai Mo for now; at least he won't suddenly go crazy and kill me. Uh... probably not?

Even so, Vittorio still quickened his pace and followed behind Bai Mo.

Chapter 18 Bai Mo: I've worked so hard, so my sweat should be on the other side's head.

Bai Mo stepped across the massive threshold of the temple, the broken tip of his sword leaving a glaring trail of blood on the polished marble floor. Vittorio staggered behind him, barely daring to breathe.

The main hall of the temple was breathtakingly magnificent, with towering domes painted with murals of gods and solemn colossal statues on either side. Yet, at this moment, the atmosphere inside was extremely oppressive.

At the far end of the hall, two figures paced anxiously back and forth. They were Helios and Ascalon—two high priests who were usually high above and extremely noble.

Their magnificent robes were covered in dust, and their faces, once composed, were now filled with fear and feigned calm. Sweat streamed down their foreheads, and in the excessively quiet hall, the sound of the beads of sweat hitting the floor could almost be heard.

(Bai Mo: I've already tried so hard, so my sweat should be on the other side's head.)

Bai Mo's steps did not falter in the slightest, as if the two powerful high priests before him were not two pieces of eyesores.

"Bai Mo! How dare you blaspheme the Holy..." Helios tried to mask his fear with a stern rebuke, but his voice trembled slightly.

Bai Mo didn't even let him finish speaking.

The tattered longsword flew from his hand, transforming into a deadly streak of light! Its speed surpassed the limits of visual perception. One second the sword was in Bai Mo's hand, the next—

A muffled thud. Helios's body stiffened abruptly, and he looked down in disbelief at his chest—the broken sword, riddled with nicks and dripping with golden-red blood, had pierced his heart with perfect precision.

The immense impact propelled him backward, and with a thud, pinned him firmly to the cold, golden relief behind him!

He convulsed twice, the light in his eyes quickly extinguished, leaving only frozen astonishment. Bright red blood slowly flowed down the sword and the relief.

The High Priest of Ascalon was terrified at the sight! All his majesty, his schemes, his power—all shattered in the face of absolute death! He let out a scream and turned to rush towards the secret passage on the side to escape!

"Trying to run away...don't you think it's too late?"

The complex spell is activated again. (It's basically just randomly pressing buttons.)

Bai Mo didn't even make any spellcasting movements; he simply moved his mind.

A pure white beam of light, even more concentrated and violent than when it was inside the city, suddenly appeared out of nowhere above the Archbishop of Ascalon! With an absolute power to purify and erase everything, it crashed down!

"No! Eulonis, protect me!!" Archbishop Ascalon only had time to let out a desperate roar before he was completely engulfed by the destructive pillar of light.

(Olonius: Sorry, it's been so long since I've seen you, Priest, I don't recognize you.)

The beam of light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

All that remained was a bottomless, molten pit with wisps of smoke rising from it, carrying the acrid smell of burning sulfur.

The High Priest of Ascalon, along with the magic erupting from his body, his will to survive, and even any trump cards he might have had to protect himself, were all completely reduced to nothingness by this one blow.

The entire main hall of the temple fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the dripping blood from the corpses nailed to the walls and the chattering of Vittorio's teeth.

Bai Mo walked expressionlessly to the wall, grasped the hilt of the broken sword, and casually pulled it out.

"Clang." The corpse slumped to the ground.

He flicked the sticky blood off his sword, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic hall that symbolized the core of the temple's highest power, finally settling on Vittorio's bloodless face.

“Let’s go, Master of Disguise.” Bai Mo said in a flat tone, “There’s too much dust here, and the smell… isn’t very pleasant either.” He glanced meaningfully at the pool of blood on the ground, which still hadn’t congealed and belonged to High Priest Helios.

Gate to a Hundred Realms, open!

"Yanusapolis! We're here!" Tian took the lead, the golden doors slowly disappearing behind her, and she burst out like a little cannonball, excitedly waving her little fists.

"Tian! Slow down! I already said the situation is unclear..." Tibao followed closely behind, her anxious shouts abruptly stopped.

Her deep blue pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the shocking scene in the distance above the city—a pure, terrifying beam of destructive light, like a whip of divine punishment, was sweeping fiercely across the city of Janusapolis from mid-air!