I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Duke Howard felt a chill run down his spine under Lynn's deathly gaze. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm, and pointed his riding crop at Lynn: "Who are you?! How dare you interfere in the affairs of our nobles, do you know that...?"

Lynn completely ignored his nonsense.

He stretched his neck and walked step by step toward the thousands of fully armed enemy soldiers.

"You," Lynn's voice was as cold as a blizzard blowing from the far north, "have you thought about how you want to die?"

Chapter 202 Archangel

"Fire arrows! Kill him! Shoot him into a bloody pulp!"

Duke Howard felt his scalp tingle under Lynn's gaze, which seemed to look at him as if he were already dead. He was the master behind the Northern Merchant Guild and a powerful duke in the kingdom! How could he be intimidated by a mere glance from some unknown brat?

At his command, the noble private soldiers on the periphery, who had been stunned by the beam of light, snapped out of their daze.

Hundreds of crossbowmen frantically reloaded their crossbows, and the chanting of the mage corps rang out once again.

"You're courting death." Lynn stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at Anna, who was being held in Lisa's arms and was so weak she could barely breathe, and then at Nora, who lay in a pool of blood, her life hanging in the balance.

The raging fire in his chest had completely extinguished the fuse of reason.

“Lynn…be careful…” Anna reached out with difficulty, trying to grab the hem of his clothes.

"Close your eyes and rest for a while, leave the rest to me." Lynn's voice was soft, but it carried an irresistible certainty.

The next second, he turned around and faced the overwhelming barrage of armor-piercing crossbow bolts and the colorful high-level magic.

Just as the first volley of crossbow bolts was about to turn Lynn into a pincushion, the stone slab beneath Lynn's feet suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light.

A massive magic circle suddenly unfolded in the center of the square.

"What the hell is that?" Duke Howard's warhorse reared up in terror as it was struck by the golden light, nearly throwing him to the ground.

With a heavy metallic scraping sound, a giant metal foot, over five meters tall, stomped out from the magic circle. The ground of the entire central plaza shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal creature, completely covered in thick, bright silver armor, without any facial features, and with only a burning holy fire as its head, descended into the real world.

Temple guards.

The moment it appeared, a vast, sacred, and inviolable pressure instantly swept across the entire area.

The armor-piercing crossbow bolts aimed at Lynn broke and fell apart as if they had hit an invisible wall of sighs ten meters away from the temple guards.

As for the fireballs and ice spikes blasted by the mage group, they couldn't even penetrate the protective holy light of the temple guards, turning directly into nothingness elemental light points.

"What...what kind of monster is this?" The formation of the noble's private soldiers instantly fell into chaos.

Lynn didn't speak, but simply raised his hand, his fingertips pointing casually at the enemy formation ahead.

The temple guardian's head, burning with holy fire, turned slightly, and it slowly raised the giant sword of light in its hand, which was as wide as a door panel.

[Skill Activation: Rain of Divine Punishment]

The giant sword pierced the sky, instantly turning the clouds a dazzling gold.

The next second, thousands upon thousands of spears formed from solidified holy light rained down from the sky like a storm!

"what--!!"

"Help! My shield is melting!"

A series of piercing screams instantly tore through the square. Those noble private soldiers who usually acted arrogantly were as fragile as paper toys before the rain of divine punishment. The light spears pierced through their heavy armor, penetrated their bodies, and even blasted deep craters into the bluestone slabs of the ground.

Blood, severed limbs, and desperate cries intertwined to create a hellish scene.

In just one encounter, nearly a third of Duke Howard's prized elite private army was slaughtered.

“Well done…” Lisa leaned against the obelisk, watching the enemies who had been so arrogant just moments before fall like wheat. A smug, cold smile appeared on her lips, but the movement aggravated her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain.

However, during this one-sided massacre, the Abyss Bishop, standing beside Duke Howard, did not move an inch.

His scarlet eyes, hidden beneath his hood, scrutinized the temple guards who were wreaking havoc.

“Interesting.” The Abyss Bishop suddenly let out an unpleasant chuckle, his voice clearly reaching everyone’s ears amidst the chaos of the battlefield. “Level 79, a sacred species below demigod. No wonder he dares to jump out so arrogantly.”

He didn't even bother with the private soldiers who were pinned to the ground by the light spears, letting the holy light guarding the temple strangle them.

To the Abyss Bishop, these humans were nothing more than cannon fodder that could be discarded at any time.

“However,” the Abyss Bishop slowly raised the foul-smelling bone staff in his hand, “in the face of true power, such a large toy is simply insignificant.”

The temple guard seemed to sense the extremely dangerous and evil aura emanating from the Abyss Bishop. It abandoned its slaughter of the minions, took heavy steps, gripped the greatsword of light tightly with both hands, and with the power to cleave mountains, brought it down on the Abyss Bishop's head.

Before the sword even arrived, the terrifying wind pressure had already plowed a deep trench in the ground.

"Die!" Duke Howard was so frightened that he scrambled to the side.

But the Abyss Bishop didn't even try to dodge.

Just as the greatsword of light was less than half a meter above his head, the Abyss Bishop suddenly raised his head, and uttered a dull abyss syllable from his withered lips: "Shatter."

boom!!

An extremely dense black mist erupted from the Abyss Bishop. In mid-air, the black mist instantly condensed into a giant abyssal hand covered in tumors and barbs, which firmly gripped the greatsword of light that the temple guard was slashing down.

The temple guard's massive body stiffened abruptly; no matter how hard it tried, the greatsword could not advance even an inch further.

"Too weak." The Abyss Bishop sneered.

The giant hand of the abyss exerted its force suddenly, and with a crisp crack, the greatsword formed from pure holy light was crushed into pieces! Immediately afterwards, the giant hand slammed into the chest of the temple guard.

boom! ! !

A deafening crash. The level 79 temple guard had no chance to resist; his chest armor instantly caved in and shattered.

Its massive body, over five meters tall, was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the distant ruins, turning into countless golden specks of light before completely dissipating.

One hit, instant kill.

The entire room fell silent.

Duke Howard scrambled to his feet, watching the temple guards vanish, and suddenly burst into wild, ecstatic laughter: "Hahahaha! Did you see that? This is the power of His Holiness the Bishop! You reckless bastard, your trump card is gone! Now it's your turn to die!"

Lynn stood there, staring at the spot where the temple guards had vanished, his eye twitching uncontrollably.

He just scanned the Bishop of the Abyss with the Eye of Truth.

Bishop Klein of the Abyss

[Level: 91]

"Holy shit," Lynn cursed inwardly.

Level 91?! Above demigod?!

What kind of hellish difficulty is this? He thought he could go back to Holy Song City and act all high and mighty, but instead he ran into a level 91 monster.

Is the pressure really that high?

Can't you give me some idiotic villains that I can easily crush without any suspense?

Lynn took a deep breath, feeling a layer of cold sweat seeping out of his back.

He knew very well that if the Abyss Bishop had struck him just now, he would be nothing but ashes by now.

Conventional methods are useless. His available sanity is depleted, and with his meager magic, he's not even worthy of scratching a level 91 demigod.

Looks like we have to go big.

"What? You're not saying anything now? Where did your arrogance go?"

Bishop Klein of the Abyss stepped over the blood and flesh scattered on the ground and walked towards Lynn step by step.

The black mist surrounding him churned like a living thing, corroding the bluestone slabs with a hissing sound wherever it passed, turning them into pools of foul-smelling black poison.

Duke Howard, mounted on his horse, followed behind the Abyss Bishop, his face twisted with smugness: "Kill him! Your Excellency, extract his soul, I'll hang him on the city wall and set him up as a lantern!"

Lynn ignored Howard's barking. He lowered his head slightly, his bangs obscuring his eyes.

“Lisa,” Lynn suddenly spoke, his voice unusually calm.

"Yes." Lisa gritted her teeth, using her sword to support her body.

“Cover Anna’s eyes, and close yours too,” Lynn said calmly. “What’s about to happen might be a little shocking.”

Lisa was taken aback, but out of her complete trust in Lynn, she didn't ask any more questions. She immediately reached out and covered Anna's eyes, while also tightly closing her own.

"Playing tricks." The Abyss Bishop scoffed, raising his bone staff. "Since you've run out of trump cards, then obediently become nourishment for my Lord's resurrection!"

The raging abyssal magic gathered at the tip of the staff, instantly sucking away the surrounding air and forming a huge black vortex.

At this moment, Lynn had completely focused his attention on the system panel in his mind.

[Is the ascent confirmed?]

"Confirmed. Pull it to death."

Lynn pressed his mind hard on the button that represented the "+" sign.

125...126...127!

boom!

The moment Lynn's sanity level broke through 127, he felt as if his brain had been cleaved open by a rusty saw, and someone was frantically stirring it inside.

128...129...130!

The moment the sanity value stopped at 130, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

The black vortex gathering on the Abyss Bishop's staff seemed to have been paused, freezing abruptly in mid-air.

The sneer on his face froze instantly, replaced by an uncontrollable shudder from the depths of his soul.

"What...what is this feeling..." The Abyss Bishop stared wide-eyed in horror.

An anomaly has occurred.

There was no warning, nor any magical fluctuation during the process.

At this moment, the physical laws of the entire central square were forcibly rewritten by an extremely tyrannical and domineering force!

The bluestone slabs, originally stained red with blood, instantly shed all their filth and transformed into flawless white jade with a warm, lustrous sheen.

The surrounding ruins, burning flags, and corpses were all completely purified and turned into nothingness the moment they came into contact with the light.

The stench of blood and the stench of the abyss that filled the air were swept away, replaced by a sacred incense that calmed the mind and seemed to cleanse the soul.

The gloomy clouds in the sky were completely torn apart, and a huge, perfectly hemispherical golden dome completely enveloped the entire square.

Above the dome, countless holy phantoms could be seen bowing their heads in prayer, and ethereal hymns echoed in everyone's ears.

“Domain… This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!” The Abyss Bishop screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

He was horrified to discover that his proud Level 91 Abyss Origin was melting away at an alarming rate in this realm, much like snowflakes encountering a raging fire.

The black mist surrounding him was completely suppressed back into his body, and even his skin began to sizzle and burn because of this sacred air.

Duke Howard fared even worse. His warhorse was purified into ashes by the holy light, and he crashed onto the white jade ground, pinned to the ground by the immense pressure, unable to move even a finger.

"What...what exactly did you do?" The Abyss Bishop stared at Lynn and asked fiercely.

"What did I do?" Lynn raised his hand, casually wiping the blood from his chin, a crazed smirk playing on his lips. "I just thought, since you like being high and mighty so much, I'll find you a truly high and mighty ancestor."

As soon as the words were spoken, a huge crack suddenly and silently appeared in the very center of the golden dome.

It wasn't a crack in the physical sense, but rather space itself was forcibly torn apart by some higher-dimensional being.

A terrifying sense of oppression, many times stronger than that of the temple guards just now, crashed down like a tangible mountain.

"Crack crack crack..." The Abyss Bishop used all his strength to support himself on the ground with his bone staff, barely managing to avoid kneeling down.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone.

A huge, pure white wing slowly emerged from the spatial rift. Then came a second, a third…

Six enormous wings, capable of blotting out the sky, suddenly unfurled in the air.

Each feather flowed with liquid holy light, and with each flap, visible golden ripples spread through the space.

A tall, slender figure, clad in ancient armor shimmering with light and holding a cross-shaped greatsword burning with white holy fire, slowly descended above Lynn's head.

Despite the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart, Lynn opened his Eye of Truth and looked at the being suspended in mid-air.

Archangel Michael (On the Verge of Corruption)