I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

third step.

The spear thrust straight in.

The spear tip didn't touch anyone, but the shockwave it generated acted like an invisible wall, killing all the remaining knights and mages.

Three steps to clear the area.

Only Theodore remained standing.

He was enveloped in a blood-red shield, and his feet left two deep furrows in the ground.

Theodore looked up, his face flushed, the fake smile completely gone.

Lynn stepped forward and stood to the side and behind the temple guards. He looked at Theodore, who was in a sorry state, twenty meters away, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

“Bishop Theodore, what did you call me just now?”

"A little bug?"

Chapter Ninety-Eight Annihilation

Theodore couldn't understand what this terrifying golden giant was.

Summoned creature? Puppet?

Regardless of which one it is, its level has far surpassed his.

Just as mortals look up at the stars, the stars don't even need to do anything; their very existence is an insurmountable barrier.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Theodore's voice no longer carried the composed confidence it once had.

Lynn smiled but did not answer.

He simply took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with the temple guards.

The temple guard slowly raised the tower shield in his left hand, the heavy edge of the shield tapping lightly on the ground.

"Boom."

A golden ripple spread out from the point where the shield landed, instantly sweeping across Theodore.

Theodore's crimson shield flickered violently, as if it might shatter at any moment.

He was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood and sliding backward several meters uncontrollably.

The shockwave from the shield landing nearly shattered his last line of defense.

"Bastard!"

Theodore wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He knew there was no way he could escape.

From the moment this golden giant appeared, this space seemed to be completely sealed off, and he couldn't even sense the most basic spatial fluctuations.

Since that's the case, then we have no choice but to fight to the death!

"You forced me to do this!"

Theodore roared and raised the dark red crystal ball high in his hand.

"With my blood as a guide, I respectfully welcome the projection of the abyss."

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the crystal ball.

The dark red crystal ball suddenly burst out with dazzling blood-red light, and the strange light patterns on the surface of the ball began to twist and wander wildly.

An aura far more evil and filthy than before emanated from the crystal ball.

The sky darkened again.

An evil force from the abyss is attempting to tear through space and unleash its will.

Beside the cabin, Lisa's expression instantly turned extremely solemn. She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and stood protectively in front of Anna.

"Your Highness, it is a projection of a high-ranking demon."

Anna's gaze was also fixed on the crystal ball in Theodore's hand.

"It's not just a simple projection. That crystal ball contains a wisp of the Abyss Lord's will... Theodore has gone mad. He wants to turn this place into a breeding ground for the Abyss."

Summoning a projection of the will of an abyss lord comes at a great cost, and if it gets out of control, the caster will be devoured by that will and transformed into a mindless demon.

Theodore was clearly driven to the brink and was prepared to take everyone down with him.

Amidst the blood-red light, a blurry outline is slowly taking shape.

Its outline had the head of a goat, with tattered bat wings behind it, and countless twisted tentacles tumbling beneath it, emitting nauseating roars.

The mere appearance of its outline made the surrounding air stink, and black liquid began to seep from the ground.

Lynn frowned.

He could feel his reason being eroded by this evil aura.

"That's disgusting."

Lynn said softly.

The temple guards seemed to hear his thoughts.

For the first time, its usually calm and still golden head moved.

It slowly raised its head and looked at the demon projection that was gathering in the sky.

Then, it raised the spear in its right hand.

The spearhead pointed straight to the sky.

The next second, all was silent.

All sound disappeared.

The sounds of wind, insects, demons, Theodore's panting... everything was completely erased in that instant.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a still oil painting.

The only thing that was moving was the tiny golden light shining from the tip of the temple guard's spear.

That golden light was so soft, even somewhat dim, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But this tiny glimmer of light became the only source of light in this desolate world.

Theodore's crazed expression froze.

He was horrified to discover that his connection with the projection of the abyss was being forcibly severed by an irresistible force.

The demonic projection that was about to take shape let out a wail the moment it came into contact with that golden light, then melted away inch by inch, eventually turning into nothingness.

The crimson hue in the sky quickly faded, and clarity returned.

It was as if the cataclysmic scene that had just occurred had never happened.

"puff."

Theodore coughed up another mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees, utterly exhausted.

The summoning was forcibly interrupted, and his soul suffered an unimaginable backlash.

The dark red crystal ball in his hand also snapped and completely lost its luster.

"No...it's impossible..."

Theodore muttered to himself in a daze, "That's... the will of the Abyss Lord..."

Even the slightest trace of willpower possesses power approaching that of a demigod.

But now, it was just like that... purified by the other party's simple gesture of raising a gun?

What level of power is this?

He raised his head and looked at the golden giant with an almost desperate gaze.

The giant was looking down at him with his head down, like a god looking down at an ant.

Lynn slowly walked up to Theodore and looked down at him.

"Any other tricks up your sleeve?" Lynn asked calmly. "Show us everything you have."

Theodore's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Tactics?

His biggest trump card has been effortlessly crushed by his opponent.

"No...don't kill me..."

Faced with absolute death, this once arrogant bishop finally abandoned all his dignity and began to beg.

“I am the bishop of Windbreak City… If you kill me, the Church will not let you off the hook…”

"Please, let me go... I promise I'll never cause you any more trouble..."

Lynn looked at his pathetic state and suddenly felt a little bored.

He couldn't even be bothered to say another word.

Lynn turned his head and glanced at the temple guard beside him.

"Make him disappear."

The temple guards received the order.

It slowly raised the spear in its right hand, and the spear began to disintegrate.

The physical spear formed from holy light transformed into billions of dazzling golden specks, like an inverted galaxy, slowly rising into the air.

On the mountaintop, night seemed to have fallen early.

Only that "galaxy" of light spots illuminated everyone's faces.

Lisa was completely stunned as she stood beside the wooden house.

Her mouth was agape, and her usually indifferent black eyes were now filled with shock.

As a seasoned shamanic nun, she had seen all sorts of powerful spells.

Holy Light Judgment, Meteor Shower, Forbidden Spells...

But no spell can compare to what is happening before our eyes.

This is... a miracle.

It is a scene that only appears in ancient texts when describing divine punishment.

Anna's reaction was calmer than Lisa's, but her tightly clenched hands betrayed her inner turmoil.

She stared at the Milky Way of Light in the sky, her beautiful eyes reflecting billions of starlight.

Under their stunned gazes, the billions of points of light in the sky began to distort.

Each point of light transformed into a short, golden spear about a foot long.

Thousands upon thousands, densely packed.

The sky was filled with countless light guns, forming a deathly dome that completely enveloped Theodore.

Theodore knelt on the ground, looking up at the "starry sky" made of death above him.

The fear and pleading were no longer visible on his face.

"I see……"

He suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with utter desolation.

"The power of a demigod."

"I actually... dared to attempt to be an enemy of such a being..."

"Greymond...you've lied to me so badly..."

In his final moments, he finally understood.

Lynn is not some little bug at all.

He is a monster disguised as a mortal...