Chapter 882: What Kind of Magic Are You Using?!

"What is going on?!"

"What is the situation?!"

Inside the store within Canglan City, a massive crowd of people could not help but turn their eyes toward this direction.

"What happened?!" Merlin, the mage clerk, also peered out through the shop door, only to see the outside tightly surrounded by heavily armed warriors and priests, each radiating an aura that was utterly terrifying!

Not to mention the figure walking through the door, escorted by several cardinals.

"You... aren't you...?!"

"Saint Dulan?!" Merlin’s expression changed sharply.

The Saint-level powerhouses of the Judgment Temple were vastly different from ordinary ones; their combat strength was by no means on the same level.

Over thousands of years, they had taught the warriors resisting the Judgment Temple countless bloody lessons—their true strength was always far greater than their nominal rank suggested!

Furthermore, the truly powerful among them could communicate with the gods, bringing divine grace down to the mortal realm.

Possessing the ultimate spells and combat techniques bestowed by the deities, when they displayed all of this before the world, they could wield power far surpassing the peak of the Saint-level, a might known as—demigod!

It was precisely because of this that the faith led by the Judgment Temple had always represented the absolute pinnacle of power in the Western Continent!

Immediately after, the expressions of many people inside the shop changed as well.

Seeing this reaction, Saint Dulan was exceedingly satisfied, spreading his hands as if his entire being were bathed in holy divine light: "Those who recognize the times are wise. The gods have cast their gaze upon this land; the old era is about to pass, and a new glory is about to arrive!"

"Now, on behalf of the great and merciful God, I offer you a chance to choose anew. Will you...?"

"Wait... what did you just say?!" At that moment, Saint Dulan was interrupted by Wilson, the Grand Sword Saint of the Empire. "You said... our Empire no longer exists?"

"Of course!" Saint Dulan walked slowly out of the shop door, a look of immense pride upon his aged face, as if he were introducing a magnificent, unfolding legend to the crowd. "From this day forward, not only that, but I believe there will be no need for any nation on this continent to exist. Because... everyone will be citizens of a single nation! The citizens... of God!"

"You've said so much...!" Wilson, the Grand Sword Saint, said coldly. "But you still haven't told us where this God is!"

Saint Dulan froze for a moment, then looked at him and burst into laughter: "Have you not realized it yet?!"

"Realized what?!" The crowd glared at him.

"Realized that..." As he spoke, he slowly retreated to the center of the street, manifesting his divine presence before everyone. The sky and earth seemed to darken in accordance with his will, and then a beam of golden celestial light shone down from the clouds, enveloping his entire body in an incredibly massive power.

An invisible force slowly lifted him into mid-air, and the surging energy made everything around him restless and uneasy...

"Whoosh—!"

"My goodness—!"

"This power is definitely beyond the peak of the Saint-level... Could it be...?!"

Even Saint Hines, seated high atop the sky dragon, looked down and nodded slightly.

Countless powerful individuals of the Radiant Legion around them revealed looks of immense envy and reverence, and the air was filled with gasps and screams of pleasant surprise.

Ultimately, it all converged into a roaring shout that sounded like a mountain torrent or a tsunami: "Congratulations to Lord Saint Dulan for stepping into the demigod realm!"

"Do you feel this power?! Now, before you, I am God!" Saint Dulan looked down from his high vantage point, staring at the players who had just emerged from the shop, and spoke loudly.

Beside him, Saint Hines nodded: "Lord Dulan, the display of authority is sufficient. Next..."

He sneered at everyone: "Those who wish to forever enjoy the brilliance of God, turn around now and burn down this shop behind you! As for those who are unwilling..."

...

At this moment, high above the sky, within the most magnificent temple floating in mid-air.

Two goddess officials dressed in pure white temple battle skirts stood in attendance on either side.

Isabella, the Valkyrie, wore a suit of red and black armor. A sacred sword glowing with divine brilliance was thrust into the ground before her. Gazing upon this scene, the corners of her mouth curled slightly into a smile: "Do you think... they will submit?"

"Those who recognize the times are wise, my Lady." A goddess official beside her, who had served her for an unknown number of years, spoke. "Before the presence of the great Martial God, a mere few descending demon gods are nothing but grass. I believe they know how to choose! When the time comes, we need only wait for those demon gods to become restless and make their move!"

...

Before her words could even finish, Sword Saint Wilson was seen as the first to fly up into the air.

Then a second, a third, a fourth... a massive crowd of elves, mages, beastmen, and others all slowly flew up into the sky, forming a natural chasm that blocked the path of the Radiant Legion and the powerful demigods!

"What... do you think you are doing?!" Saint Hines and Saint Dulan both roared in furious rage.

Instantly, divine light flashed in Saint Dulan's hand, condensing into an incomparably surging power within his palm: "You... seek death! This is the miraculous magic 'God's Wrath' newly bestowed by the Lord Martial God!"

Saint Dulan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the golden brilliance in his hand immediately converged with the energy of his palm into an incredibly terrifying golden lightning serpent: "Even though I have learned less than ten percent of its heat, it is completely enough to deal with you!"

But in the very next moment...

He saw Adolf, the white-robed mage of the Morning Light Empire’s Mages Association, experience a sudden explosion of aura throughout his body!

The fierce winds raged, and he even saw... the endless ocean, the roaring of the vast sea!

"To speak of aggression in such high-sounding terms, destroying more than twenty cities of my empire in succession, causing countless casualties among the defending generals and citizens, and now you dare to threaten us to our faces—this is simply going too far!" Adolf roared. "This is a magic I have newly learned, the Wrath of Poseidon! Although I have only comprehended a sliver of its profound mystery, it is already enough to deal with you!"

"A joke! An ant who has just reached the Saint-level! What absolute garbage is this Wrath of Poseidon!" Saint Dulan laughed derisively, and in an instant, the electrical arcs resembled a furious dragon emerging from its abyss, grand and vast, pouring down toward the place where Adolf stood as if tilting the heavens!

Suddenly, within that surging power that submerged everything, streaks of terrifying thunder rent the void! At this moment, everyone present seemed to see, within that distant ocean, a terrifying giant god treading upon the sea with his head touching the starry sky, filled with boundless, towering rage!

Thunder crossed in all directions, and a violent tempest of lightning energy instantly swept out from around Adolf’s body. The moment the two divine thunders clashed...

The massive energies of both sides refused to yield to one another, but... gradually, that golden lightning inexplicably seemed to experience a trace of disorder!

Even Saint Dulan did not understand why this was happening.

Suddenly, that golden lightning violently exploded!

The brilliant golden light, together with that sea-blue lightning that resembled a tsunami, surged backward!

Saint Dulan bore the brunt of the impact, feeling as if someone had struck his chest violently with a giant hammer! His face instantly turned deathly pale, and he nearly tumbled down from the sky!

At this moment, the crowd erupted into an uproar! Everyone from the Judgment Temple stared at this scene with jaws dropped, almost completely unable to believe their own eyes!

"How... how is this possible?!" Saint Dulan pointed a trembling finger at Adolf, his eyes filled with horror. "What kind of magic are you using?!"