Chapter 883: Are You Guys Devils!?

What magic is this?!" Adolph’s eyes widened in astonishment. "Hmph! What this old man wields is the Wrath of Poseidon!"

"What Wrath of Poseidon?!" Saint Duran’s face darkened as he glared fiercely at the man before him. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that a miraculous spell bestowed by the high and mighty Martial God of the Pantheon would suffer defeat at the hands of a mere newcomer to the Saint rank!

Around them, the aggressive host of the Divine Kingdom’s legions stared at the scene in absolute disbelief.

Just moments ago, Saint Duran had radiated divine majesty, yet even with magic granted by a god, he had held out for only a fleeting moment!

The sudden surge of blue lightning magic, rolling in like a cataclysmic tsunami, had caught them so entirely off guard that they couldn't even process what had transpired.

"No... impossible!" Saint Duran muttered, his face turning deathly pale. "One more time, this must be nothing but a fluke!"

With that, the same divine thunder as before began to coalesce once more within his palm!

But at that exact moment, a colossal dark shadow interposed itself before him.

"Lord Duran," Saint Hines said, turning his head back. "You have not yet fully mastered the magic taught to you by that great lord, which is why you met with defeat today. Go rest for a while; leave this to me."

A jolt went through Saint Duran, and only then did he realize his own loss of composure, stammering, "Right... it is because my practice is still lacking. Lord Hines frequently listens to teachings at the feet of the Radiant God, and having just concluded a long period of secluded cultivation, those truly powerful spells and battle techniques must already be mastered to perfection by him."

Saint Duran hurriedly bowed and said, "Then I shall trouble you, my Lord."

"Roar—!" The dragon beneath him beat its massive wings and soared high into the sky.

Saint Hines seemed to unleash his aura completely, and the vast pressure that spread out was... even greater than that of Saint Duran before him!

"Good heavens...!"

"So Lord Hines was already a Demigod long ago!"

"How powerful—!"

A chorus of gasps and exclamations instantly erupted from below.

With massive wings unfurled, the wind howled across heaven and earth as the dragon circled the sky. Standing atop the massive head of the dragon, Saint Hines looked on with cold indifference, his golden curls fluttering in the wind like a deity out of legend.

Slowly, he raised the golden long spear in his hand toward the sky.

A bolt of incomparably pure divine thunder, seemingly descending from the mountains where the Pantheon resided, struck down.

"Crack!"

That single thunderclap seemed to reverberate through the entire world!

Rumbling thunder poured down from all directions of heaven and earth, converging upon the high-raised dragon spear, like an ancient deity from times past holding aloft a golden torch!

The lightning flickered across the sky like golden flames. Underneath the lightning that resembled an impending judgment, Saint Hines's entire body and robes seemed to be gilded in gold, his voice booming like thunder: "Today, you have the honor of witnessing a magic from the Pantheon, personally bestowed by the Radiant God—a magic that even ordinary deities are not qualified to undo, a magic that does not belong to the mortal realm, 'The Eternal Hymn'. You may... die with no regrets!"

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"That is...?!" At this moment, even inside the temple, a look of shock appeared on the faces of the two goddess officials serving the Valkyrie.

Isabella's expression also tightened slightly before she smiled and said, "To think the Radiant God even taught him this spell... interesting!"

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"Oh—!"

Having experienced the dramatic highs and lows just moments ago, everyone in the Radiant Legion cheered once more.

With such divine might, who else could possibly stand against it!

And just at that moment, an elderly elf with silver hair and a vigorous spirit, holding a wooden staff in his hand, flew up into midair.

"Grand Elder?!" Even Caelanbell, seeing such divine might in the sky, could not help but feel a wave of anxiety.

"Regarding magic, this old man has also spent thousands of years studying it. Today... I shall let you witness it!" Grand Elder Hilu flew against the howling gales, and everyone saw that within his hand, a thread of golden lightning was likewise coalescing!

Compared to the flashing lightning filling the sky, that thread of golden lightning appeared incredibly small, utterly incomparable.

"That is...?!"

"The ancient miracle magic, Sunlight Spear?!"

"No... if a Sunlight Spear could be mastered to such a degree..." The World Mage, Saint Hermadon, stared intently at the sky with burning eyes. "Then that's right... though similar, this magic contains a trace of..."

"The aura of divine power from Zeus, the Father of Olympus..."

Right at that moment, Saint Hines held the massive dragon spear high as the dragon beneath him dived down. Instantly, it became like an earth-shattering golden meteor, plunging from the sky!

At this moment, the entire Radiant Legion, and even all the believers of the Radiant God, watched this scene in absolute awe! They watched the golden meteor that tore through the sky.

This was a true deity! This miracle-like power... made them want to howl from the depths of their souls!

But just then...

The golden lightning in Grand Elder Hilu's hand flared brilliantly, transforming into a golden thunderbolt. At the exact moment Saint Hines held his dragon spear and cleaved downward like a meteor, the thunderbolt was hurled forth!

"Wrath of Zeus!"

The sharp edge of the thunderbolt instantly collided with the golden meteor falling from the heavens.

Though the collision occurred at an immense altitude, the entire ground shook violently. Many streets even cracked open under the fierce vibration, and countless people shrieked as they fell to the ground.

Golden lightning filled the entire world, and fire burned across the sky. The violent collision even ignited the air itself, the firelight scattering in all directions like blinding ripples, casting out tens of thousands of rays of light!

Even across several nations, far away in the Orc Kingdom... and even as far as the Pantheon, this incomparably brilliant lightning could be seen!

The more faint-hearted clerics and warriors had already hidden themselves inside their rooms by now, burying their heads and trembling in fear.

Slowly, as the light dissipated, two figures finally revealed themselves.

Saint Hines stood upon the head of the colossal dragon, but only the hilt remained of the heavy spear in his hand, and his entire arm was covered in horrific, charred wounds.

Strands of fresh blood flowed down from the injuries. Saint Hines no longer possessed any of his previous overbearing arrogance; kneeling on one knee, shocked and infuriated, he looked at his hands, which were burned almost to the bone, and said, "This... how is this possible? This is absolutely impossible! Who... who did you learn your magic from?! Where did your power... come from?! I clearly learned the magic of the gods from the Radiant Temple, and I have divine power bestowed by the Martial God himself. Even for a true god, being able to block this strike would be something to be proud of."

"To think it was actually this powerful...?!" The Radiant Legion below the sky cried out in profound shock upon hearing this.

Immediately after, Saint Hines was heard saying, "To actually... have my weapon shattered in a single blow..."

"Cough! Cough!" He unexpectedly coughed up a mouthful of blood with great difficulty.

"This...?!" Instantly, all the warriors and mages of the Radiant Legion felt that... the opponent's magic was simply terrifyingly powerful!

And at this moment, sustained by a gentle breeze, the Elven Grand Elder Hilu hovered in the air, his eyes also wide as he stared at Saint Hines before him: "This old man clearly learned magic from Zeus, the Father of Olympus, which is said to be... the strongest power among the gods, and I also learned the application of divine power and magic, as well as formidable combat methods, from Kratos, the powerful God of War. Yet this strike... actually only shattered your spear..."

"He said 'actually'—!?"

"'Only shattered'—!?" All the warriors and mages of the Radiant Legion, and the two officials serving the Valkyrie Isabella inside the temple who witnessed this scene, looked at one another, then looked back at the Valkyrie beside them...

Just how powerful was this Wrath of Zeus—!!??

The hearts of these Radiant Legion warriors and officials could not help but tremble.

It was as if a voice was roaring inside their minds: Are you people monsters!?