Chapter 335: Chaotic Battle (Part 2)

  The Decapitating Greatsword swept across, cleaving a whistling fire meteor in two. The two halves tumbled, deviating from their original trajectory, and fell outside the walls of The Radiant Citadel.

  The giant white figure appeared and disappeared amidst a fiery red hell of giant meteors. The Archangel swiftly weaved and darted among the dozens of fire meteors. The Decapitating Greatsword waved, and great white bands of energy continuously shattered the falling Forbidden Spell fireballs. The vast majority of the meteors were shattered, deflected, or sent flying away as they fell, exploding in the fields outside The Radiant Citadel and creating giant craters.

  However, this was, after all, a rain of dozens of meteors. A few still managed to slip past the Archangel's interception and smashed into The Radiant Citadel. In the shower of debris, seas of fire ignited. But this was already within the range that The Radiant Citadel could withstand. Dozens of fire meteors could have leveled The Radiant Citadel, but just a few would only destroy a small part.

  Below the Hall of Light, there were still a dozen or so Templars guarding below, protecting the Pope above. But no one noticed that on the roof of the hall, a trace of blood had already seeped from the corner of His Majesty the Pope's mouth.

  Under this apocalyptic disaster of a Forbidden Spell, this Archangel had forcefully carved out a path with the Decapitating Greatsword in its hand, forging a path to life for the tens of thousands below and for The Radiant Citadel itself. Its body surrounded by white holy light, its heroic and mighty posture, and its giant white wings—whether in majesty or in strength—this was a true savior.

  But the people below no longer had the time to watch the magnificent scene in the sky. A battle, even greater and more tragic than the one before, was gradually unfolding in The Radiant Citadel.

  When the Archangel appeared to intercept the meteor shower from the sky, Gru was only momentarily stunned. But he didn't seem too surprised. Instead, he immediately took out another fist-sized blue gem from his waist. This time, he didn't throw it, but casually tossed it onto the ground.

  This blue gem was engraved with countless tiny, complex magical runes. With a ping, the gem shattered along the lines of the engraved magic array, and a blinding blue light surged out from the shattered gem.

  "Star-Eye?" Lancelot exclaimed in shock. He recognized this gem. The light was the unique blue light of space magic, but this light was greater, brighter, and purer than the light from a teleportation scroll. The entire The Radiant Citadel was bathed in its blue glow.

  Following the lines of the magical runes, the Star-Eye gradually collapsed into powder at a slow pace. As it disintegrated, the surging teleportation light condensed. It gradually formed a giant blue mirror. This mirror was a circular plane with a diameter of a hundred meters, standing in the center of the plaza like a strange, massive structure.

  "Destroy that thing, quickly!" Lancelot let out an almost hysterical roar, drawing the long sword from his waist and charging forward. Without needing to look further, he could guess what it was.

  The only ones who heard this cry and were able to react in time were three Temple Knights who had rushed over. Wilskey was the farthest away, but he was the fastest to strike. He came to an abrupt halt while running, nocked an arrow to his bow, and a meter-long, fine steel, magic-breaking arrow whistled as it shot towards the Star-Eye on the ground.

  But Gru was standing right next to the Star-Eye. No matter how fierce or powerful Wilskey's arrow was, in Gru's eyes, it was no different from a thrown bamboo skewer. He reached out a hand and caught the magic-breaking arrow. At the same time, Lancelot, man and sword like a hedgehog of sword energy, charged straight forward.

  This time, when the Paladin struck, there was none of his usual air of making the difficult look easy. The Holy Light Cross Sword was temporarily unusable. He waved the long sword in his hand, attacking Gru with a near-desperate posture. His original stability and composure had all transformed into a storm-like ferocity and violence. He didn't just use his sword to stab and slice; he even rammed his body forward.

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  Gru snorted coldly, parried the sword, and retreated. Facing the desperate assault of a master like Lancelot, no one could avoid retreating. Moreover, his consumption in that head-on clash with Lancelot was not light. His figure flew back more than ten meters with the storm of sword blades Lancelot had unleashed before he managed to steady himself. Then, he threw a punch.

  With a clang, this time it was Lancelot who was sent flying back. He was no longer being forced back; he was being struck back. The Radiant Battleplate on his shoulder was completely caved in. A gust of wind doesn't last all morning, a downpour doesn't last all day. Lancelot's sword stance had weakened after that furious assault, his momentum had waned. Although he had managed to force Gru back, the opening he left was large. If this had been a duel between just the two of them, this single punch would have already decided the victor.

  But for Lancelot, this was enough. This was not a duel between the two of them. He didn't want victory; what he wanted was this brief moment when Gru was forced back. In that instant, the other two Temple Knights, one with a spear and one with a sword, had already charged in front of the Star-Eye. The killing aura emanating from their weapons was as if this gem were their sworn, irreconcilable enemy who had killed their fathers and mothers. Wilskey's arrow and Lancelot's full-power assault were both to create such an opportunity for them.

  Unfortunately, this opportunity was still too late. Just as their two weapons were about to reach the Star-Eye, a giant claw had already stretched out from the mirror of condensed blue light and grabbed at the two Temple Knights.

  The two Temple Knights froze and dodged simultaneously. This was a claw the size of a person. The nails on the giant claw were half a meter long. Apart from a Behemoth, no other animal on the continent had such a terrifying claw. Being struck by such a giant beast, even with a Radiant Battleplate, would be no light matter. And the sheer power of a Behemoth alone was enough to send their bodies, along with their weapons, flying.

  Although they dodged, the attacks of the two Temple Knights were only momentarily halted, not abandoned. The spear and sword, still close to the ground, shot towards the Star-Eye. Almost at the same time as the Behemoth's giant claw, a tall figure also leaped out from the blue light curtain. It was a werewolf, holding a giant, strange cleaver in its hands. With two dull thuds, the werewolf staggered, but the weapons of the two Temple Knights were also knocked away. Before the two Temple Knights could react, the staggering werewolf waved its claw, and four fireballs shot towards the two of them. This werewolf was actually wearing four rings made of Magical Jade, high-level magic items similar to magic wands that could allow for instant casting.

  The Temple Knights did not dodge or block. They only raised their hands to shield their faces, letting the four spells explode on their bodies. Such low-level magic was insignificant before the magic resistance of the Radiant Battleplate, but the shockwave from the fireball explosions still made the two Temple Knights take a step back.

  When the two Temple Knights lowered the arms shielding their faces, they found they no longer had a chance. The Star-Eye was no longer visible, blocked behind two giant Behemoths and several werewolves. And even more orcs were walking out from the mirror formed by the converging blue light.

  With a few sharp shrieks, several Wyverns actually emerged from the giant mirror. Orcs continuously emerged from the mirror. Viewed from the side, the mirror had no thickness, but in a short time, a large group of orcs had already poured out. Every orc was fully armed, their faces ferocious, their killing aura surging, howling as they charged towards the stunned and wide-eyed swordsmen and priests.

  "A Dimensional Gate, the orcs of Oufu actually have something like this? That's ancient elven magic that we've only heard of in Lord Archibald's notes," Stephen said from a distance, staring at the giant blue light curtain in astonishment. He then glanced at the completely unsurprised Inham beside him and said in a somewhat strange tone, "Should I say this was something you expected, or something you arranged?"

  Inham smiled with modest humility. "I'm just letting nature take its course. You need not concern yourself, Teacher Stephen."

  "Oh? Then what about this 'opportune moment' you mentioned?"

  "It should be soon. You can begin to prepare," Inham said, looking up at the high sky.

  High above, the thick fire clouds had finished pouring down all of their meteor shower and were dissipating. The Forbidden Spell, Meteor Shower, was finally exhausted. Although there was the Archangel's all-out rescue, several parts of The Radiant Citadel had still become burning ruins. The giant figure of the angel also blurred, but it still looked down at the chaotic plaza. The hundred-meter-tall blue light curtain, like an exit from hell, continuously had orcs stepping out from it. Behemoths, Wyverns, and dozens of Scale Oxen, all ridden by Half-Orcs, swarmed out.

  The Archangel tucked its head and dove down, the Decapitating Greatsword swinging as it slashed towards the blue Dimensional Gate. This was completely different from the attacks of the Temple Knights. A sword like this was something no person, no thing, could possibly withstand.

  The blue mirror silently split in two and then instantly vanished from space. What was split in two was not just this Dimensional Gate, but also the dozens of orcs along its line. They all sprayed blood, falling to the ground in a chorus of miserable cries.

  Even the heavily armored Ogres, who were like steel fortresses before human swordsmen, were little better than ants under this Decapitating Greatsword. With just one more sweep along the ground, at least half of the orc army that had been teleported would be cut in two at the waist.

  But the Archangel's figure suddenly flickered. Both it and the terrifying Decapitating Greatsword in its hand blurred, as if a reflection on disturbed water. With a sudden, immense, and crisp crash, the Archangel, which had just been so majestic and mighty, having single-handedly withstood the Meteor Shower and saved the entire The Radiant Citadel, collapsed.

  On top of the Grand Hall of Light, the Pope could no longer hold on and collapsed. His collapse was not like that of a normal person, but like a withered, sun-dried blade of grass, withered and fallen without a trace of strength or life.