novel bin Chapter 449 The Demon God and the Pope, are they dead?
Chapter 449 The Demon God and the Pope, are they dead?
Muradin, standing next to him, was in an even worse situation. Dwarves don't have that much defense; they relied entirely on their legendary armor sets.
His exposed skin turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp, and his beard curled and charred from the high temperature radiation.
Queen Elari, who was flying at the very front, was the least threatened. She even looked back as she fled, trying to make sure the demon god had been hit.
Until, amidst the stinging pain, her pale blue eyes reflected the "artificial sun" that had devoured the demon god.
fear!
This was the first time in two thousand years that an elf, a long-lived species, had felt such pure fear.
It wasn't fear of power, but rather awe of some incomprehensible "rules".
She sensed that in that area, she could feel nothing at all; even her spiritual energy was swallowed up and left to vanish.
It was as if space itself had ceased to exist.
After the sphere of light expanded, a destructive storm arrived a few seconds later.
Rumble—!!!
The atmosphere was instantly compressed and pushed, forming a tangible wall of air that swept outwards at dozens of times the speed of sound.
Even though the three Terran leaders had flown quite a distance, they were still overtaken and, like kites with broken strings, were violently slapped away by this overwhelming force.
They tumbled and went out of control in the air until they became three black dots and disappeared into the horizon.
……
Ground battlefield.
Just seconds before, millions of coalition soldiers were still immersed in the warmth and exhilaration brought by the Pope's "divine light".
The wound healed and physical strength was restored.
The warriors gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge, preparing to launch a counter-charge against the remaining demons.
"Kill all these scum!"
"For His Holiness the Pope!"
However, before the bugle call to charge could be sounded, everyone froze in place.
The sky cracked.
Countless people instinctively looked up, and then let out a piercing scream.
"My eyes!!"
"Aaaaaah! I can't see it!"
Even from a vertical distance of several kilometers, the burst of intense light instantly blinded countless creatures that were looking directly at the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble.
Tiny pebbles bounced wildly on the ground, as if a giant dragon was turning over deep underground.
"Get down!! Everyone get down!!"
The fierce roar of the Great Xia frontline commander exploded through the loudspeaker.
The well-trained Xia soldiers instinctively fell to the ground, covered their heads with their hands, and opened their mouths wide to equalize the pressure on their eardrums.
But the coalition forces were a beat too slow to react.
boom--!!!
The terrifying shockwave slammed into the ground like an invisible giant hand.
The earth cracked instantly, and dust billowed up hundreds of meters high.
Countless standing soldiers and demons were swept up by the gale, dancing wildly in the air like withered leaves, before crashing down heavily.
The demonic siege beast, weighing tens of tons, was overturned to the ground, howling and rolling around.
The world was plunged into chaos.
All I could hear was a sharp ringing in my ears, and before my eyes were swirling yellow sand and gravel, and limbs that were indistinguishable as living or dead.
At this moment, there is no distinction between friend and foe; all beings are equal.
A full minute passed before the earth-shattering commotion gradually subsided.
The wind stopped.
The dust settled slowly.
The battlefield was deathly silent, save for the groans of the wounded and the crackling of flames.
The surviving soldiers staggered to their feet from the mud, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled.
They looked around blankly, then looked up at the sky in terror.
There, the once invincible eighth-order demon god Orinus had vanished without a trace.
Not even a trace remained, as if it had been completely erased from the painting by an eraser.
More importantly, the suppressed domain power belonging to the demon god disappeared.
"The Demon God... is dead?"
A human knight muttered to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.
That was a hopeless existence that even the four leaders working together could not break through!
That's all?
He carefully sensed it, and the terrifying pressure that had been pressing down on everyone and making them feel suffocated had truly disappeared!
"We won...we won?"
The cheers were about to erupt, but then they were abruptly stopped.
Because they discovered that what had disappeared from the sky was not just the demon god.
The old man who was floating in mid-air, radiating holy light, was also gone.
Even the other three leaders have disappeared!
On the battlefield of the Holy Human race.
Kyle staggered to his feet, his once impeccable mage robe now tattered and covered in dirt.
He ignored his injuries and stared intently at the empty sky.
That was the place where the Pope last appeared; he witnessed the Pope's final moments.
At this moment, it was pitch black there, and there was no sign of the Pope.
Not even a scrap of clothing or a fragment of a scepter could be found.
Antimatter annihilation.
This is the most thorough purification, leaving not a trace of dust.
"His Majesty……"
Kyle's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees on the rocky wasteland.
His hand trembled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an ordinary pendant.
That was a gift personally given to him by the Pope when he was promoted to the sixth-order Archmage.
At this moment, the papal spiritual imprint that was originally attached to this pendant has completely disappeared.
What this means is clear to all those who practice sacred magic: it means returning to the Kingdom of God.
"His Majesty!!!"
Kyle let out a mournful cry, tears instantly blurring his vision.
More and more Holy Human warriors around them realized what was happening.
Those proud Templar Knights and those devout priests all wore expressions of grief and indignation.
"Your Majesty... has returned to the Divine Kingdom!"
Sadness spread like a plague.
The sobs gradually escalated from suppressed whimpers to deafening wailing.
For the Holy Human race, the Pope is not only a leader, but also their spiritual pillar and a walking faith.
Now, the sky has fallen.
Even the dwarves and elves in the distance looked solemn and saddened.
Although they are of different races, some people witnessed what just happened.
That old man gave his life to bring a glimmer of hope to the continent of Terra.
Using a mortal body to forcibly drag a god down to hell!
How magnificent!
"What are you crying about?!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out, interrupting the wailing that filled the air.
Kyle suddenly stood up from the ground, hastily wiping away the tears on his face, his eyes bloodshot.
His once indifferent face was now contorted into a ferocious expression, like that of a wild beast ready to devour its prey.
He raised his staff high, the tip pointing at the remaining demon soldiers in front of him, who were also stunned by the shockwave and struggling to get up.
"His Majesty is watching over us from the divine realm!"
"Did he risk his life to give us this opportunity so you could just sit here and mourn?!"
"Look ahead!"
"That's a demon! The murderer who killed His Majesty!"
"The demon god is dead. What do you suggest we do with these remaining scum?!"