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Lead-gray clouds churned across the sky.

The spires of Alexburg flickered in the lightning, like claws pointing towards the abyss.

Fine, golden particles floated in the air, each reflecting the collapsing world.

Earl Hall’s war guardian domain activated, condensing ice crystal patterns in the void. Semi-transparent high walls rose from the ground as if they were real, their surfaces covered in mystical inscriptions and ancient incantations, attempting to block the intrusion of the Blessed Relics.

The gold tassels on his military epaulets burned in the divine power’s shockwaves. Sweat dripped from his chin onto the rose and sword family crest on his chest, instantly evaporating into indigo smoke.

Having waged war his entire life, he had never felt such immense pressure, as if he were fighting against the power of the entire world. This was the power of so many [Blessed Relics] gathered together.

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“How could this happen? What exactly are these Blessed Relics trying to do?”

Hall practically voiced the question on everyone’s mind.

Randall’s withered fingers dug deeply into his eye sockets, his turbid pupils flickering with manic phosphorescence.

His twig-like neck erupted in an owl-like shriek.

“Hall, this is the body of a god! They want to break Tiger’s shackles on them, revive, and descend upon the world again.”

Grand Duke Moria’s war attack domain activated. Countless souls who had died by his blade became his strength. Thousands of troops charged towards the Blessed Relics, dragons roared in the rear, stirring up raging winds and waves.

Dorothy’s fairytale world descended, and the life dragon, Mel, let out a hysterical roar, causing the entire world to tremble.

Leon also used the [Canvas] on his arm to unfurl a galaxy painting, releasing the enslaved evil dragon, Achilles.

Although the [Canvas] was also a Blessed Relic, it had long since occupied Leon’s arm. In theory, it didn’t directly conflict with Leon, unlike those parts that were about to compete for Leon’s body.

Achilles, seeing this scene, originally wanted to sneer at Leon, but now, feeling that familiar pressure, it became extremely docile.

“Master, have you returned?”

“Achilles, prevent the other Blessed Relics from approaching me.”

Leon issued the order. Achilles took a deep look at him, then rushed out, stirring up a storm of thunder and lightning, and actively attacking the Blessed Relics.

“We must not allow these Blessed Relics to combine together.”

Augulas said to everyone, “We must stop this.”

“How can we stop it in this situation? What ability do we have to stop it?”

The 71-year-old Charles Simmons seemed to see his end, his death and the downfall of his family. His eyes were full of despair, and he couldn’t muster any resistance.

Remus Burke frowned, forcing himself to think calmly, to think under the pressure of the gods.

The young and vigorous Locke Edward and Hughes Lane saw the hope of reallocating the Blessed Relics. They rushed towards the Blessed Relics, hoping to actively merge with one or two of them.

Hughes Lane was the first to approach the [Hand of God], a Blessed Relic capable of resurrecting anyone. He had to get it.

But just as he approached, the [Hand of God] transformed into a huge, semi-transparent arm, directly pinching Hughes Lane’s body in its palm. Then came Hughes Lane’s extremely painful scream, and then his entire body disappeared completely, as if erased by an eraser.

At this time, Locke Edward, who wanted to retreat, had no way out. He had already approached the closest [House of Happiness], and then his entire body was sucked into the [House of Happiness], his body completely dissected, and his soul devoured.

“Do not approach these Blessed Relics. They are extremely dangerous now. Except for Leon Moria, anyone who stands in their way trying to forcibly merge will be obliterated or devoured.”

Seth Frank said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, and also as if reminding Augulas, after seeing the situation clearly.

The Blessed Relics that everyone coveted were gathered in the sky, but at this moment, they were no longer blessings, but the embodiment of the most terrifying power, something that meant death upon touch, and even the [Heartless] could not save their lives.

Due to the sudden appearance of the Blessed Relics, Mary, Sera Rhine, Nina Owen, and others, who were Blessed Relic holders outside Alexburg, also rushed into the fortress.

Mary kept trying to dissuade those who wanted to take back their [Ripper].

“Stop, Mary, the current Ripper is not something you can handle.”

Seth Frank and Randall spoke almost at the same time to dissuade her, but Mary insisted on her own way.

“Why did the gods choose Leon Moria instead of me? I don’t believe it. I also possess divinity. I can definitely merge with it!”

Mary forcibly grasped the [Ripper]. The [Ripper] initially did not seem to struggle, until it had consumed the divinity within Mary’s body, and then it began to backlash against Mary.

The [Ripper] instantly dismembered Mary, and then Mary’s body turned into a cloud of blood dance and dissipated in the air.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, or rather, trembled with fear.

Divinity could indeed maintain the Blessed Relic for a period of time, but only for a few seconds.

But now, no one was shocked by his power anymore, because legendary knights were still insignificant humans in front of the gods, and Alexburg, located in the center of the storm, would inevitably perish with the birth of the gods, or become a hotbed, a hotbed that required the sacrifice of everything.

The [Beating Heart] was emitting a deafening heartbeat. Anyone who heard this sound would inevitably lose control, and their physical body and soul would suffer great pain.

This roar caused Charles Simmons’ eyeballs to explode in their sockets. The old aristocrat covered his ears, from which cerebrospinal fluid was gushing, and knelt on the ground. His family crest ring, treasured for fifty years, suddenly softened, and the melting ruby dripped through his fingers. Then his entire body collapsed.

The [Hourglass of Time] created circles of temporal turbulence on its own, and anyone caught in it would be crushed to pieces.

The [Door] devoured its owner, Lore Jackson. It no longer released hellish monsters, but turned reality into a real hell.

The divine power released by the [Mask of Divinity] instantly erased Sera Rhine, Nina Owen, and others, as if they had never appeared in this world.

Earl Hall’s silver armor emitted a dying wail in the divine power’s agitation, and a hexagonal energy matrix spiraled out from his palm.

Bronze inscriptions floated on the surface of the translucent high walls, and whenever an Ennead struck, dense star chart cracks would appear within the walls.

“This isn't guarding at all,” he gasped, kneeling on one knee, his sword plunged three inches into the ground, sweat gathering into rivulets inside his visor, “but a cage for a trapped beast.”

The divine shield released by the [Guardian Shield] completely nullified Earl Hall's knight domain and actively absorbed him. Earl Hall's body collapsed in an instant, withering like dust.

“Papa!”

Dorothy cried out in pain, and her magnificent dress transformed into fluttering fairytale pages, each page filled with distorted illustrations.

Emerald scales were peeling off Life Dragon Meryl, revealing the writhing flesh underneath.

“Leon, the story shouldn't end like this…” She looked towards Leon one last time, her pupils blossoming with dandelion-like white light, her whole being sucked into the yellowed cover of 'The Lover's Poem'.

“I'm sorry, Grandfather.”

“Emma, Grandfather didn't protect you.”

Remus Burke held Emma, and together they completely turned into nothingness in the light and shadows.

Grand Duke Moria also couldn't hold on until the very end, giving Leon an apologetic look before his body gradually dissipated.

Leon's trembling fingertips touched his blood-misted eyelids, his wet eyelashes fluttering in his dizzy vision.

His throat felt like a rusted gear was stuck, and broken, airy sounds spilled from his futilely opening and closing lips, like the last breaths of a drowning person crushed in a deep-sea vortex, or like the trembling aftersound when a rusty string snaps.

He had just lost his beloved and his dearest, and he would lose even more, because this was already the end of the world.

Even an eight-star war knight was vulnerable before divine power.

The [Skull Horn] was playing on its own, increasing the power of other Enneads.

The [Splitting Seal] was trying to split everything it touched, decomposing it from limbs to cells, from cells to molecules, infinitely splitting it until it became a negligible speck of energy.

The [Ear of Ignorance] was affecting the emotions of those around it.

The combined power of all the Enneads radiated outwards from Alex Castle as its center, encompassing the servants and guards of Alex Castle, as well as all the armies and knight orders outside the castle.

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They fell into an inevitable state of loss of control, their bodies mutated and degenerated into monsters, and in the blink of an eye, everyone turned into crazed zombies.

This power was still spreading, to the entire Upper Three Districts, to the entire Wyvern City.

Everyone was being affected by divine power and was collapsing.

The clock tower of Wyvern City in the twilight was dyed rust-colored, and the third toll of the death knell was stuck in the broken bronze throat.

The moat was filled with swollen livestock carcasses, the water surface shimmering with a bizarre mother-of-pearl iridescence, reflecting distorted figures on the city walls, and mad screams filled the streets and alleys.

A woman clutching a baby huddled next to the plaza fountain, pale pink milk soaking into the lapis lazuli paving stones. She tried to cover the amber-colored marks spreading behind the child's ears, but those crystals were blooming into spiderweb-like cracks on her chest and abdomen along the skin texture that conformed during breastfeeding.

Thorny vines crawled out of the stone cracks, entangling the dying monk's calves and drawing nutrients. The monk's hand holding the holy book had already revealed his bare finger bones, and prayers mixed with black blood seeped from between his teeth.

The stained-glass window of the church suddenly burst with pale white light, and the plaster face of the suffering statue crumbled.

The old bishop knelt before the altar, the newly grown horns between his silver hair piercing through his cardinal's red hat, and the jewel-encrusted scepter was fusing his right hand to the marble floor.

When the last piece of stained glass fell, people saw the angels in the dome frescoes collectively turn their faces away, and asphalt-like tears flowed from their plaster eye sockets.

Sophie, Cameron, and Ellie in the high tower simultaneously felt an ominous aura. They ran towards Alex Castle, but their magic dissipated in the wind, as if every step closer to it brought them closer to death.

“Stop, we can't go any further, we'll die.”

Cameron wanted to stop them.

But Sophie didn't look back.

Ellie glanced back at Cameron, “Sorry, I'm willing to die for my faith.”

Cameron shed tears, knowing that she couldn't stop them no matter how she tried to persuade them.

“I'm sorry, Ellie, I can't do it, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.”

Cameron looked at the crazy crowd on the street, at the doomsday-like scene, squatted on the ground, and sobbed in pain.

Ellie continued to walk forward, until the limit of what her body could bear, until she also knelt on both knees, prostrate on the ground, facing the direction of Alex Castle, she was like the most devout believer.

“God, don't take him away.”

Sophie continued to move forward, her power being swept away by the divine storm, her body becoming weaker and weaker, snowflake-like cracks appearing on her skin, she walked step by step, step by step into the center of the storm.

She came to Leon and reached out to hug Leon, whose body was forcibly occupied by the Enneads.

She hugged Leon, who had completely lost his humanity.

She hugged Leon, who had aggregated the body parts of three gods.

The consciousness of the gods was reviving in Leon's body, vying for ownership within his body.

“Leon, wake up.”

Sophie called out his name, she lost her legs, as if she never had a lower body, as if her traces were erased by an eraser.

But he couldn't hear, he had completely lost his hearing.

“Leon, wake up.”

Sophie called out again, she lost her arms and could no longer embrace her lover.

“Leon, wake up.”

Sophie called out again, she lost her eyes and could no longer look directly at her lover.

“Leon, wake up.”

This was the last time she called Leon's name, she lost her memory and voice, lost everything, turned into a snowflake of ice crystals, and fell on Leon's lips.

Leon opened his eyes.

He saw the countless negative entries added to his body.

He saw Mohan, the ruling god of the Dark Age, who ruled all dragons.

He saw Garil, the ruling god of the Chaos Age, who ruled giants and elves.

He saw Danny, the ruling god of the Order Age, who ruled sirens and blood clans.

“Tiger, what are you waiting for? Do you really want to see me die here?”

Leon had no voice, he was shouting with his soul.

At this moment, he could not use any abilities, nor could he travel through the past with [Traveler of Time], he lost most of the control over his body, leaving only a not-so-clear consciousness.

A golden light shone on his collapsing body, and a soft voice rang in his ears,

“Then let me use [Eye of the Future] for you once, tell me, child, what price are you willing to pay?”

Leon's world fell into complete darkness.