Chapter 1621: 446 Dark Divine Kingdom and Loving Father Matthew_3
Once the rules set by the Calamity Mage failed,
the path of faith eventually returned to Earth Society.
Everything seed to have co full circle, as if returning to the starting point.
The Calamity Mage must have wondered how she would feel about this outco.
Or perhaps,
had she actually foreseen this scene?
...
In an instant,
Matthew’s thoughts ran wild.
And as the black fire burned ever more fiercely on the body of the Two-headed Monster,
that terrible Divine Power beca increasingly irresistible.
The Beholder Sword Saint, shielding Matthew, retreated a bit further, and said in a deep voice,
“Do not be discouraged, this is not ordinary Divine Fire of Retaliation but the Divine Fire preserved from the era of Ancient Dark God, and it is understandable to find it difficult to withstand such power montarily.”
Matthew nodded gently.
But deep inside, he was not actually discouraged.
As a thorough pragmatist, one of his thods when facing an insurmountable faction was to consider joining them.
At this mont, Matthew was seriously contemplating whether to really take on the role of an ancient god…
“If the main body doesn’t work, using a doppelganger to hold it is also fine,”
he had already thought through this plan.
anwhile,
the Elf Elders’ actions went unchallenged.
The torrential Black Fire could not stop the erald, blade-light.
A few seconds later,
Tyraste advanced from the knees of the Two-headed Monster to the chest of Urmus.
With only a gentle tap of his bamboo stick in his hands,
the thin layer over Urmus’s chest instantly broke, and a mass of substance like Black Fire billowed out from within.
After the mud splattered on the ground,
a giant, dark-purple stone gate appeared!
Above the stone gate,
countless angel shadows stuck to the thin layer attacked down.
But when they flew from under the thin layer to the outside, Matthew was startled to notice that what was chanting the Holy Song within the Blood Cocoon was not so immaculate angel,
but rather a creature with three pairs of wings, resembling a giant bat!
Those creatures flew crazily towards Tyraste.
But they could not penetrate within three yards of him.
With a crash,
under that silent blade-light,
the giant bats quickly turned into piles of mush, rging with the black muck.
“Is this the Divine Kingdom?”
Tyraste’s voice seed sowhat disappointed,
“So, the ancient Divine Kingdom was just a place to conceal filth.”
Urmus roared from behind the gate,
“The glory of the Ancient Dark God allows no Blasphemy!”
“If you really dare, step through the gate and fight!”
Boom!
The large stone gate slowly pushed inward.
Endless bright light surged out from it.
Straightaway,
the light vanished instantly.
Behind the stone gate, only a slowly rotating black hole remained!
During this process,
the Blood Cocoons on either side of the stone gate continued to be stripped away, allowing Matthew and the others to see clearly that the stone gate was embedded in Urmus’s heart.
The heart was still beating fiercely,
only this ti, what the heartbeat pushed out was not the original Blood Essence Fluid but a revolting Black Fire!
“That gate is the Holy Mark, only the Holy Mark can retain the fire seeds of angels’ will, and only the Holy Mark can serve as the projection dium for the Dark Divine Kingdom…”
The Beholder Sword Saint’s depths of knowledge far exceeded Matthew’s expectations.
He not only spoke gently and refined, like a true scholar, but his grasp of obscure knowledge was also effortless.
Matthew felt he seed more like a spellcaster than himself!
“It’s very dangerous in there, isn’t it?”
Matthew said.
“Yes,”
the Beholder Sword Saint replied.
“But he will still enter…”
Matthew sighed softly.
“Of course,”
the Beholder Sword Saint said with admiration.
Sure enough,
the next second,
Tyraste’s figure disappeared inside the stone gate.
Boom!
The stone gate suddenly closed.
The nearby muck moved again, filling up the hole in the Blood Cocoon.
All was quiet once more,
but it seed even more tumultuous!
Without a doubt,
this battle between Tyraste and Urmus would largely determine the fate of the Lost Paradise.
If it were just Urmus, who had just recovered,
Tyraste should have been able to handle it easily.
But now it seed, a part of the will of the Ancient Dark God still resided in Urmus, making the battle, which would otherwise have been straightforward, even more tense.
Matthew was unsure when a result would erge,
but he was very clear,
that before a real outco appeared, he had to make more preparations.
The Beholder Sword Saint was indeed a worthwhile alliance.
But since Tyraste had stepped through the stone gate, he told Matthew he needed so ti to comprehend new swordsmanship.
Clearly,
the battle that had just occurred was rely a shocking visual and auditory experience for Matthew,
but for a swordsman like the Beholder Sword Saint, it was an opportunity to grasp new insights.
Afterward,
he found a safe spot, threw down hundreds of rusty iron swords beside him, and then entered a strange state of enlightennt.
Matthew intended to stand guard nearby.
But during his patrol of the surroundings, he stumbled upon an unexpected discovery—
Soldier sent an intelligence report.
An intriguing scene was unfolding three streets away.
Matthew set up a few magic traps and alarms, and then, using the Invisible Magic Ball, followed Soldier into the Shadow World and moved stealthily toward the location.
…
At the top of a tall building just a few hundred ters from the collapsed market area,
three figures each stood in a corner.
The one in the worst state, Sener, continued to complain endlessly:
“…I got hurt for this!”
“And broke Tyraste’s rules, that damned Elf Elder, if he can co out from inside the gate, he certainly won’t let off.”
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