If Violet also mastered many Divine Arts of the holy realm, she might be able to unravel the anomalous state of the War Gods out of control.
Just relying on Simon Luo's purification spells doesn't work on them at all.
But then again, it would be strange if Simon Luo, who is at the bottom rank, could dispel the sinister art that exerts absolute control over the top War Gods.
"Conzel, Ryan, wake up!"
Simon Luo's erald rod struck the ground heavily, and the Holy Light Shield instantly unfolded, forcibly resisting Conzel's assault as heavy as a mountain.
If the fight goes on, today will likely yield a great disaster, repeating the Blood Cleansing Day of twenty years ago.
Once the barrier can't hold, the situation will spiral out of control.
Even though Bulida is the Empire's largest city-state, with an area tens of tis greater than the small city-states of the frontier, a life-and-death battle where ten War Gods unleash all their might would destroy a city-state effortlessly—it's only a matter of ti!
"Kill! Behead Emperor Saint Baldo!"
The ferocious battle between the berserk War Gods and the still-sane War Gods filled the air with a strong sll of blood and smoke.
In the chaos of the distance, Emperor Saint Baldo stood behind the protective enchantnt on the terrace, tightly gripping the Seross Spirit Sword.
His expression was grave; upon hearing the War Gods' voices, fury simred in his eyes.
Although outwardly maintaining the dignity and composure expected of an Emperor, an internal storm raged within him.
"Gaiat, Jasper, Lugayard, Conzel, Ryan! As my War Gods, how dare you go berserk and commit regicide on such a day? Is this rebellion?!"
Saint Baldo's voice was nacing and cold, each word carried trendous anger and authority.
"I once trusted you, regarded you as my confidants and arms, but now, have you thought about what disaster such actions would bring upon the Empire? What trauma it would impress upon the hearts of the people?"
Saint Baldo slowly raised the Seross Spirit Sword, its tip pointed straight at the berserk War Gods.
The sacred light on the sword was like divine punishnt, illuminating his stern face.
This legendary Divine Sword seed to resonate with its master's will, its blade trembling slightly, emitting a hum.
"If you insist on treading down this path of no return, I can only, in the na of the Empire and its people, personally uphold justice!"
Saint Baldo's words roared like thunder across the night sky.
He stared into the blood-red eyes of the berserk War Gods, as if he intended to crush their madness with sheer willpower.
The light on the Seross Spirit Sword grew brighter, a celestial beam descended, and the Divine Punishnt Thunder briefly repelled the Eighth War God Conzel and Ninth War God Ryan, paralyzing them montarily, yet this attack nearly had no effect on Third War God Gaiat and Fourth War God Jasper.
However, confronted with Saint Baldo's questioning and pressure, the berserk War Gods remained unresponsive.
They only roared repeatedly, relentlessly attempting to break through their comrade's hindrance to kill Emperor Saint Baldo, to fulfill the night's objective.
Amid this nearly uncontrollable battle, scarlet starlight suddenly flickered in the western night sky over Bulida City.
It was a red cot, dragging a long bloody tail, carving a path through the clouds across the night sky.
The energy waves it emitted were so powerful that even the War Gods fiercely battling in the plaza could clearly perceive them.
"!"
The sane War Gods' faces changed color instantly.
They realized an even more dreadful presence had arisen.
An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped their hearts.
For those who could sense it more acutely, without a doubt, it was the few supre War Gods present.
Judging from this magic power fluctuation, the origin of the other War Gods' insanity was evidently this mysterious and extraordinarily powerful presence!
The terrifying spiritual pressure and ninth-order magic power seed like forces from the divine realm, causing all the fleeing residents below to feel their souls slipping into chaos, becoming puppets with severed strings.
The red moonlight behind it symbolized destruction, disaster, everything as prophesied in the magic to.
"Ninth-order?"
Twelfth War God Bianca stared wide-eyed, pupils vertical, looking towards that direction.
The blood-red figure's strength far surpassed her comprehension, leading her to think only of the ninth-order domain.
Even Second War God Salon had truly gripped his sword hilt this ti.
Before they could fully react, that red cot shot towards the terrace of the Imperial Palace where Emperor Saint Baldo stood, at an unbelievably fast speed, crashing onto the terrace in an instant.
"Step back! Evil spirit!"
Salon commanded.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, he intended to imdiately head towards the Saint Astore Palace to intercept this increasingly unconventional enemy.
Yet, in front of him, Gaiat and Jasper seed summoned by the cot, throwing themselves at him life-or-death, unyieldingly blocking his path.
Simultaneously, the spiritual pressure bore down on them, slowing all their actions!
The other berserk War Gods, however, were unaffected.
They switched from breaking the defense line to intercepting and hindering the other War Gods from protecting their Emperor.
"Damn it, what on earth is that thing!"
Simon Luo said through gritted teeth, withstanding Conzel's attack with a storm.
anwhile, on the terrace, Emperor Saint Baldo also felt that terrifying pressure.
He firmly held the Seross Spirit Sword, his graying brown hair fluttering in the furious wind, his gaze steadfastly fixed on the blood-red figure.
The red cot stood firm before the terrace's railing, its glow dissipating, revealing its true form.
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