The sudden apparition shocked everyone present!
A brilliant fissure suddenly tore open the sky.
From this crack burst a dazzling golden ray of Divine Power, different from any fla or magic on the battlefield, but a warm and solemn force, full of redemption and hope.
Like the dawn's first light piercing through the war's gloom, the ray instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, bringing all killing and strife to a halt at that mont.
"It's Divine Power!"
"The Lord of Salvation's Divine Power, no less!"
Several Monarch powerful experts among the Rhea People were so astonished they were at a loss for words; subsequently, they cried out loudly for help, hoping the Lord of Salvation's power could directly destroy their enemies.
"Oh great Lord of Salvation, save us!"
"Please vanquish our enemies!"
Karl instantly realized what it was.
"The power of the Lord of Salvation?"
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The golden light quickly coalesced, forming a flowing shield of light that gently enfolded both the "White Flower" Lian and "Weird Light" Albert.
This shield of light effortlessly warded off lethal attacks from all directions and seed to possess a healing power, as the wounds on the Salvation Church's two individuals visibly closed, with their fatigue and pain vanishing in an instant.
Before the stunned eyes of the onlookers, the golden shield slowly rose, lifting the Salvation Church's "White Flower" and "Weird Light" gradually into the air, as if a divine hand was gently raising them, away from this land of strife.
"Those two were saved by the Lord of Salvation's power. The strength we just saw is powerful… but not as powerful as we imagined."
Karl fell into deep thought; if he could have been sacrificed just then, drawing enough life force, even the Lord of Salvation's power would have been intercepted and destroyed by him.
He could keenly feel the power of the Lord of Salvation, so mighty it was incomparable to anything he had ever encountered before, yet that pure strength still didn't bear any weight of oppression.
Very strong, but also... that's all?
Far weaker than expected…
Even though he couldn't quite articulate why, Karl sohow had this thought, lanting that his own power wasn't able to destroy it in ti.
Moreover, with just the godly envoy that is Byrne… his power, equivalent to the Heavenly Enlightennt Level, was still not enough to contend with a true God.
The gap between them was still clearly evident.
The "Blood Flas King" of the Rhea People, Flam yer, looked up at the departing golden glow, with not a hint of despair or wavering in his heart.
"It seems the yer family's end might be approaching…"
Although he had not died, and even if he did die, many mbers of the yer family would still remain, Flam yer astutely realized what the future held.
The power possessed by the Fischer family was too inconceivable.
If he could survive and return, there might still be a chance to fight back, but once he died, the rest of the yer family would definitely be unable to obstruct the Fischers' relentless advance.
He never feared death.
In the vast tapestry of history, the yer family had always written their legend with steadfast courage and fearless spirit, never kindling a flicker of retreat in their hearts, even when faced with overwhelming enemies.
"The spirit of the yer family will live on forever..."
In his eyes, there was no shadow of death, just a firmness from the depths of his heart, an unyielding guardianship of his beliefs.
Even facing a battle with overwhelming odds, Flam never doubted his mission, well-aware that true courage and glory lay not in the strength of power, but in the resolve to remain true to oneself in the face of adversity and to march onward.
Fearless, because he believed that courage was the armor of the soul, capable of warding off any fear.
"I will not concede defeat, I will fight to the very last mont!"
In Flam's lexicon, the true knight's spirit ant standing tall against adversity, seeking hope in despair, and moving relentlessly forward even if the path ahead was strewn with thorns.
Byrne's spectral image slowly contemplated Flam yer.
He knew who that was.
Even though he had never seen that man before, over decades, Byrne had co to know everything about Flam yer through various ans.
The man's appearance was so vivid that not even death could make him forget.
A gentle breeze passed, quietly lifting the veil on long-sealed mories.
In that mont, Byrne's heart was torn by an indescribable emotion—it was the once-glorious yer family that had ended his father's life with their own hands.
This realization felt like sudden frost in the midst of a cold wind, instantly solidifying his heart, but his rage was not a tempestuous outpouring, rather like a dark current beneath the deep sea, calm yet harboring the power of destruction.
Byrne's gaze held a determined readiness for the vengeance that was to co.
He had already used his own power to weave a complex web, step by step, herding those Rhea People together before completely detonating the uncontrollable forces, easily tearing apart several Monarch powerful experts, including the black-robed old man.
The Rhea People didn't even have ti to cry out in shock; for Byrne, killing them was as easy as turning his hand over.
Aldrich and Ariel, two people from the Romann family, watched the scene with astonishnt. Not only had Byrne returned from the dead, but he had also gained Heavenly Enlightennt Level power, which was simply inconceivable!
Aldrich fell into deep thought, even with that "trump card" inside him, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat Byrne... after all, why had he suddenly co back to life?
At that mont, a voice ca from within Aldrich's body... It sounded like that of an old woman, definitely not Aldrich himself but soone else.
"No, that is not resurrection..."
"Your Excellency, what exactly is that?" Aldrich quietly inquired.
"I'm not sure either, but it seems like the work of so great existence. Rember, you must absolutely not provoke the Fischer family!"
The formidable power of the Fischer family was unfathomable!
Aldrich and Ariel exchanged looks, reaching the sa inner consensus.
For the ti being, the only enemy that was left was Flam yer.
Byrne did not kill him with his own hands, but handed over the family's mission to... Darren.
"Extinguish the fate of the yer family!"
The next mont, Byrne's phantom gradually faded away.
Before he completely disappeared, he glanced at Aldrich, slightly frowning, realizing the thing hidden within his old friend, but it likely posed no threat to the Fischer family.
Then, Byrne looked towards Darren and Chris.
As if he was looking for a long ti.
Darren and Chris watched with reluctance.
Karl was acutely aware that to complete the charging process would require another decade... He captured the souls of the few Rhea Monarchs, preparing to imprint those souls onto the black stele.
The Demon Dragon abruptly awoke, its eyes like two abyssal fires of the netherworld, flashing with cold cruelty and anger. As it unfurled its gigantic wings, each beat stirred up fierce winds, and the sky trembled under this force.
Suddenly, Darren erupted with astonishing power, an indescribable energy surged out from within him like a black tide, carrying the will to destroy everything, sweeping all around.
Within the black energy fluctuations, the roaring thunder echoed as if the rules of the entire world were overturned at that mont.
Flam, donning dazzling Armor irradiating intense light, his sword in hand wreathed in raging flas, rushed fearlessly towards the Demon Dragon. His sword of flas collided violently with the black tide in the sky, emitting blinding light and deafening explosions.
Their battle was undoubtedly an epic duel!
Flas and darkness interwove!
However, battles between Extraordinary Exponents were never fair to begin with...
Chris's blade once again pierced Flam. In a two against one situation, Flam, who had no further enhancents, quickly fell into a desperate plight and was pushed into a corner.
"It's over."
Darren looked at his family's long-ti adversary who had lost the ability to fight, and for so reason, complex emotions welled up within him—not pity, rcy, or sympathy, but sothing more complicated...
Was he facing an emptiness and boredom after the long-awaited task was about to be completed?
For the first ti in his life, he hesitated for a mont in his killing.
"Do it!"
Flam suddenly shouted loudly.
His voice was filled with strong determination; even in this dire situation, he showed no dissatisfaction or pleading.
"Kill ! Darren Fischer of the Fischer family! Chris Fischer! And Byrne Fischer! As strong mbers of the Fischer family, you have the right to kill , to judge my soul, it is your right as the victors!
"I am a Rhea, I am the noble-born Flam yer!"
"As a mber of the yer family, I will never fall! Nor will I beg! Next, I will welco an honorable death!"
"Flam, this ends here!"
Very well!
Darren's gaze sharpened, and he concentrated all the deathly mist to cover Flam!
With those inexplicable emotions, he finally completely destroyed his enemy's body, the malice and doubt in his eyes gradually replaced by a sense of release.
"Our family's vendetta has not completely ended... but, the future is now foreseeable..."
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