Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 855 - 33: The Most Crucial Step

Erodion was injured under the ribs, his energy cycle in disarray. Would Lynch miss such a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity?

"Now’s our chance!"

Lynch shouted hoarsely, his voice slightly rough from the imnse exertion, yet his assault erupted like a sudden storm!

He gave no respite to Erodion, the Fla Demon Greatsword trailing afterimages of Ti Acceleration, the gray and decaying aura of demise, and the tricky angles of Space Folding, each strike aid at Erodion’s energy nodes and vital points! His sword aura crisscrossed and severed the surrounding dangling dark red energy conduits, further exacerbating Erodion’s energy imbalance.

Space and Vanilla were equally inspired, disregarding their own injuries and launching a fierce attack once more!

"Void—Splitting!" Space’s figure moved like a phantom, the short sword targeting those energy conduits disrupted and unstable by Lynch. The Void Power was like the sharpest scalpel, precisely severing and banishing them.

"Phoenix—Incinerate the heavens!"

Vanilla further unleashed her Fla Fighting Spirit to the essence of life, the giant sword weaving, as a fiery phoenix illusion screeched and pounced at Erodion. Instead of a direct clash, it orbited it, continuously exploding and burning, disrupting his perception and consuming his defenses.

Under the tacit cooperation and fierce pursuit of the three, Erodion fell entirely into passivity! He sat on the stone throne, movent restricted, relying solely on the vast Power of Faith to resist and counterattack.

But the once flawless defensive system had already begun to crack, Lynch’s Rule Sword always finding gaps to leave wounds deep or shallow; Space’s Void Splitting continuously stripped away his energy supply; Vanilla’s fiery burns caused him to be distracted in defense.

"Poof!" Another sword aura containing Ti and Power of Decay pierced through the hastily gathered Holy Light Shield, leaving a wound as deep as bone on Erodion’s scapula, the gray color rapidly spreading.

"Crack!" Space seized the opportunity, stabbing fiercely, severing a thick main energy conduit at its base, the dark purple energy liquid spraying out like blood.

"Boom!" Vanilla’s Fla Phoenix exploded behind Erodion, the scorching heat wave even cracking the stone seat beneath him.

Erodion’s injuries grew, and his breath began to show unstable fluctuations, the first ti his twisted visage displayed clear agitation and anger. His once seemingly infinite Power of Faith now couldn’t keep pace with the destruction and corrosion from the others! If this continued, defeat seed only a matter of ti!

"You’ve pushed to this!" Erodion roared like a beast trapped, a flicker of madness and resolve in his eyes! "Let you witness the true might of a god! Faith... burn! Essence reshaping!"

His hands quickly ford a bizarre and complex hand seal at his chest, and all the energy conduits connecting his back to the Dark Purple Crystal instantly lit up with blinding white light!

Not only was his own reserved Power of Faith being wildly extracted and burnt, even the vast ocean-like power within the Dark Purple Crystal, the core for energy transfer and storage, began being frantically drawn upon and burned!

An overwhelmingly terrifying torrent of energy, centered on Erodion, exploded with a force that almost burst the entire underground space! Lynch and the others’ assault was forcefully pushed back by this energy surge that turned quantitative change into qualitative transformation!

And amidst the blazing white fla of faith, Erodion’s twisted and bloated, keratin-covered monstrous body started undergoing astounding changes at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The dark red patterns gradually faded, the crystallized keratin layer peeled off and dissipated, the swollen muscles retracted and reshaped... Within a few breaths, the terrifying monster disappeared, replaced by the image of a middle-aged man in a simple gray wizard robe, with black hair and cold, stern eyes.

It was precisely his form before betraying the Shadow Tower and founding the Freemasonry Church, the true human shape of the head of Judges!

Moreover, the injuries on his ribs, scapula, and other places healed instantly under the vast infusion of Power of Faith, not leaving a single scar.

The aura emanating from him not only completely recovered but was even more condensed and unfathomable than before, as if he had broken through so bottleneck, stepping into a new level! It was a horrifying ascension that compressed, purified, and integrated billions of faiths into himself!

Erodion slowly stood up from the stone throne, moving his neck like it hadn’t been used in a while, a crisp sound of bones. He looked at Lynch and the others, their faces grave as they were forced back by the torrent of energy. His lips curled into a cold and confident smile, his voice regaining its previous steadiness and authority, but with a deeper chill:

"Now, let’s set aside those trivial tricks..."

"And see what you’ve got, little apprentice."

He raised his hand, palm facing up, as an extraordinarily condensed white light sphere, as if containing the birth and death of a small world, began to gather, exerting such pressure that the entire underground space groaned.

However, just as his montum peaked, ready to crush his opponents with overwhelming force—

Erodion’s composed and icy expression suddenly froze! He suddenly lowered his head, looking at his own hands, then incredulously up towards the Dark Purple Crystal, intertwined with his life as a source of power!

He clearly felt that the Power of Faith, once surging out to him like a breached dike, allowing him to burn and squander at will, was now decreasing at an astonishing rate! Not just slowing down, but flowing away rapidly, like water out of a broken dam!

It seed as if another massive "black hole", with priority, was outside himself, greedily seizing and diverting this faith energy!

He tried to increase the intake, only to find it useless! The speed of the loss far surpassed his replenishnt! The power he had just restored to its peak, even making breakthroughs, began to show signs of instability!

"What’s happening?! My faith... who is it?!" Erodion for the first ti shouted with loss of composure, eyes filled with surprise and a trace of unnoticeable panic.

At this mont, Lynch, who had been watching him intently, slowly let his lips curl into a cold smile full of mastery:

"Finally... have you noticed?"

anwhile, high above, outside the Holy City Eden.

The Light Goddess ssiah hovered below the sky, eyes closed tightly, her silver-gray hair wildly dancing without wind, like a moonlit waterfall. She exuded pure and warm light, yet now this light carried an unprecedented, vortex-like powerful suction!

On a closer look, you’ll find those countless blue soul beams that had risen from various parts of the Ancient Ruins and were trapped by Dean Abbas with the Space Lock in midair, struggling to fly towards the Holy City Eden, were now subject to a stronger, more essential attraction, turning direction en masse, converging towards ssiah as if a hundred rivers flowing into the sea!

It’s not just these ownerless soul energies!

Even the flood of Power of Faith, which had been infiltrating the defense system of the Holy City and even connected to Erodion’s Dark Purple Crystal, as if eting their natural ruler, received a summon from instinct, forcibly breaking free from Erodion’s shackles, transcending space, transforming into filants of milky white brilliance, rging into ssiah’s body!

She was like an ultimate purification and conversion core. Whether pure Power of Soul or faith corrupted and distorted by Erodion, upon touching her Light Domain, it was rapidly purified and converted into the most fundantal Light Power!

With the frantic influx of massive energy, ssiah’s aura soared madly at a visible speed! The light around her grew brighter and more solid, gradually transcending the realm’s scope and beginning to emit a grander and more fundantal Law fluctuation, a harbinger of rules!

Light, in itself, is one of the laws.

At this mont, after seizing Erodion’s massive reservoir of faith and soul resources, ssiah, this embodint of light created by Lynch himself, was taking the last and most solid step towards the true Realm of Light Rules at an unprecedented pace!

The battle for faith between her and Erodion beca another crucial battlefield in this ultimate showdown, and the balance was rapidly tilting towards Lynch’s side!