Oriel seized the opportunity, shouted loudly, and led the divine officers to initiate the charge. On the ravaged battlefield of the Sorrowful Wind Small World, the smoke rolled ferociously like a monstrous beast, dyeing the sky with a grim hue. Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons interwove, composing a cruel war dirge. Just as Oriel and the others launched their charge, dozens of figures sped towards the believers of the Evil God like lightning. Their speed was incredible, diving into the enemy ranks in the blink of an eye. These figures wore no equipment, only simple clothes, radiating a determined and resolute glow during the charge, as if they had long forsaken thoughts of life and death. The believers of the Evil God were caught off guard by this sudden assault but quickly reacted, waving their weapons fiercely at these figures. The weapons easily pierced their bodies, and blood spurted out, staining the ground beneath them red. However, these figures did not utter any cries of pain nor made any attempts to resist, merely standing quietly in the densest part of the Evil God’s believers, allowing the weapons to wreak havoc in their bodies. The believers of the Evil God noticed a bizarre smile on these people’s faces. Despite being gravely injured, they acted nonchalant, even taunting and cursing them. Soon, a scorching radiance emanated from their bodies. The light grew increasingly intense, like erupting suns dispelling the surrounding darkness in an instant. Where the light reached, the believers of the Evil God felt a piercing pain in their eyes, closing them shut, and an inexplicable fear surged in their hearts. Suddenly, a violent explosion spread from these people’s bodies. The massive impact surged outward like a tidal wave, centered on them, frantically sweeping around. The shockwaves from the explosion toppled the surrounding believers of the Evil God, and their bodies were instantly shattered by the explosion, turning to ash and dissipating into the air. Those believers not caught in the explosion were terrified, their eyes filled with fear and despair. Their last bit of resistance evaporated entirely at this moment. They dropped their weapons and fled in all directions like frightened birds and beasts, eager to escape this dreadful calamity as soon as possible. Oriel and the divine officers watched this scene, their hearts filled with shock and amazement. This is what happened when they first entered the Sorrowful Wind Small World. At that time, Oriel didn’t recognize who these people were, and he was even a bit puzzled. He only knew these people were mercenaries recruited by Kane Floating City, who had joined the attack on the small world. Initially, he thought these people would be of no use. However, soon, these people gave the Dawn Church a big surprise. It was because of these fearless charges that they could push forward so smoothly at the start. But soon, Oriel noticed that the faces of these people’s companions were not sorrowful but somewhat... regretful? From their words, they seemed disappointed not to seize the chance of the first wave of self-detonation? Later, Oriel learned that these people were undead. With the alchemy bombs created by Lis, they achieved such a terrifying effect. It’s like a one-time moving blood and flesh magic cannon! He had heard Lis recruited many undead, but this was his first encounter. To think under Lis’s arrangements, they could achieve such an effect. This is even more sudden and dangerous than the usual methods against the Evil God’s believers. Oriel pondered that if faced with such an attack, they might also suffer greatly. However, compared to the Evil God’s believers, the divine officers of the Church of the Gods are more united, with numerous combined defensive divine arts. Perhaps the situation would be a bit better? He had heard about these undead; most had joined the subordinate forces of Kane Floating City. After reaching the Silver Rank, many forces showed interest in them, but for some reason, recruitment efforts weren’t very effective. It seems Lis, the Floating City Master, may understand the undead better? Amidst the smoke-filled battlefield, the divine officers of the Dawn Church were busily handling the scattered corpses. Of course, the majority were the corpses of those Evil God believers, right? They acted swiftly and skillfully, burning the corpses of the Evil God believers on the spot, while the corpses of their comrades were purified through prayer and gathered to be taken back to the Holy Light Cemetery of the Dawn Church in the Main World. After a brief rest, they continued pushing into the enemy’s depths under Oriel’s leadership. Every moment now was extremely precious; they needed to retreat their living forces before the opponents reacted. The goal was to ideally capture the entire small world. At the forefront of the team, Oriel stood there. However, his gaze was cast into the distant sky. He saw the sky engulfed by thick dark clouds; a day that should have been bright and sunny was now as gloomy as midnight. The clouds roiled, thunder rumbled, as if foretelling the approaching storm. Yet, amidst this oppressive darkness, streaks of white light flashed intermittently. This sacred light, like sharp blades, attempted to cleave through the heavy darkness, bringing a sliver of light to this small world. Updates are released by novel⚑fire.net Oriel knew well that this was not a natural phenomenon, but the legendary strongmen of the Church engaged in a deadly duel with the legends of the Decay Church. Lord Morris was there! That flickering white light was the terrifying aftermath of their battle. The strength of this force was enough to shake the heavens and earth, causing the entire small world to tremble. Even from such a far distance, Oriel could still feel the formidable momentum. Even Oriel, did not even qualify to witness. Oriel withdrew his gaze and continued advancing towards the target. According to the information they received earlier, the core of the God of Decay Church in the Sorrowful Wind Small World was in the vast cemetery not far away. The legendary battle unfolded quietly above the dark clouds. The legendary strongmen moved like lightning, shuttling between the clouds. Behind the two legendary paladins from the Dawn Church appeared white wings, each attack accompanied by deafening roars, as if to rip the sky apart. Meanwhile, the Legendary Priest Morris stood calmly behind them in the sky, continuously casting various buff divine arts from his Holy Scripture on the two paladins. However, the legends of the Decay Church were no ordinary individuals either. They possessed a unique power of the God of Decay, seemingly able to corrupt everything and guide it towards death. This effect could even influence the attacks of the paladins. Though strange, this ability did not achieve effective results. Morris’s mastery of purification divine arts seemed to be the nemesis of this power, causing considerable trouble for the two Dying Priests opposing him. However, the Sorrowful Wind Small World had long been under the influence of the God of Decay, and even the World Source had transformed. This allowed the legendary Dying Priests to use the power of the small world to entangle with Morris and his companions. As time passed, the battle grew increasingly fierce. The figures of the legendary strongmen flickered in the clouds, their attacks becoming more and more fierce. Thunder roared in the sky, as if the entire small world trembled for this battle. Yet, at this critical moment, a legendary paladin of the Church erupted with an extremely powerful holy force. The longsword in his hand transformed into a pillar of radiant light, piercing through the defenses of the legendary priest of the Decay Church in an instant. Lis’s avatar glanced at that priest, feeling a bit of empathy. This strike, if not fatal, would certainly cause serious injuries! However, it seemed that the Dawn Church was progressing smoothly! No need for him to intervene!