What exactly is going on?
The man raised his head and looked around him in a daze. Everywhere he looked, there were crystal shards standing erect.
Under the illumination of the sun, these crystal fragments reflected a dazzling radiance. It was so dazzling that people couldn't even open their eyes.
However, the man wasn't concerned about such a trivial matter. He turned to his thigh — it was pierced by the ice prism entirely. He could feel the ice-cold air spreading up his thigh and the coldness even froze his blood.
Even though he didn't know who attacked them, he was sure that they had been discovered!
Damn it. I should've known better than to trust those nobles. They don't know how to respect the greatness of God at all. All they care about is defining what they don't understand as evil and destroying it.
They gave up searching for the path to the truth due to fear. And now, everything is over!
No!
It's not over yet!
The man widened his bloodshot eyes, reached into his pocket, and retrieved a pitch-black dagger.
On the surface, the dagger was black and inconspicuous. It even looked a little rough. The handle was casually tied with a few rolls of hemp rope. It looked as if it had been dirtied by black blood.
"Foolish mortals!
I'll make you pay! "
The man snarled and raised the dagger in his hand.
"O 'mighty God of Wrath, please hear my pain and feel my wrath. Thunder and lightning are under your control. Please unleash your wrath and destroy those hateful traitors!"
Along with his roar, the dagger began to tremble slightly. The weapon that should have been cold and lifeless seemed to have come to life. At the next moment, the man flipped his right hand and stabbed the dagger into his heart without hesitation.
Then, he revealed a satisfied smile, collapsed to the ground, and closed his eyes.
The ground began to tremble.
"Everyone, attack now!"
Zayen frowned and stared intently at the Meteorite Tooth in front of him. He could feel a powerful aura surging upwards rapidly.
This wasn't a good sign. Generally speaking, such an aura would only appear during the arrival of a God.
Could it be that the cultists here were 'spare tires' favored by the God?
Thinking of this, Zayen could not help but sigh helplessly, lamenting his bad luck.
There were tens of thousands of cultists on the Klein Continent, but only a few were truly favored by the God.
Or perhaps, the God of Wrath wouldn't risk being discovered and appear on the main plane.
But strictly speaking, the God of Wrath and Jenn didn't belong to the same system.
As mentioned before, after the Second World War, the gods returned to their positions. Apart from the Light God System and the Dark God System, there were also a considerable number of neutral god systems. They had no direct relationship with the Upper and Lower Worlds, so they had no scruples in doing things.
In fact, Jenn didn't take the words of the three crazy cultists too seriously from the start because the cultists were like delusional delusions. No matter what the truth was, they swore that they were indeed favored by the God. Everything they did was for the glory and praise from the God.
Originally, Zayen thought that this was just an ordinary gathering place for cultists. He did not expect that he would inadvertently catch a big fish!
Now, it all depended on whether he could swallow this fish.
Boom!!!
As Jenn led the young knight and Pattilina to the entrance of the river valley, a thunderous explosion sounded.
Then, a large cloud of fog erupted head-on and rolled towards Zayen.
Looking at the dust in front of him, Zayen's expression changed slightly. In the next moment, he suddenly unsheathed his sword and drew an azure trail in the air. In the next moment, along with Zayen's action, the wild winds seemed to have found their leader. They swirled and condensed on the tip of Zayen's sword. Then, like a knight being led to charge into battle, they whizzed toward the dust in front of him and blew it away.
But at the same time, the existence mixed in the dust had already whistled across the sky and arrived in front of Zayen.
In the blink of an eye, an enormous, worn-out ax arrived before Jenn and was about to split him into two.
However, facing this sudden attack, Jenn didn't panic at all. On the contrary, he held his sword in a reverse grip and struck the side of the ax with the hilt. In a loud, deep clang, the ax brushed past Jenn and struck the riverbank behind him heavily.
At that moment, Jenn finally saw the true figure of the enemy standing before him.
It was a four-meter-tall giant of flesh and blood. His body was swollen, red, and exuded a lethal stench.
He was wrapped in tattered armor from head to toe.
In his hand was a metal chain. The other end of the metal chain was connected to the ax that attacked Jenn.
It had two independent heads and didn't seem to have much intelligence.
The two-headed monster, Malvina.
After witnessing this monster, Jenn heaved a sigh of relief.
In the beginning, he thought that the enemy was forced to use the Descent of the Saint and it would be troublesome if another one appeared like Lorci.
But now, it seemed like he was overthinking. The surging power from before was definitely from a Divine Artifact.
Moreover, the enemy only summoned Geshwu's servants to help him in battle. This showed that these guys weren't that strong.
It was no wonder that Jenn made the wrong judgment. After all, the difference between the Underdark and the surface was too huge. In the Underdark, as long as any race had a Divine Artifact, they could summon the servants of the gods anytime and anywhere. And if they wanted to fight to the death, it wouldn't be surprising if they summoned the Descent of the Saint.
But the surface was different. As the laws here were extremely strict, the people on the surface couldn't invite the Divine Emissaries to have tea and chat like in the Underdark.
Look at the Dark Elves. Almost every time there was a family war, they would pray for the guidance and protection of the Melting Wax Demon. On the surface, unless it was a matter of life and death, no one dared to pray for the Divine Emissaries.
For example, the Underdark had evolved to the point where nuclear missiles were flying everywhere, but the surface still used nuclear missiles as a deterrent. Both sides had a very different understanding of the "trump card".
Although the Divine Emissaries weren't everywhere in the Underdark, they were still a common sight.
How could they be as rare as the surface?
That was why when Jenn sensed the divine reaction, he immediately thought that the enemy was trying to summon the Descent of the Saint. But when he saw that it was just one of Geshwu's Divine Emissaries, Jenn immediately relaxed.
It seemed that the difference between the Surface World and the Underdark was indeed too big.
At that moment, the Fallen Oracle let out a snarl and a circle of dangerous, dark green aura spread in all directions with its body as the center.
Shortly after, the dark green aura surged and drilled into the bodies of those who were fortunate enough to survive the earlier frost attacks.
Shortly after, the situation changed instantly.
The dog-headed man opened his eyes.
The pair of eyes that should have been timid and filled with resentment were now burning with the flames of anger. The limbs that were originally as fragile as firewood began to expand rapidly like inflated balloons.
His body that was the size of a human child grew rapidly. In just a few moments, the short and skinny dog-headed man had turned into a two-meter-tall monster with torn skin.
He flipped over and pushed away the ice prism that was pressing on him. Then, he let out a long howl and sprinted forward.
Behind him were a dozen equally strong and terrifying monsters.
"The Fallen Oracle!"
At this moment, Daly, who was running down from the hill, witnessed the scene clearly. Her face turned as pale as snow.
Perhaps she didn't know what kind of God Geshwu was, but she knew the characteristics of the Fallen Oracle.
The fact that the Fallen Oracle was able to unleash unimaginable, terrifying strength from so many dying beings in an instant proved that only an Oracle was capable of such a 'halo' skill!
"Sir Dobby, hurry up and help Mr. Jenn. That's an Oracle!
We have to hold them off here. Otherwise, the entire territory will be in trouble! "
"Missy?"
Upon hearing Daly's frantic screams, Dobby was taken aback. He wasn't an erudite Mage and didn't know what an Oracle was.
But it was apparent that this terrifying, enormous monster wasn't to be trifled with.
At that moment, Jenn's female knights charged forward. The private soldiers of the nobles gritted their teeth and followed closely behind, clashing with the terrifying monsters.
And at this moment, Daly saw the terrifying monster finally move. Its figure flashed, and in the next moment, it seemed to have transformed into a violent hurricane that rushed in front of Zayen. Then, the Oracle raised the battle axe in his hand high and slashed it down at Zayen with force.
Looking at this scene, Daly couldn't help but shriek and shut her eyes.
Messenger of God. Just this word alone brought her endless pressure. She could almost imagine Zayen being chopped into pieces by the other party.
But at this moment, along with a loud bang, a furious roar sounded in Daly's ears.
This is …
The young lady widened her eyes in astonishment. But at that moment, the only thing she witnessed was the Fallen Sky Oracle flying back miserably, drawing an arc in the sky, before crashing heavily to the ground.
On the other hand, Jenn stood on the spot in silence.
"This …"
Looking at this scene, be it Daly or Dobby, who intended to rush forward to help, couldn't help but be stunned.