There was no way the nine saints wouldn't come.
This was within Klein's expectations. Gods required the power of faith and without faith, there wouldn't be any power.
This was why Klein chose to attack the Holy White City.
If the nine saints didn't descend at this moment, the moment he broke into the Holy White City would also be the moment the faith of the Templar Church was destroyed.
When that happened, at least half of the nine saints wouldn't receive the power of faith.
This was something they definitely didn't wish to see. Therefore, even if they were to face the judgment of the Fate Slate, they still chose to descend.
It was apparent that the other party was here to kill them in a single blow.
"In the name of God … The wicked shall be punished."
A voice emerged in everyone's head. It was an old, deep voice.
Upon hearing this voice, the undead creatures that were wreaking havoc retreated instantly.
At the same time, the radiant sun shone from above, illuminating the city before them.
Looking at this scene, the believers who survived due to luck or other reasons knelt on the ground in excitement. They gazed at the nine indistinct figures in the sky and couldn't help but pray.
It wasn't surprising that they were so excited. This was the holy city and it was during the Holy Light Ritual, so it was only natural that the most devout believers gathered here.
Even in that situation earlier, they still yearned to receive God's salvation.
And now, witnessing the arrival of God personally, these believers couldn't be more excited.
Along with the appearance of that voice, the dazzling radiance of the sun illuminated the entire Holy White City. Some of the weaker undead creatures couldn't hold on any longer and turned into black smoke under the radiance.
In an instant, it was as though the entire city was emanating a dazzling radiance from within.
The effects of the Holy Land were fully displayed at this moment. The dark clouds that originally shrouded the sky had completely disappeared. Not even a trace of shadow was left.
As expected of the nine saints …
Looking at this scene, Jenn was bewildered.
Honestly speaking, if he were to encounter this situation, perhaps Jenn would have already fled and released his younger sister.
But Klein obviously wouldn't make the same choice as Jenn. So, faced with the current situation, what would Klein choose?
While looking at Klein's figure in mid-air, Jenn stealthily retracted his body and quickly slipped towards the direction of the teleportation beacon along the side alley.
Fortunately, under the cover of the Sun God's holy light, most of the undead creatures had been turned into ashes, which made Jenn's actions a lot easier.
Otherwise, if he encountered a large group of undead creatures, it would be troublesome for Jenn to avoid them without attracting Klein's attention.
"Punishment?"
Klein did not feel anything when he heard the Sun God's words.
He just bathed in the sunlight. Even though his old silver armor could not withstand the invasion of the Divine Power and began to emit black smoke, Klein did not move at all.
He lowered his head in silence and gazed at the ground before him. After a few moments, he lifted his head once again.
"Punishment!!
That's right, this is the punishment I'm giving you!!! "
As Klein's furious roar reverberated through the sky, the ground suddenly began to tremble violently. The sturdy ground cracked under the impact of the powerful force, and huge, pitch-black cracks appeared on the ground. Then, sharp howls of agony flew out from the cracks. Immediately after, the ice-cold aura of death once again spread out from the cracks on the ground, rapidly enveloping a large portion of the Holy White City. This originally bright and dazzling city was now like a pearl covered in dust, once again losing its luster.
Looking at this scene, the believers instantly let out a wave of horrified screams.
They didn't expect the Demon King to be this terrifying to be so arrogant in the face of the power of the gods.
They originally thought that as long as the Nine Saints appeared, the terrifying undead creatures would immediately crumble.
And the incomparably powerful Demon King would tremble and die under the majesty of the gods.
But what they didn't expect was that the Demon King was still so unscrupulous in the face of the gods' arrival. He didn't seem to have any intention of collapsing in fear like in the legends.
This made them a little uncertain. After all, in the myths, as long as the gods appeared, the demons would naturally raise their hands and surrender.
It was just like how in television dramas, criminals would instinctively throw away their weapons as though they were under some kind of mental manipulation spell and could only allow the police to arrest them for justice.
But it was a pity that those were only rumors and stories on the streets, after all. Stories needed artistic processing, but reality didn't.
There were many people who arrested and assaulted the police and there were naturally more than one or two Demon Kings who wanted to rebel against the gods.
Without a diamond, how could one do porcelain work?
The gloomy aura of death crept up again, and this time, Zayen frowned as he felt the chill.
Such a violent aura of death definitely didn't belong to Klein.
Even though Klein was also an undead creature, he hadn't ascended to become a God yet and didn't have sufficient strength to resist a True God.
This was why the Saint of the Sun God could disperse the fog that shrouded the White City with a single sentence.
Because that was the true, pure power of the gods.
No matter how powerful Klein was, he couldn't be compared to a True God at this level.
Therefore, it was impossible for Klein to possess an aura of death that could resist the power of a True God.
But now, this aura of death was able to resist the power of the Sun God.
This could only mean one thing, and that was that the owner of this Power of Death was also a god.
In Jenn's memory, there was only one God who could do this.
The Netherworld Princess.
Could it be that the Netherworld Princess intended to descend personally?
While quietly moving along the gap toward the beacon where the teleportation portal was located, Zayen's brain was spinning rapidly as he pondered.
He had never seen the Princess of the Netherworld before, but he had heard some things about the Princess of the Netherworld from Nabelius. Although he wasn't very clear, there was one thing that the Princess of the Netherworld was very similar to Nabelius, which was that they would never go out unless it was absolutely necessary.
Now that the Nine Saints were here, what could the Netherworld Princess do by herself?
Even if she were to descend personally, she would probably be besieged by the Nine Saints.
The Netherworld Princess was able to live for so long, so she naturally wasn't a fool or suffering from dementia. In that case, what exactly was the meaning of this move of hers?
"The power of the netherworld!"
At the same time, the Nine Saints above apparently realized that something was amiss.
The blurry figure in the middle let out a soft yell and retreated quickly.
At the same time, the Birds of Glory that were originally surrounding the god also screeched and rushed towards Klein.
They flapped their wings and swooped down while changing their forms rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the Birds of Light transformed into humanoid figures with wings. They raised their swords and slashed at Klein.
"Angel!
It's an angel! "
Upon seeing the angel appear before them, the Church of Light believers below were thrilled. They lifted their heads and widened their eyes at this scene.
They seemed to have witnessed the terrifying demon king hovering in the air being turned into ashes by the angel's attack.
But it was a pity that reality was far crueler than fantasy.
"Shameless lackey!"
Klein snarled at the sight of the Angel of Light pouncing on him. Then, he raised his left hand and clenched his fist.
At the next moment, along with this action, the massive power of death gushed out instantly. Before the Angel of Light tried to dodge, the power of death transformed into a huge palm and squeezed it. Then, Klein clenched his left hand tightly.
Shortly after, the Angel of Light let out a mournful wail like a squashed chicken, hung its head, and breathed no more.
Klein casually tossed the Angel of Light's corpse into the dark fog of death below like trash, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The moment his compatriot sacrificed his life, another Angel of Light arrived before Klein. He clutched his greatsword with both hands and thrust it straight at Klein's face with a whistling sound.
As long as the Angel of Light struck its target, the huge sword that was as big as Klein's head would be able to penetrate him.
However, before the greatsword could complete its mission, the longsword in Klein's hand that was burning with dark flames had already whizzed out and collided head-on with the angel's greatsword.
Then, the thick giant sword was instantly shattered, twisted, and left. The broken blade whistled as it flew backwards.
At the same time, the longsword in Klein's hand had already pierced into the body of the angel in front of him. Dark flames instantly erupted, enveloping the shining body of the angel that seemed to be covered with gold foil. Soon, under the dark flames, the glowing outline of a human skeleton struggled to emerge from within and then disappeared.
When Klein withdrew his sword again, the Angel of Light was nowhere to be seen.
But at the same time, more Angels swarmed over.
But this time, Klein had no intention of tangling with them. He raised his sword and pointed it forward coldly.
Shortly after, the sea of darkness coalesced from the fog of death beneath Klein's feet surged and evil undead creatures flew out one by one, charging at the Angels that besieged Klein.
The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle in the sky.
Looking at this scene, the believers on the ground couldn't help but shut their mouths. Their fragile fantasies were shattered by reality time and time again, leaving them at a loss.
As a matter of fact, when they saw the angels, who were the representatives of God, being easily killed by the demon king, the believers couldn't help but widen their eyes. They couldn't believe what they saw no matter what.
And now, when the Angel of Light and the ugly Undead Creatures clashed and failed to gain an overwhelming advantage, the believers were filled with fear and doubts.
Because this was completely different from the legends about the powerful power of God that they had heard in the Holy Church. Their beautiful fantasy and hope were like delicate glass bottles in the face of the harsh reality, smashing into pieces.
No matter how devout the believers were, perhaps they would more or less feel uneasy and shaken after witnessing this scene.
But this had nothing to do with Jenn.
He wrapped himself in a tattered cloak and sped along the alley toward the teleportation beacon.
Fortunately, due to the battle between the Undead Creatures and the Angels, most of the forces were concentrated in the sky. Occasionally, a few Undead Creatures saw Jenn dressed like a Lich, but they didn't pay much attention to him.
The Nine Saints didn't attack immediately. It was obvious that they were also worried about the power of the Fate Tablet.
Although Klein only had one of the fragments, judging from the looks of the Nine Saints, they were also afraid of taking action for fear of harming the innocent.
Now that the Nine Saints had appeared, they would at most lose a portion of their strength if they were killed.
But if they were too close to Klein and caused him to activate the power of the Fate Tablet, the situation would be completely different.
Only God knew if the Fate Tablet would 'judge' the Nine Saints based on their actions. If they were unlucky and were judged to descend as a Saint, they would be sent to the main plane on the spot.
In that case, they wouldn't just be sacrificing a clone and a bit of strength. They might even lose their Divine Domain and Godhood.
It seemed like the Nine Saints weren't as united as a piece of iron.
Looking at the positions of the Nine Saints in the sky, Jenn smiled in his heart.
Klein was a Holy Knight under the Sun God. His crimes were definitely related to the Sun God, Amon.
Hence, the other eight Gods kept a distance from him. Obviously, they didn't want to be implicated. Of course, this was also because they were worried about Klein's Fate Tablet.
If the Fate Tablet was gone, then the Gods naturally wouldn't have to worry about Klein.
The teleportation beacon was right in front of them.
Looking at the Wizard Tower that was shrouded in a pillar of light, Jenn took a deep breath.
Perhaps it was because this was the place where Klein had first invaded. At this moment, the surroundings of the mage tower were filled with mages who had been transformed into undead creatures. They were all wearing the same long robes and patrolling the area in a daze, in case of an invasion.
These temporarily created Undead Creatures were naturally not as strong as the naturally transformed Lich. But if they were used to carry out specific tasks, they would still be a headache.
Jenn wasn't willing to barge in and face a large wave of magical attacks. As for attracting Klein's attention, that was almost certain.
However, it wasn't as if Jenn was completely helpless.
At this thought, Jenn narrowed his eyes. Then, he bent down and grabbed the Shadow Blade in his hand. Like a fish, he quietly blended into the shadows and disappeared.