Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 560 - 561: Prayer [2/2]

Compared to ordinary adult dragons, humans were undoubtedly tiny.

But compared to the pale giant dragon that suddenly appeared in the camp, humans became even smaller than specks of dust.

The dragon’s claw descended from the sky, covering everything in shadow.

With a menacing presence and overwhelming strength, it fell from the high heavens like a plummeting meteor, crashing down into the camp. It was a disaster that came without warning, tyrannical, like the collapse of the firmament.

The soldiers and mages, in their despair, unleashed all their techniques and magic, attacking the dragon’s claw with all their might. However, these attacks were too weak, not even worthy of scratching the dragon, and they shattered upon contact with the pale light that enveloped the dragon’s claw.

In this way, a force that couldn’t even be described as "earth-shattering" descended like a divine punishment from the high sky, striking the ground. In an instant, the earth tore apart, and a terrifying wave of energy swept the surroundings. After mercilessly crushing several soldiers and mages into meat paste, the overwhelming aftermath continued to spread.

The soldiers and mages were powerless against the dragon’s might and the terrifying mix of shadow power and magic in the aura, and their bodies were shattered as soon as they came into contact with it.

...

"Am I... am I dreaming... why... why is this happening?!"

Staring at the nightmarish and apocalyptic scene in front of him, Palom muttered to himself in a daze.

He thought he could escape from the Sword Demon, retreat to a safe position, and simply protect the important figures.

But why?!

Escaping Sword Demon, only for such a monster to inexplicably emerge?

Although his heart continued to roar in struggle,

The blood in Palom’s body had rapidly cooled due to this terrifying scene, freezing. His heart felt like it was gripped by an invisible hand, the pressure was intense. His whole body trembled, like a withered branch swaying in the autumn wind, ready to snap at any moment.

The only clear thought in the general’s mind told him he should flee, but his trembling limbs were rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch, sinking into endless despair.

Moreover,

even if he could overcome his fear and force his limbs to move for an escape, his Sixth level strength was still powerless to escape the aura shockwave of the pale giant dragon.

In despair, Palom lost the courage to face the creature in front of him. He gave up struggling, closed his eyes tightly, like a dying seal, and fell into boundless cold and darkness.

"Heh, I’m really unlucky..."

Almost at the moment he closed his eyes,

the spreading pale energy, like a turbulent flow, engulfed him, tearing him into countless pieces...

At this point,

The squad that Palom brought for support, a total of forty-four people, had been completely wiped out.

The pale giant dragon continued to advance step by step.

From the beginning to the end,

The pale giant dragon did not attempt to attack Palom and the others. It was merely moving forward under the control of its energy, advancing toward its true target.

...

"Roarrrrrrrrrrrr..."

The pale giant dragon exhaled a hot, murky breath, emitting a spine-chilling low growl. In that moment, its blood-red dragon eyes locked onto a distant silver-haired girl, a terrifying killing intent bursting forth …

And the moment she was targeted by that gaze, Mengxi standing on the watchtower couldn’t help but shiver, a grave expression spreading across her face.

At this moment, she was like a fragile little white rabbit locked in the sights of a bloodthirsty beast, her whole body filled with an intense trembling sensation.

With a wry smile, Mengxi helplessly gripped the sword at her waist.

"This... really doesn’t look good."

...

...

In the next instant, without warning, the pale giant dragon suddenly opened its gaping maw filled with sharp fangs, and a beam of ghastly white death ray burst forth, roaring towards the silver-haired girl...

On the other side,

At the center of Anvika, within Asumos Church headquarters.

In front of the grand cathedral of the Divine Capital,

Dozens of Church holy knights were nervously gazing towards the western battlefield. After experiencing the aftermath of a distant thunderstorm, the expressions on the faces of several knights became even more somber. After all, following that burst of energy, they could hardly sense the presence of Kain and Bai Yanluo from the residual aura.

Clearly, the current situation was extremely bad.

It was even possible that the two Apostles of Heaven had already perished under the Sword Demon’s assault.

The two top warriors of the church were in a state of life and death, naturally causing these loyal church knights great anxiety. While they were unsettled, a surge of dragon’s might from the eastern military fortress instantly changed the expressions of several church paladins.

They then anxiously turned their heads to look eastward. ’?!!!’

"That... Murakumo base?! What’s with this power?! Why is it emanating from there?!"

One of the knights couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

Although this dragon’s presence was completely unfamiliar to them, as seasoned knights accustomed to battle, they could still keenly sense the part of the power of the Shadow within the dragon’s aura.

Undoubtedly,

The owner of this aura was not the friendly type towards humans.

Realizing this, the knights felt like ants on a hot pan, filled with anxiety. It should be noted that at this moment, the Murakumo base was filled with many important figures and their families who had evacuated from the capital, and even the church’s Girl of Destiny was there.

If something happened to them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

One of the knights, his face anxious and bearing a scar, his red hair showing his experienced life, rarely showed any dissatisfaction, glared fiercely at the grand stone door behind him, the main entrance to the grand cathedral of the Divine Capital.

Taking a deep breath, the man strode toward the stone gate.

But at this moment, a silver-white spear suddenly extended and blocked the path of the red-haired man, and a voice full of authority entered the ears of the red-haired knight:

"Rob, don’t cross the line."

"Captain?!!"

After being stopped in his tracks, the man named Rob looked at the elderly knight who blocked his way.

"Given the current situation! The two Apostles are in a life-and-death situation!! The base where the Girl of Destiny is located seems to have been attacked too! In such a situation! Why isn’t the Pope taking action?! What exactly does he want to do?! What’s the point of praying now?!"

Facing the angrily questioning colleague, the elderly knight slightly narrowed his eyes and released a powerful holy pressure to restrain Rob’s body,

"Calm down, Rob. I know you’re worried about your son at the eastern Base. But we are loyal knights to the Pope, and following the Pope’s orders is our duty. You should not question the Pope’s decisions."

"But... but!"

"There’s no but. We are holy knights, and if the Pope orders us to stay here and not disturb him, we should stay here without any distractions. Have you forgotten your oath?"

"..."

Being told this way, Rob could only clench his fists reluctantly and lower his head.

"You shouldn’t worry too much either. The Pope has a plan for dealing with the Sword Demon in this situation. Maybe he has already issued some instructions in the Divine Capital. We should focus on our duties. As for your son, he is a loyal follower, and the Goddess will protect him. Besides, your son’s soul gem is not shattered yet... Stay calm!"

"Understood"

Rob took a deep breath.

Under the pressure from the elderly knight’s aura, his agitated heart gradually calmed down. With a bit more composure, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and silently returned to his assigned position.

And also,

’When the Demon King had attacked the Divine Capital, and the Pope couldn’t possibly remain silent. He must be planning something... Perhaps, the Pope was arming himself with magical equipment and weapons, intending to personally eliminate those demons...’

Thinking of this,

Rob unconsciously cast hopeful glances at the stone gate behind him.

...

However,

What the knight didn’t know was that, on the other side of the stone gate, inside the magnificent and splendid temple, Pope Kael, whom he was hoping for, was doing nothing. He was kneeling quietly in front of the Goddess statue with his hands clasped together. The magical communication stones around him occasionally transmitted the pleas of the archbishops in red robes, various terrifying roars, and even the screams of the believers before their deaths...

Yet, with these sounds in his ears, Kael remained calm and composed.

Even upon hearing the uncertain fate of the two Apostles of Heaven, Kael just indifferently raised his eyebrows, continuing to maintain his devout praying posture. It was as if everything happening in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

The attention of the Pope was always focused on the magnificent golden gemstone eyes of the Goddess statue in front of him.

Unconsciously, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Kael’s mouth.

’Hehe~’

’It seems…’

"The Goddess really enjoy this, huh..."