"Go!" Arthur and Steviat turned into shadows, and just as they rushed out of the grand hall, the huge stone pillars collapsed, causing the entire hall to collapse inward instantly. Wilbur and Holt burst through the ruins, flying out of the hall and continuing their battle in mid-air. Arthur and Steviat watched from the courtyard below. Steviat, feeling worried, said, "I've heard that Mister Wilbur is the one who defeated Buker. He came to Beklaven to help us, but I'm not sure if he can defeat Holt on his own." "Master Arthur, I'll gather everyone now." "No!" Steviat was about to leave when Arthur stopped him. "It's not necessary. Both of them have reached the peak of the Emperor level. Their energy isn't just spiritual but also contains other powers. Bringing others won't help. This time, whether Skermann can escape the flames of war is up to fate." Steviat sighed inwardly. Although he did not want to admit it, Arthur was right. The power Wilbur and Holt wielded far surpass
The Dark Messenger's lips curled into a faint smile. "I told you I'd make you pay a hundredfold. I'll make you wish you were dead. When you killed me before, you used your right hand. So now, there's no need for your right hand to exist anymore. Let's blow it up!" With those words, the Dark Messenger twitched his fingers. Suddenly, Holt's right hand lifted involuntarily. Though he instinctively tried to pull it back, his hand remained suspended in the air, completely out of his control. Holt's eyes widened in horror. "What are you doing?" The next second, Holt's right arm exploded with blood spurting everywhere. "Aaargh!" Holt screamed in agony. The Dark Messenger sneered. "Seems like you're quite the actor." Holt, with a look of anguish, said, "Lord Dark Messenger, I was wrong. I shouldn't have opposed you. Please, I beg you, spare me. I'll do anything you ask if you let me live." "Hmph." The Dark Messenger scoffed, "Do you still think you can escape, Cold Lord?" At t
Holt's entire body was constantly exploding, causing wounds to appear all over him. However, what flowed from these wounds was not red blood, but a black, viscous liquid. In an instant, the black liquid turned transparent and re-entered Holt's body. His wounds began to heal rapidly until they were completely gone. Black energy receded from Holt's abdomen, gradually moving upward, and was soon forced into his brain. Holt roared, "Dark Lord, don't let me see you in another world!" Boom! A thunderous sound echoed through the sky. The connection to Holt's demonic power was severed by the Cold Lord, but the evil seed in Holt's brain remained. This was because the black shadow nourished Holt, allowing him to survive. Each evil god could only nurture one puppet per dimension. The puppet carried a seed of the evil god within them. If the puppet died, the seed would transform into demonic energy and return to the evil god. Only when this energy returned could the evil god seek a n
"Your Holiness." "What are your orders?" Holt looked at the figures on the screen and said, "Listen up, everyone. Wilbur wants to end the war in the Bullard Bay area. He will inevitably come to find you. The moment any of you encounter Wilbur, notify me immediately. I will get there as fast as I can. This time, I will ensure he dies." "Yes, Your Holiness." "Understood, Your Holiness." At this moment, Wilbur was on his way to Velks, a small country in the Bullard Bay area. Velks had been engulfed in the region's war for over a year. The prolonged conflict had claimed the lives of thousands of soldiers and civilians. Wilbur had learned that Velks was controlled by Cardinal Bernal of the church. According to Layla's intelligence, Bernal was a treacherous individual who had sworn loyalty to the Pope. Bernal had vowed to uphold the Pope's plans, even if it meant dying in battle. His staunch allegiance made him a key figure in the ongoing conflict in the Bullard Bay area. Knowi
Bernal respectfully said, "Your Holiness, are there any other orders?" "Bernal, I anticipate that Wilbur will likely head to Velks first. If he comes to you, remember, don't engage him in battle. Just stall him until I arrive." "Understood, Your Holiness." The figure on the screen flickered and then vanished into static. Just then, a servant entered, bowing respectfully. "Lord Bernal, a young man outside claiming to be named Andrew seeks an audience with you." "Andrew?" Bernal turned and looked at the servant, frowning as he pondered. "Among all the people I know, there isn't anyone named Andrew. How did he know I was here? Did someone leak information about my location?" The servant, terrified, dropped to his knees with a thud and said respectfully, "My Lord, I don't know either. The young man said he found this place on his own. I thought he might be an old acquaintance of yours." "An old acquaintance?" "Hmph. Very well, I will meet him. Lead the way." "Yes, my Lord
"You!" Bernal's initial reaction to seeing Wilbur was anger. But then he recalled Holt's warning and had to suppress his rage. Coldly, he said, "This is Bullard Bay. Wilbur, you are a citizen of Dasha. Instead of dealing with your own country's affairs, you came here to meddle in the issues of Bullard Bay. Isn't that too much?" After speaking, Bernal subtly signaled to the servant, who immediately understood and left the hall. Wilbur responded, "Lord Bernal, don't you realize that the situation here has far exceeded our expectations? What's happening in Bullard is affecting the entire dimension. As cultivators, it is our responsibility and duty to maintain the peace of the entire dimension." "I don't know what you're talking about. The church has no enmity with Dasha's Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. I am merely following the orders of the Pope. I advise you not to interfere." Seeing that Bernal seemed reasonable, Wilbur suspected that Bernal might be unaware o
At this moment, Holt glared coldly at Bernal, shouting angrily, "Bernal, do you realize who you're talking to? I am the Pope! Do you think I am less than an ordinary Church member in your eyes?" "Please, Your Holiness, demonstrate Illuminos." "Insolence!" "Bernal, you have disappointed me greatly. Now, I, Holt, as the Pope, hereby strip you of your title as Cardinal and expel you from the Church. From this moment on, you are no longer a member of our Church. Begone!" Hearing this, Bernal gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Why is it that everyone else can perform the Illuminos, a very simple spell, but you, Your Holiness, dare not? It seems Wilbur was right. You have sacrificed your soul to the evil god and become its puppet. Isn't that the real reason you refuse to perform Illuminos?" Bernal's eyes widened, and in the next instant, a beam of white light pierced through his chest. Holt, with a dark expression, watched as Bernal fell to the ground, full of resentment. He said
"Hahaha!" The Dark Messenger sneered and said, "Do you really think you have such a chance? Holt, don't forget that you are just my puppet now. You are my slave. You will do whatever I command. You have no choice." Wilbur looked at Holt, now reduced to a mere puppet, with a shocked expression. It was hard to believe that the former powerful figure who once controlled the entire Bullard Bay region had fallen to such a fate. With a stern face, the Dark Messenger continued, "Holt, now I will transfer my energy to you. You must defeat Wilbur for me and kill him with your own hands." Holt, with cold eyes fixed on Wilbur, said, "I've always wanted to kill him. Before, I didn't have the strength to slay Wilbur, but if you, Dark Messenger, can make me stronger, I am willing to kill Wilbur for you!" "Don't worry, Holt. The power I give you will be more than enough to defeat Wilbur." Powerful energy emanated from the Dark Messenger, quickly channeling into Holt's body. Wilbur could cle