Chapter 625: Rout

Although she didn't know why, it was clear that Erinn was very persistent in using a jumping chop to attack the part of the enemy below the knee—of course, that might also be because every time she used the jumping chop, she always encountered opponents whose height far exceeded her own. After all, in her debut battle 3,700 years ago, she faced the Omen Goddess, whose legs were longer than her life…

The underground “parking lot” echoed with spine-chilling clattering sounds. This vast space, enlarged many times due to the otherworldly transformation, seemed to be constantly impacted by an invisible force. Even the dome and the faint boundaries in the distance began to ripple like water. Erinn’s form kept cutting in and out of reality—Omen, doll, short stack…

For someone encountering her for the first time, it was impossible to keep up with such bizarre and ever-changing “fighting rhythm.” Not to mention the Archsage, even Yu Sheng wondered if Erinn herself knew what she was doing, suspecting she was just using whatever moves she dreamed up.

And let’s be honest, when a super-capable fighter completely abandons personal dignity and image, not minding crawling around on the ground and smashing people’s toes, it’s really terrifying. It becomes hard to counter from both the upper and lower limits. After all, a high-ranking priest of the Inquisition, who normally faces opponents at least on the level of Xuan Che or Song Cheng, would usually have some face—the Archsage fell behind from the start, and once he made a wrong move, every step was wrong, destined to make his subsequent journey painful…

While Erinn was so cruelly beating a severe paronychia patient (don’t ask where the paronychia came from), the other Inquisition priests and soldiers on the scene also snapped out of it and began trying to support their leader.

A few priests in white robes who still had some strength quickly gathered. Unstable psionic fluctuations rippled around them, and a powerful spell gradually took shape, pointing toward the faint, enormous spider phantom in midair.

The Brass Knights pulled back inside the defensive line, forming a defensive formation around the priests. They held their greatswords horizontally, gradually synchronizing their protective force fields into a hazy energy barrier. The remaining Inquisition soldiers quickly took cover around the knights and continued to pour firepower toward the silver-white fox, suppressing those eerie foxfires and exploding tails, to prevent interference with the co-casted spell.

However, at that moment, a white-robed priest who was channeling a psionic blast suddenly felt a strong sense of unease, as if everyone had overlooked something very important.

He looked up sharply, scanning the smoke-filled battlefield. He saw thin mist swirling around the underground space, fine snow falling through the roof, twirling in the hot air above the smoke, and thin sanguine mist spreading everywhere. The blood-colored mist seemed to have a life of its own, hiding unsettling shadows within.

Suddenly, a distorted blur leaped out from the edge of the blood mist, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced the only weak point in the barrier constructed by the Brass Knights—only the “artificial saint” of the Paladin Knights knew how to easily break through this barrier.

“Heretical unit!”

The white-robed priest only had time to let out a terrified scream before he felt the psionic energy surging in his hands suddenly lose balance, felt himself lose control of all supernatural power—and two seconds later, he realized it wasn’t that the psionic energy had lost balance, but that his head had been pierced.

Luna’s surprise attack succeeded, and the other priests quickly reacted. The powerful spell originally meant to be thrown at Erinn was released on the spot. A large area of space twisted and froze, even the floating dust in the air was pressed motionless by an invisible force, as if time had stopped.

However, Luna had already teleported out of the freeze field’s range before that—she was too familiar with the Inquisition’s various tactics and the priests’ “divine art” fluctuations.

She charged straight at the Inquisition soldiers who were protecting the priest group and suppressing Huli with fire.

Light power armor was like paper in front of the artificial saint’s finger blades.

But at that moment, an unsettling cracking sound suddenly came from the direction of the unstable rift. Then, a harsh tearing and whistling sound echoed throughout the underground garage.

The ground began to shake violently. The high-concentration residual psionic energy in the space triggered indiscriminate discharges out of nowhere. Fine lightning and flames rampaged, then began to roll back and collapse toward the rift.

At almost the same time, the Archsage fell with a crash—this giant with a godlike majestic posture finally fell. The power brought by “Sanctification” did not allow him to overcome the Omen-doll before him. The astonishing vitality and supernatural resistance only brought him the pain of powder fractures below the knees and the humiliation of being chased and beaten with a frying pan by a low-quality doll for half the day.

The key was that this doll not only used a frying pan to hit people, but also cursed while hitting. The profanity was truly beyond anything he had ever imagined. Within three minutes of fighting, he had lost his parents, and then, centered on his parents, all his immediate relatives died tragically at the doll’s mouth.

Erinn didn’t even spare the earthworm at his door or the dog his neighbor kept.

“Blasphemous abomination… blasphemous abomination…” The Archsage couldn’t win in either fighting or cursing, and now he was in pain whether walking or crawling. He fell to the ground in shock and rage, propping himself up on his elbows, moving painfully toward the rift, muttering to himself, “Filthy inferior, unfit for civilization…”

“What the hell are you babbling about, you dumbass?”

A spine-chilling voice came from ahead. Several spider limbs appeared in his field of vision. The Archsage looked up and saw the doll had turned into a terrifying blasphemous abomination again—a black spider with a female upper body, looking down at him, its crimson eyes gleaming with ominous omen.

Black threads radiating a cold aura appeared out of thin air in the surrounding air. The spider’s two limbs swayed around, weaving the threads into a net, sealing off his escape from all directions.

The Archsage struggled to prop himself up, staring at the blasphemous abomination before him with the most contemptuous and arrogant gaze.

But a sharp spider leg pierced his back, nailing him to the ground again.

“That remote meltdown command, did you give it?” Erinn pressed down hard on the enemy. His tenacious life force surprised her a bit, but now the victor was decided, and his struggles were futile. “That artificial saint, did you kill her?”

The fallen giant did not answer her question, only forcing out a harmless curse from his throat.

Erinn grew even angrier. Crimson light surged in her scarlet eyes, and the black threads tightened inch by inch: “...She just wanted a piece of candy! She didn’t even get to eat it! C-Kou could still go farming, water flowers, argue with me, and go tattle to Yu Sheng… She just wanted a piece of candy!”

The spider limb pressed down, slowly tearing the giant nailed to the ground.

But suddenly, the giant raised one hand, and at an angle that nearly twisted his arm off, he grabbed the spider leg on his back.

“Preposterous… illogical…” He mumbled indistinctly.

The heat in the surrounding air began to rise sharply. Dense, blinding arcs of electricity appeared out of nowhere in Erinn’s vision.

She felt numbness on her carapace and skin, and suddenly sensed something wrong: “What the... Holy shit!?”

She saw that the Archsage’s marble-like skin suddenly split open with cracks, and inside there was no flesh at all, only intense, near-limit charging light.

The final stage of Sanctification—beneath the mortal shell, only pure endless light remains.

“Listen to the echoes of the sacred realm…!” The Archsage yelled his final roar, clinging tightly to the spider leg piercing his back.

Erinn’s whole body broke out in goosebumps (if she had any). The next second, her enormous spider shell dissipated into thin air, and the golden-haired doll holding the frying pan rushed out of the slowly expanding and contracting white light, sprinting toward Yu Sheng’s direction: “Holy crap! It’s gonna explode!!”

The next second, the fierce endless light exploded—the moment Erinn and Luna quickly retreated to Huli’s side, that light engulfed the entire space around the unstable rift, even engulfing the white-robed priests, Inquisition soldiers, and Brass Knights who couldn’t retreat in time. With a few short screams, the figures within the white light evaporated clean.

However, just as everyone expected the white light to continue spreading and Huli had already erected protective spiritual energy to endure this self-destruct, the exploding white light suddenly collapsed and dissipated.

All the light silently collapsed. The space originally occupied by the Inquisition Order left only a scorching crater. The molten ground presented an apocalyptic scene. The Brass Knights, soldiers, and priests all turned to ash at the bottom of the crater. And at the spot where the “Archsage” had fallen, only a slowly “evaporating” “afterglow” remained.

Huli instinctively looked up toward the end of the parking lot, only to find that the unstable rift had also disappeared, leaving only a faint residual shadow in the air.

Immediately after, the environment in the “underground parking lot” began to change—the thin mist dissipated, the fine snow stopped falling through the roof, the expanded space around them was silently “shrinking,” and the weirdly fused soil and stones rolled back to their original time and space.

This scene was exactly the same as when the “Dark Alley” had returned to normal.

In just over ten seconds, this place turned into an ordinary-looking underground parking lot, with only a few open corners still bearing some traces of the previous battle, and a few vehicles too close to the “distortion point” showing varying degrees of damage.

Erinn and the others looked at each other.