Chapter 786 — Return to Reality
Blade of Dawn · Page 1 of 4
The mind storm howled and raged, forming a literal "storm" within this world wrought of psychic power. Wherever its mighty magic swept, the countless things built of dreams and projections crumbled apart and dissolved into nothing!
Magnum, hierarch of the Mystery Order, raised both hands high, a pleased smile spreading across his face.
In a place this bizarre, facing a pack of twisted projections and the insidious traps of the mental plane, this was hardly a pleasant or relaxing experience.
When it came to unraveling these layer upon layer of mental traps that left one no room to guard, he honestly had no talent for it.
But once things reached the stage where both sides bared their health bars… oh ho, then he was all fired up!
After all, before he had thrown himself into the career of a cultist—a path with no future in sight—he had been a priest of the God of War.
The Church of the God of War held little influence in the Ansu-Cecil region and counted few believers, but in the Typhoeus Empire, the War God's church was the most influential sect of all. The Typhoeus military was stuffed to the brim with priests of the God of War, every one of them a hot-tempered old dove…
Amid the howling mind storm, Gao Yang, in a state of psychological invisibility, narrowed his eyes slightly.
The pale golden runes summoned by Yuri, hierarch of the Radiant Order, flickered and circled around the exploration squad, forming a solid psychic bulwark. Beyond the bulwark raged a storm that seemed bent on destroying everything; within it, all was quiet and still.
So these golden runes were meant to defend against damage from one's own teammates…
A faint, wry smile crossed his mind as Gao Yang's gaze passed over the Sleepers' exploration squad and settled on the church steps not far away.
In the end, the mind storm could only deal with those fragile projection residents and the unresisting plaza space. The elderly cleric with his eerie divine arts still stood firm at the top of the church steps; some protective spell had helped him withstand the mind storm's damage, and on his face was a look of fanatical fury and shock as he stared fixedly at Selena Guelfern, who was ascending the steps one by one.
Though Selena now appeared to be nothing but a girl of thirteen or fourteen, as she advanced step by step, lantern in hand, an immense and terrifying aura spread out around her—an aura that gradually suppressed even the holy, majestic sacred music above the church, suppressed the divine arts the old cleric was pouring his full strength into.
Gao Yang was not the least bit surprised by this turn of events.
After all, this exploration squad was the elite of the elite among the Sleepers, and leading them was a legendary figure who had been called a "Saint" seven hundred years ago.
Though this legendary figure had long since fallen in the real world, in this world sustained by souls and psychic power, her strength would suffer not the slightest discount—it might even be greater.
In the initial exploration, it had been the eerie properties of Phantom Town itself and the overflowing power of Sandbox No. 1—things beyond anyone's understanding—that had created the crisis and the pressure. But now… now they had reached the stage of face-to-face confrontation, and in a direct clash, how could a mere projection of a cleric possibly be Selena's match?
"O supreme Upper Narrator! Send down your power! Punish these ruffians who disturb the peace of your church!" Facing this utterly unfavorable situation, the old cleric roared. He seemed to have finally made up his mind, preparing to expend a tremendous price to unleash a power that could turn the tide. The layered halos behind him abruptly expanded, covering half the plaza, and his voice merged with the omnipresent sacred music, thundering across the entire town: "May your kingdom come on earth, may your will be done, may you walk in the mortal world as you walk in the pure land of heaven—"