272: Chapter 272 Mutual Destruction

"Under the Holy Light, all evil shall be destroyed."

Upon the golden clouds constructed of faith, those Missionaries chanted with devout expressions.

As they strolled leisurely, turrets and bombers disintegrated silently one after another.

"A miracle!"

"A miracle!"

Seeing this, the legion of believers charging below let out fanatical shouts, and their offensive grew even more violent.

"Playing god."

At this moment, several students from the Time Book House snorted coldly and flew out from the command room clad in full-body mecha.

With their knowledge, although they were unfamiliar with the path of faith, they naturally understood that while this thing looked mysterious, it was essentially just another form of energy utilization through rules.

"Activate."

One of them barked a low command. Light flashed on his right arm as metal spread inch by inch over his body, instantly forming a massive, bright copper-colored metal arm.

"Combine."

Another student also tapped twice on his body. Bionic skin peeled back, and specialized metal bones quickly formed an ultra-long heavy sniper rifle over two meters long.

The other students also revealed their own methods.

In the second round of the assessment, although the main purpose was to test their mastery of knowledge,

the projected illusions still retained some of the characteristic abilities of each contestant's original body to a certain extent.

As elites of this year's Time Book House, they naturally all had trump cards up their sleeves.

"You are all learned individuals, so you naturally understand that everything in the world was created by my Lord. Why resort to violence?"

The leading Missionary's face was as calm as ever, his voice gentle and devout.

"Sorry, we only believe in the truths we see for ourselves."

Fang Qingran, whose strength was second only to Zhang Huaiyuan and Talix, spoke indifferently.

She was currently encased in silver-white streamlined armor, holding a scepter that crackled with electric arcs, her aura awe-inspiring.

"That is truly a pity."

The compassion in the Missionary's eyes gradually faded, and he made no further attempt to persuade them.

Every excellent Scholar was a person of firm mind who could endure thousands of years of lonely research; they could not be forcibly converted with his current abilities.

He then piously and respectfully took out a handwritten scripture from his robes and began to read slowly.

"The Holy Lord pities all living beings..."

"The Holy Lord guides the lost..."

A voice that permeated the soul came buzzing toward them.

"Die!"

Seeing this, the student holding the two-meter-long heavy sniper raised his weapon and aimed at one of them. Several bones in his body, cast from specialized alloys, quickly condensed into a white bullet that slid into the barrel.

He pulled the trigger!

Bang!

With a slight sound, a trajectory that seemed to tear through space shot out like lightning.

That was his trump card. The bones in his body were only enough to fire three rounds. In a world like this with no supplies, using them up also meant death.

Even after being weakened by both the projection and the world rules, it still reached a power level close to the limit of level 2 rules.

"The Holy Lord brings light..."

"The Holy Lord protects peace..."

The targeted Missionary's face remained calm, as he continued to piously bury his head in reading the scripture in his hand.

A faint golden light emerged accordingly.

Boom!

The white trajectory slammed straight into the golden light, emitting a heart-palpitating grinding sound. It almost caused the entire golden light shield to cave in by more than a meter, stopping just a dozen centimeters short of hitting the Missionary inside.

"We are protected by the Holy Light. Sir, please do not persist in your errors."

"Hmph, I don't believe it."

The student with the heavy sniper rifle had a ruthless look in his eyes as he spoke coldly.

As his voice fell, he pulled the trigger again.

Amidst two consecutive clear rings, two white bullets tore through the void once more.

Bang! Pfft!

This time, the light shield, which was already at its limit, finally couldn't hold on. After barely blocking the second bullet, it shattered with a loud crack.

The third bullet followed immediately after.

The Missionary only had time to move the scripture in his hand aside before he was pierced through the heart.

A blood hole the size of a fist appeared in his chest.

"It seems your Holy Light cannot protect you."

The Time Book House student quietly attached a thruster to his back, stabilizing his limp body as he sneered.

"The Holy Light sees all. It is only that my aptitude is dull and I was not devout enough..."

The Missionary dropped his final words with a regretful expression, and his body fell straight down.

"Hahaha, science wins out after all. I'll leave the rest to you guys..."

Seeing this, the Time Book House student, whose bones were all exhausted, finally couldn't hold on. With a loud laugh, his body fell backward.

"Time Book House contestant... Holy Light Monastery contestant... Deceased. Current total remaining contestants: 26."

"You heretics are far too stubborn."

Seeing this, the expressions of the remaining eight Missionaries, who had remained gentle, finally turned cold.

One of them carefully placed the handwritten scripture from the dead Missionary's hands into another's, saying coldly:

"Those who stray from the Holy Lord's glory shall be doomed for eternity..."

With a soft chant, a tiny orb of faith disintegrated into countless points of light.

"Let's start with you."

The Missionary pointed casually, and the points of light immediately drifted toward the student equipped with the massive bright copper metal arm.

"Not good!"

That student's expression changed. Although he didn't have the intuitive senses of those cultivation experts and didn't understand the trick behind this move,

he had a high-grade energy detector, and the reading on it soared to a terrifying level almost instantly.

"Full power!"

Not daring to delay, the massive metal arm quickly reorganized into a shield that protected his entire body.

Seeing this, the other students also immediately launched attacks, attempting to scatter the points of light.

But no matter what kind of attack touched them, they passed right through, seemingly unable to be touched.

"It is useless. This is the punishment for disrespecting the Holy Light."

The leading Missionary gave a mocking smile.

Rank 4 High-level Faith Divine Art: Sacrifice.

Using one of the most devout believers as a primer to draw upon the power of faith to launch an attack and perish together with the enemy... No, to be precise, it killed the enemy while the believer gloriously returned to the embrace of the Holy Light.

It could take down enemies with up to three times the total energy.

In this restricted world, an attack launched using one percent of the total faith of over 1.7 billion natives meant that whoever was targeted would almost certainly die.

Sure enough, in the next moment.

The shield, which could withstand a fusion strike head-on without a scratch, seemed to have no effect at all.

The golden points of light passed straight through, seeped into the body behind it, and vanished into nothingness.

"Higher-level energy!"

The expressions of Qingran and the others changed.

From a scientific perspective, this was clearly energy that exceeded level 2 rules, which was why their attacks were ineffective and it could achieve such an effect.

Oh no!

Everyone's heart sank.

In this restricted assessment world, an attack that exceeded level 2 rules was practically invincible.

And even worse.

Of the remaining seven Missionaries opposite them, six handed the scrolls in their hands to the last person and began chanting the same incantation as before.

They actually intended to eliminate all of them at once!