299: Chapter 299 The Seraph's Scroll

"Not good!"

No one had anticipated this scene.

A sixth-tier Space-Time Realm expert was equivalent to the rank of a Senior Scholar within the Association, sufficient to serve as an academy director or the head of other subordinate institutions.

For Sword Emperor Mountain, they were even more precious as combat assets.

Now, to kill Zhang Huaiyuan, they had actually gone so far as to set a trap using the deaths of five Space-Time Realm experts!

The five distorted streaks of red light, echoing with sharp wails, hurtled toward Zhang Huaiyuan at a terrifying speed.

Faced with the death blow of five sixth-tier experts, only the Virtual Tower Master and Mild could react in time on the field.

However, the former was currently performing the technique of Turning Void into Reality; even with his immense power, he needed a moment before he could free his hands.

Mild immediately threw out three small discs.

These weren't his strongest protective treasures, but they were the fastest to activate.

Almost simultaneously, at the moment the bloody light arrived, three Quantum Probability Shields shimmering with hazy radiance rose up.

This was a high-end application of the quantum field.

It could cause various attacks to miss based on probability.

But something unexpected happened: the distorted bloody light swept past the shields in an instant, seemingly completely unimpeded.

"Oh no!"

Mild's heart sank abruptly.

He had already realized that this wasn't just the death blow of five sixth-tier experts.

This was an attack launched by sacrificing all versions of themselves across parallel space-times, past and future.

Forget his Junior Martial Brother—even if he were to suffer such an attack caught off guard, he would be heavily injured.

"Exactly how deep is this grudge? A group of Space-Time Realm powerhouses paying the price of eternal damnation just to kill a genius they have no connection with?"

While Mild was filled with shock and suspicion, the bloody light pounced straight toward Zhang Huaiyuan without stopping.

Talix and Fang Qingran, who were half a step behind, instinctively wanted to rush forward and knock Zhang Huaiyuan out of the way, but the attack was simply too fast; it arrived before their bodies could even react.

"Master/Excellency!"

The lights on both his left and right wrists lit up at the same time, and as they saw the energy levels exceeding the calculation limits of their data panels, desperate cries rang out.

Pale blue Ion Shields were deployed, flickering with intense electrical sparks.

Left with no other options, Asroth and the Statue of Liberty could only convert as much energy as possible from their storage devices into the shields, praying to hold out for just a moment longer.

They simultaneously manifested as light and shadow projections to block the front, but since they didn't have physical bodies yet, this was more like a desperate struggle of the hopeless.

The bloody light passed straight through the projections and Ion Shields, slamming into Zhang Huaiyuan, and in an instant, a metallic clashing sound like the resonance of iron and steel rang out.

He only had time to block with his hands in front of him; a mysterious purple glow flickered on the skin that made contact. The protective treasure given by the Myriad Things Tower Master when Zhang Huaiyuan first became a disciple had automatically protected its master at this moment!

Boom! Boom!

The treasure sent by the Myriad Things Tower Master was naturally no ordinary item; it could grant immunity to the vast majority of attacks below level six.

But even he hadn't expected that Zhang Huaiyuan would suffer an assassination of this intensity so early on.

After holding out for a split second, the purple glow shattered inch by inch, and threads of fresh blood sprayed out.

But just as the bloody light was about to further pulverize Zhang Huaiyuan's body, a faint phantom of a high tower suddenly emerged, and the flesh that had been swallowed up was restored to its original state in the next moment.

"It's the Virtual Tower's Consciousness Bearing!"

Mild's expression turned to one of joy.

This was the Virtual Tower's strongest method for protecting its core geniuses.

As long as the Virtual Tower didn't fall, they could be resurrected infinitely.

Of course, the price was also enormous; generally, only Direct Disciples received such treatment.

"I didn't expect Teacher to have given such a life-saving measure to Junior Martial Brother in advance. Then it should be... Huh? This is impossible!"

Mild, who had just felt slightly relieved, had his pupils shrink violently.

The connection to the Virtual Tower, which had never been broken, actually lost its signal for a brief moment!

"Then... Junior Martial Brother!"

The arm that had been continuously reshaping under the bloody impact was blown to pieces and no longer restored; the distorted power continued its momentum, sweeping toward Zhang Huaiyuan's torso.

"Am I going to die..."

There wasn't much fear in Zhang Huaiyuan's heart, only a sense of unwillingness.

He had never slacked off.

Although his current achievements relied heavily on his extraordinary ability, he had likewise never been idle for a single second.

He hadn't dared to respond to feelings... hadn't dared to indulge in power... hadn't dared to seek pleasure... he even felt that resting was a bit of a luxury.

The only thing on his mind was research, learning, and becoming stronger.

But even so... facing this assassination that came from out of nowhere, he still had no power to resist.

"Is this the end... It's a pity I couldn't touch the mountain peak of truth..."

"Halt!"

Just as Zhang Huaiyuan was ready to give up.

The storage device suddenly opened automatically, and a scroll glowing with golden light quietly unfurled.

Amidst a clear voice.

That nearly invincible bloody light actually stopped as commanded, suspended in mid-air.

A woman about two meters tall with a slightly round face walked elegantly out of the scroll step by step. Behind her, six pairs of pure white wings fluttered gently, filled with a sense of holiness.

It was actually a legendary angel—a Twelve-Winged Angel!

The woman stared at the bloody light and frowned, patting her chest as she said with some relief:

"Heehee, it's a good thing I learned a bit of the Great Prophecy Art from Sister Anna, otherwise it would have been really difficult to handle with just this one avatar."

"It's... the scroll given by Miss Saintess Jiang Nian!"

Zhang Huaiyuan, having escaped death, instantly recalled the scene as he watched what was happening before him.

When they had first arrived at the Origin Star Sea to compete for treehouses, she had borrowed a virtual game device from him and given him this gift in return.

He hadn't expected it to actually save his life.

"Hey, old man, if you don't take action soon, this avatar of mine won't have the strength to keep this attack frozen."

The Twelve-Winged Angel glanced over and said indifferently.

"Convert!"

Kraft, who was nearby, had no time to answer; countless tentacles behind him embedded themselves deeply into the void in front of Zhang Huaiyuan.

Countless layers of illusory space were woven together, and the five streaks of bloody light dimmed in response, gradually disappearing without a trace.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The power of this attack was mixed with some special elements. He had thousands of avatars stationed in various virtual dimensions, and this body was just one of them; the measures he had prepared on him weren't particularly abundant.

It required some time to resolve, which was why he had delayed so long to prepare just now. Fortunately...

Thinking of this, Kraft hurriedly cupped his hands toward the Twelve-Winged Angel nearby and said:

"Thank you, Holy Spirit City, for your assistance. Praise the great and almighty Lord of Holy Light."

Clearly, as a Scholar of the Association, he was quite familiar with the customs of the Holy Spirit City faction.

The Twelve-Winged Angel, who had initially looked proud, finally showed a trace of a smile upon hearing the latter half of the sentence:

"That's more like it."

"Thank you, Lady Angel. Thank you, Miss Saintess Jiang Nian. Praise the Lord of Holy Light."

Having recovered from the shadow of death, Zhang Huaiyuan immediately followed Kraft's example and performed a salute.

"Mhm..."

The Twelve-Winged Angel turned her head, her eyes revealing a hint of curiosity as she sized him up for a moment, then said with a slight smile:

"This avatar's power is about to run out. Old man, you lot wouldn't happen to make the same mistake twice, would you?"

"Naturally not."

Kraft suppressed the anger in his eyes and thanked her again: "Thank you for your help, my lady. We'll handle the rest ourselves."

As his voice fell.

The space in front of them suddenly became a blur, like an old-fashioned black-and-white television flickering with unstable static.

Countless profound characters appeared out of thin air, stacking and constructing a tower projection that radiated infinite pressure.

Dimensional lines vibrated, and thousands of stars shimmered with an orderly light.

His true body had arrived!