252: The bells ring, and the Legion of Vengeance launches a general attack!

They turned back in horror, only to see an empty corridor and the slowly collapsing bodies of two companions.

"Enem—"

The word "emy" never left his lips.

A flash of sword light, and the leading captain clutched his spurting throat, falling with eyes full of disbelief.

Immediately after, the cold sword edge sliced across the necks of the other two, and two heads with bewildered expressions flew into the air.

From start to finish, it took no more than three seconds.

Five elite Judgment Knights, all LV5, turned into corpses without even a chance to raise an alarm.

Mo Yan waved his hand, collecting all five bodies into his Talent Space, and used Spiritual Qi to clean the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Gun Gun ran to Mo Yan's feet as if asking for praise, rubbing his head against him.

Mo Yan smiled and ruffled his head, the touch as soft as ever.

Click.

The confessional door lock was opened.

Bai Lingyue gestured to Mo Yan, a hint of pride on her face: "Done. Sir, your movements here were much louder than mine."

"Quick and decisive," Mo Yan pushed open the door, and the two people and one beast flashed inside.

The confessional interior was small, emitting a strange smell of mixed sandalwood and blood.

Mo Yan found a cold corpse curled up in the confessional box in the corner, and judging by the attire, it should have been an Empire clergyman who refused to yield.

"Confession here isn't with words, but with lives," Bai Lingyue snorted coldly.

Mo Yan did not linger; he found the secret door behind the confessional that led into the church.

Passing through the secret door, they officially entered the interior of the Grand Church of Holy Light.

It was like a giant labyrinth, with countless corridors crisscrossing, and the walls adorned with murals depicting miracles.

But upon closer inspection, the faces of the deities in the murals were blurry, while the redeemed believers had distorted expressions, full of pain.

"The aura of the undead is heavier here," Bai Lingyue's delicate brows furrowed slightly, "and... I feel many imprisoned Souls; they are wailing."

"Gurgle..." Gun Gun also seemed to sense something, clutching Mo Yan's pant leg uneasily.

"It's not just a Soul container; it's also a factory for producing monsters and transforming the undead," Mo Yan's eyes grew colder.

However, a strange "clack clack" sound came from around the corner of the corridor ahead.

Mo Yan's Spiritual Qi swept over, and his eyes instantly narrowed.

"Something's coming; it's not a living being, and its energy reaction is around LV7."

Immediately after, a three-meter-tall bloated figure slowly emerged from around the corner.

It was a monster forcibly stitched together from hundreds of twisted corpses!

On its rotten face, the horror from before death still lingered, shattered Judgment Knight armor was embedded in its decaying flesh, and several pale arms wildly swung rusty swords.

With every step, dark green plague pus and maggots dripped from its seams, emitting a nauseating stench.

Embedded in its chest cavity was a crystal shimmering with an evil black light.

Mo Yan raised an eyebrow: "It should be the guardian here."

"Sir, should I use a Formation to trap it so we can bypass it?" Bai Lingyue suggested, not wanting to waste too much time and power in such a place.

Mo Yan was about to speak.

Suddenly!

Buzz—!

A long bell chime came from the top of the church, echoing throughout Deegenha City.

It was noon, twelve o'clock.

The Saint's ceremony officially began!

Mo Yan's expression changed; he felt a tremor from beneath his feet.

Outside the church, at the main exit of the western sewer.

The iron gate, sealed by the church, was blasted open from within by a powerful force.

"Kill—!"

Buck's eyes were bloodshot; he wielded a giant axe and was the first to charge out.

Behind him, General Rorris, Hans, and Seraphina led thousands of Empire remnants, like fierce tigers descending a mountain, along with six hundred well-equipped Soldiers, sweeping towards the Plaza of Light.

"For the glory of the Empire!"

Idora held the sun scepter, standing at the very front of the procession.

Her silver light armor gleamed in the sunlight.

"Children of the sun, raise your weapons!"

She held up the scepter, and golden light soared into the sky, forming a giant sun emblem in mid-air.

"The sun scepter grants you power and courage!"

Warm Holy Light poured from the scepter, transforming into golden light rain, showering upon every Empire Soldier.

In an instant, all the Soldiers of the Empire Remnant Army felt a significant increase in the speed and strength surging within their bodies.

[Idora used skill: Blessing of the Sun!]

[All allied units, Strength +20%, Speed +20%!]

"Charge!" General Rorris drew the sword from his waist, which had accompanied him throughout his life, and pointed it forward.

...

Inside the church.

Mo Yan clearly heard the shouts of battle coming from outside.

"Idora's side has started," he said with a serious expression, "we need to speed up too."

Before Mo Yan finished speaking, Bai Lingyue chuckled softly, her fingers tracing a few lines in the air, and Spiritual Qi entwined around the stitched giant monster.

Although this stitched giant monster looked intimidating, it was slow-moving and in Chaos, making it nothing more than a living target in front of Bai Lingyue, a master of Formations.

Their goal was Marcus in the temple; any extraneous battle could affect the final plan.

However, just as the Soul Binding Formation was about to be completed, the black crystal in the stitched giant monster's chest cavity suddenly lit up, and the power of the undead erupted, forcefully breaking several strands of Spiritual Qi.

Roar—!

It charged madly towards the three of them.

"Oh? This thing can actually break free from my Formation?" Bai Lingyue was a little surprised, her willow brows raised, and she said displeasedly, "Disobedient toys should be dismantled."

She was about to use a stronger method but was stopped by Mo Yan's raised hand.

"No time; just break through it directly," Mo Yan's eyes were calm.

"Leave it to Gun Gun!"

Gun Gun, who had been following behind, suddenly cried out, actively meeting the charge.

The next moment, a faint green light appeared around its body.

Qingyang Bamboo Shadow Skill!

Gun Gun's figure suddenly blurred during its charge, transforming into several green illusions that circled behind the stitched giant monster.

The stitched giant monster clumsily turned, waving its arms made of corpses, but couldn't even touch Gun Gun's afterimages.

"Right here!"

Gun Gun seized the opportunity and slammed into the monster's knee!

The stitched giant monster's enormous leg, made of countless leg bones, was easily broken.

Its massive body lost balance and fell to the ground.

Before it could struggle to get up, Gun Gun, with a few leaps, jumped onto its back, raised its emerald bamboo high, and aimed at the black-shining undead crystal.

One strike after another, tirelessly smashing.

Finally, after more than a dozen consecutive heavy blows, the undead crystal was shattered to pieces.

The stitched giant monster's enormous body convulsed violently a few times, and the corpses that made up its body scattered across the ground.

Gun Gun climbed out of the pile of corpses, ran to Mo Yan's feet as if presenting a treasure, and held up the emerald bamboo: "Mo Yan, aren't I amazing!"

"Yes, very amazing."

Bai Lingyue watched this scene, covering her mouth with a light chuckle; the violent aesthetic of this little panda was truly endlessly amusing.

Having dealt with the guardian, the three no longer delayed and quickly arrived at the spiral Holy Tower in the corridor.

The tower body was entirely made of obsidian, its surface inscribed with densely packed golden runes.

"Go!"

The three rushed up the tower.

There were no stairs inside the tower, only floating steps made of Holy Light energy, spiraling upwards.

As soon as they stepped onto the stairs, they felt a heavy pressure surge from their feet throughout their bodies.

"It's the suppression effect of the Formation; the higher we go, the greater the pressure and the stronger the suppression on non-Holy Light system powers," Bai Lingyue reminded.

Mo Yan snorted coldly, forming a thin shield of Spiritual Qi around his body, easily neutralizing the pressure, and leading them further up.

When they ascended to the middle level of the tower, the golden runes on the surrounding walls suddenly lit up.

The next moment, hundreds of Holy Light Guardians, holding light spears and clad in light armor, seeped out from the walls, completely surrounding the three, their cold gazes locked onto the intruders.

They sealed off all their escape routes!