Xia De felt the power of the Red Butterfly, while the weak girls in the ice coffin opened their eyes, delighted to see their bodies regain warmth. Xia De carried them out, and Sister Devlin also walked over at this moment:
"So, what do we do now?"
The Sister asked softly. Xia De ignored the cat, who was meowing discontentedly, and instead looked at the side wall of the palace hall.
The wall, adorned with tapestries, seemed to melt away, revealing the sky outside the Mystic Lock, at the foot of Sicar Mountain, where people were fighting under the Moonlight.
The Church had completely gained the upper hand. The undead giant beast, born from the giant cocoon, with a massive human head as its core and countless limbs growing on its exterior, was still stubbornly resisting.
Scattered points of Ling Rune light dotted the starry sky under the night. At this moment, countless souls were still rushing along the fragmented light path on the mountaintop, but the path and the water in the starry sky were already blurring. The Nether Moon was about to disappear again, and the star whales would also end their brief journey in the material world, returning to the outer space of the astral plane:
"This night has truly been long."
Xia De sighed, then looked at the part of the terrifying undead agglomeration that was the giant dragon's head:
"It's time to end this."
"Yes, but I must remind you, although that giant undead is afraid of the power from the mountaintop, even in your current Mystic Lock state, you cannot defeat it."
The Sister said. Xia De naturally knew this:
"Defeating it is the Church's and your business. I just want to accelerate this process. It's very afraid of the power from this side? I'll attract its attention, Sister, can you let your true body return to the battlefield and find an opportunity to finish it?"
"No problem."
With that, the Sister took a small step back. She was clearly still standing in place, but Xia De inexplicably felt that she had already left:
"Is this a clone here now? That's fine..."
Then he softly asked the two girls beside him:
"Lend me your power for a moment."
The weak girls nodded. As the Red Butterfly flew out of the ice coffin, they also dispersed into a swarm of butterflies, flying towards Xia De. Another ice coffin fell from the sky and crashed down. Xia De held Miss Fiona Drago's hand, and she also turned into a phantom and merged into Xia De's body.
The power of the "princesses" was Xia De's power. He could not only summon them within the Mystic Lock but also borrow their power:
"It's time to end this."
Xia De temporarily entrusted the reluctant cat to the Sister's clone, then walked towards the completely melted Gap in the wall, until he reached the edge, and then looked up at the brilliant starry sky above his head:
"Actually, I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Standing within the Mystic Lock, feeling the full power of the Red Butterfly, he gripped the higgs dragon head stone in his right hand.
"We are currently inside the Mystic Lock. Even if we can see the reality outside, we cannot touch it."
Sister Devlin's clone reminded him softly again. This clone ability did not come from the Chosen One's power but from a Miracle of an Eleven Ring Arcanist.
"I understand. No matter what happens later, please..."
"You are in the City now."
The fragmented light path turned into true fragmented light, disappearing under the starry sky. But the silver Moon did not disappear; instead, it gradually moved to a higher position in the starry sky.
It snowed. Flakes of snow fell from the sky, greatly surprising Iluna, who had just cast a Sunlight Gun over the City of Middlesburg again.
She looked up at the starry sky, not understanding why it would snow on a late autumn night.
"Look down!"
A voice reminded her. Looking down again, it was no longer the City of Middlesburg. It was an ancient old-era town. Iluna could even clearly see the street under the Moonlight, the shop windows along the street, the black iron streetlights...
"This is Xia De's..."
The Mystic Locks of the little match girl and the sleeping princess overlapped, even pulling the monster born from the Gap, as well as three Thirteen Ring Sorcerers and countless High-Ring Sorcerers, into the Mystic Lock. If not for the gifts from those souls, Xia De would not have been able to do it even if he himself became a High-Ring Sorcerer.
He was standing on the edge of the castle at this moment. The match girl, carrying a small basket, stood beside him, looking down at the snowy City with him. Xia De closed his mouth and took a deep breath inwards.
He puffed out his chest and tilted his head slightly. Under the snowy starry sky, silver Moonlight, brilliant Moonlight, shot uncontrollably from Xia De's mouth, eyes, nostrils, ears, and even every tiny pore on his face. A chilling sound emanated from his chest. Enhanced by the power of the Red Dragon witch, the emitted silver light merged with the Red Butterfly light surrounding his body. Before he even opened his mouth, the undead giant beast, abruptly pulled into the Mystic Lock, sensed the impending danger.
Already instinctively terrified because a god had once appeared on the mountaintop, at this moment, even knowing that this attack could not cause decisive damage, it still abandoned all resistance against the surrounding Ring術士s. Its face, with countless limbs growing from it, turned in the direction of Sicar Mountain, towards the huge castle that had appeared on the mountaintop at some unknown time.
The terrifying giant face opened its mouth. The last power of the Gap transformed into streaks of black light gathering in its mouth.
"Roar!"
Xia De and that giant face almost simultaneously let out sounds that, if in the real world, would have echoed throughout the entire Rommel Mountains.
The black pillar of light and the holy silver pillar of light entwined with the Red Butterfly pierced through the snowy sky, colliding head-on under the Moonlight night.
The black light and the silver light made the starry sky appear dim. If the terrifying energy impact had not occurred within the Mystic Lock, the City of Middlesburg would probably have become history.
Xia De was steadily retreating. The scenery within the Mystic Lock was rapidly fading, and clear cracks appeared in the castle walls. Even with the Mystic Lock unleashed, he was no match for this monster at all.
"Good opportunity!"
The Thirteen Ring Sorcerer of the Natural Church, the middle-aged man with green hair, shouted loudly:
"Don't hold back, this is the final attack!"
The three Thirteen Ring Sorcerers of the Orthodox Church and the principal of Saint Byron's simultaneously shouted Sublimation Words:
"City of Mechanical Illusion, Create Life!"
"Calm Lake, Echo the Secret Under the Moon!"
"Hero of Trickery and Murder, Swing Your Sword and Slay the Demon!"
"The Silver Age is Far Gone, I Am Willing to Be the Last Gatekeeper!"
Four beams of spiritual light illuminated the sky. At the same time, all those around who could still attack, whether they were Church Ring術士s, witches, or Ring術士s from various parts of the Old Continent, also used their strongest attacks.
Large sections of the Mystic Lock's scenery peeled away, but correspondingly, the undead agglomeration containing terrifying whisper elements almost instantaneously lost more than a third of its body under the heavy blow from the Church. The Holy Tree Mark was suppressing the power of the undead as much as possible. After losing the vast number of undead in the Gap, the outcome of this battle had long been without suspense.
The High-Ring Sorcerers suppressed the undead giant beast, and the Ring術士s in the City and the mountains made the ritual array of the Holy Tree Mark gradually appear in the air. At this moment, regardless of their organization, all living beings used their utmost strength to complete the final act of this battle.
The dazzling colors in the sky completely illuminated the night sky. Iluna also knew that this was the final moment. She rode her spirit horse into the sky, with the dark golden Balance rising behind her.
She transferred the Night Watchman from her left hand to her right, gripping the sword blade with her right palm. Even as her palm was cut open and blood soaked the rune of "My Heart is Clear, My Sword Smites Evil," she remained oblivious:
"Balance!"
The dark golden light spread, further suppressing the severely wounded giant undead.
"Sunlight! Bless me!"
With the Night Watchman, dripping with her own blood, raised high in her right hand, and the reins gripped in her left, the spirit horse launched its final charge forward. Iluna suddenly leaped, leaving the horse's back and ascending into the night sky.
At this moment, Xia De's voice echoed in her ears:
"The first wish, the second wish, the third wish, the fourth wish, the Chosen One defeats the enemy from the Gap."
The phantom of a match flashed sequentially in Iluna's eyes. The surging sense of power made the Balance, symbolizing the ancient god behind her, emit an even stronger light.
Her long hair swayed in the air. The seventeen-year-old girl simultaneously gripped the blade of the Night Watchman with both hands. Golden lightning spread from her fingertips to the silver sword. The golden lightning extended towards both ends of the longsword until it broke free from the sword's confines.
At the same time, Sister Devlin, dressed in a black-gray nun's robe, also ascended higher against the Moonlight. A huge black-robed figure slowly appeared behind her under the Moonlight night. A pitch-black giant scythe, with the embers of fire flickering in the cracks on its surface, swept across the surface of the undead agglomeration born from the Gap.
The power of death and the end pierced through that terrifying undead. Because its attention was drawn by Xia De, it didn't even have time to resist.
As the scythe swept, cracks also appeared in space. Amidst the roar of the undead giant beast, a light like the sun lit up above everyone's heads. Looking up, Iluna held aloft a golden lightning spear that seemed even taller than Sicar Mountain in her hands. Under the profound starry sky, she shouted her strongest wish:
"Sunlight Gun!"
Thunder clapped, and the Sunlight Gun pierced through the giant undead, which had been pierced by the death God's scythe but was still in a stalemate with Xia De.
The range of the Mystic Lock suddenly shrank, pushing everyone back into the night sky of the real world. The undead, pierced by the Sunlight Gun, was forcefully "nailed" into the night sky. The golden light of the flashing spear illuminated the entire star sea.
The Sister's Eleven Ring Destiny Ring appeared behind her. After becoming a Chosen One, the "death" Ling Rune became her new core Ling Rune. That rune glittered with light. The Sister swung the black scythe formed by her Destiny Ring in her hand, lightly slashing in the air. A black crack appeared beneath the undead giant beast. It was about to be forced back into the Gap.
"Bei Ya Si, seal it!"
Mr. Rakan Mathis of the Sun Church shouted, throwing one of his ritual symbols, the Sun Holy Emblem hanging on his chest, to Iluna. The Holy Tree Mark was a divine art ritual centered around the Natural, Sun, and Dawn Churches, with the Natural Church as the primary one.
At the same time, the remaining Ring術士s in the sky urgently changed positions, and the brightness of the divine art light flashing in the City and on Sicar Mountain also reached its peak.
Iluna in the air took the Holy Emblem, then descended towards the Sunlight Gun until her hands gripped the top of the spear. As she continued to descend, the Sunlight Gun, piercing through the undead, forcefully pushed it into the black crack.
The light flashing on the Sunlight Gun also gradually dimmed during this process, until the undead giant beast completely disappeared into the pitch-black crack. Only the Night Watchman remained in Iluna's hand.
The ritual array of the divine art ritual "Holy Tree Mark" lit up throughout the Sicar Mountain region, and Iluna stood in the air under the starry sky, on the central ritual array with the tree emblem.
She remembered what Xia De had instructed her to do. She knelt on one knee in the air, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and plunged it into the very center of the ritual:
"Holy Tree Mark!"
At that moment, with Iluna's sword as the center, the spreading green light gradually replaced the golden divine art spiritual light. Even ordinary people who were still awake in this turbulent deep night, besides seeing the remaining bright mark extending towards the starry sky from the summit of Sicar Mountain, could also see a green mark appearing in the star sea.
