novellaaa Chapter 45 The Descent of the God of Order
Chapter 45 The Descent of the God of Order
They were two elite warriors from the Temple of Order.
The silver armor was torn to shreds by the spatial turbulence, the helmet was nowhere to be found, and the face was covered in blood and terror. One person's longsword was broken in half, and the sacred crystal that was once inlaid at the top of the other person's staff had dimmed and no longer emitted a glimmer of divine light.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on with this godforsaken place!"
One of them leaned against a tree trunk, breathing heavily, and raised his hand to try to gather divine light to heal the wound on his arm. However, only a few faint golden lights emerged from his fingertips, which were instantly swallowed up by the surrounding purple mist.
His face turned deathly pale: "The Divine Light of Order is completely unusable!"
"Even my fighting spirit can't be activated anymore."
The other man gritted his teeth, gripped the broken sword tightly, and his arm trembled slightly. "It's like my arm is filled with lead. I can't even muster 30% of my usual strength."
"Where is Lord Beren? Where is everyone else?!"
"Let's find Lord Beren first! If we encounter something like that monstrosity again, we won't even be enough to fill a tooth gap!"
The two walked forward, cursing and swearing, their steps unsteady, their eyes filled with vigilance and panic, completely lacking the arrogance they had shown in Silverleaf Town.
Lin Qi remained hidden behind the vegetation, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
The attribute panels of the two individuals unfolded before his eyes.
【属性：力量90-45，体力60-30，智力1，精神10-5，敏捷70-35】
Goodness, the attributes are completely suppressed.
He could see clearly that these two were elites who could kill monsters on their own in Silverleaf Town, but in this plane, they couldn't even operate the most basic power smoothly, making them equivalent to two ordinary adventurers.
The crushing effect of the dimensional rules was far more thorough than he had imagined.
Just as the two passed by the vegetation, Lin Qi moved.
Without any extra sound or signs of gathering power, his figure moved so fast that he was just a faint shadow. The short blade sliced through the purple mist, carrying a fierce wind, and arrived in front of the two in an instant.
The two soldiers didn't even have time to react.
All I saw was a blur of purple mist before my eyes, a dark shadow flash by, and then a cold, sharp pain shot through my neck.
puff-
puff-
Two soft sounds that almost overlapped.
The short blades swiftly sliced across the throats of the two men, blood gushing out and splattering onto the dark ground, instantly swallowed by the purple mist. Their eyes widened, and they made gurgling sounds, not even having time to scream before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Lin Qi sheathed his blade and wiped the blood off the blade with his fingertips.
The whole process took no more than a breath, swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
He glanced down at the corpse on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.
These elite temple warriors, suppressed by the rules, were no different from lambs to the slaughter before him.
...
Somewhere in the plane, the soles of Priest Beren's boots rolled over the soil, raising a wisp of viscous purple mist.
The silver priest's armor remained intact, with the sap of demonic plants and the black blood of demons embedded in the gaps between the armor plates. However, the order runes had been eroded by the rules of the plane and were now dull and lifeless, making it difficult to even maintain the most basic divine light protection.
Behind him, only three of the temple's elite warriors remained standing.
The rest were either lost in the distorted spatial turbulence or torn apart by monsters from the original plane, their remains completely devoured by the purple mist.
"Sir, should we... continue forward?"
An elite soldier's voice trembled, and his hand gripping the longsword shook uncontrollably.
His left arm had vanished without a trace. The divine light that had just emerged from the wound was devoured by the surrounding purple mist, leaving only blood to flow down the severed arm.
Beren did not turn around.
His face was ashen, but a burning, obsessive fire raged in his eyes.
It's been three days.
He trekked through this godforsaken place for three days.
His divine arts of order were completely suppressed, his battle qi flowed sluggishly as if filled with lead, and even his spatial compass for positioning had become a piece of scrap metal. Yet he could clearly sense that pure, primal divine fluctuation was right ahead.
That is the key to accessing the realm of the gods.
If one can successfully subdue and bring back the creature, one will surely gain the favor of the gods and advance further.
"Shut up."
Beren's voice was hoarse, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
He raised his hand and pointed ahead, where the purple mist slowly dispersed, revealing a huge flower blooming in this barren land. On the flower lay a terrifying creature—shaped like a tiger, with jet-black fur all over its body, a faintly glowing purple crescent moon on its forehead, and a huge and powerful body, with purple mist rising with each breath.
The other person seemed to be sleeping, with a slight upturn at the corner of their mouth and occasional smacking of their lips, as if they were having a sweet dream.
Beren's eyes lit up.
Primordial Gods!
He searched for three days and finally found it.
But the moment he lifted his foot, the purple mist around the giant beast suddenly surged violently.
Deep, intermittent roars echoed from all directions, causing the ground to tremble slightly. Pairs of purple eyes lit up in the purple mist, densely packed like will-o'-the-wisps filling the sky.
It is a monster newly born in this plane.
The three elite soldiers turned pale instantly and instinctively took a half step back to protect Beren in the middle.
"Sir, this is too much...we..."
Beren's pupils suddenly contracted.
He had calculated the weakness of the original gods and the suppression of divine magic by the rules of the plane, but he hadn't expected that so many demons would surround the temple.
The monsters surged up like a tidal wave.
A foul-smelling wind, carrying purple mist, instantly engulfed the four people.
In just a few dozen breaths, the last three elite soldiers were torn to pieces by the demon, leaving not even a complete skeleton behind.
Only Beren remained.
The pale golden blood of the priest flowed down the wound, dripping onto the ground, where it was instantly swallowed by the purple mist.
A desperate situation.
There was no way to retreat.
Beren slowly closed his eyes, planted his longsword in the ground in front of him, clasped his hands together, and began to chant an obscure and ancient prayer.
That was the highest-level sacrificial prayer of the Temple of Order, a divine descent technique that briefly summoned the will of the God of Order at the cost of one's own flesh, soul, and future divine path.
"Great God of Order, grant me supreme power!"
The moment the prayer was recited, a dazzling golden light erupted from his body.
The divine power that was originally suppressed by the rules of the plane erupted like a volcano, and the demons that surged up from the surrounding area were instantly turned to ashes upon being touched by the golden light.
His body slowly rose in the golden light, his armor was reshaped, and chains of divine order surrounded him. His originally cloudy eyes became indifferent and majestic, all the emotions of a mortal faded away, leaving only the coldness and pressure of a god.
The incarnation of the God of Order has descended.
"Ants."
The indifferent voice came from Beren's mouth, not his original voice, but one that carried a weight and majesty that transcended time and space.
With a wave of his hand, countless chains of divine order burst forth, pinning the surging demons to the ground. Black blood gushed forth, staining the entire land crimson.
The surviving demons let out terrified howls, turned and fled frantically, disappearing into the depths of the purple mist in an instant, not daring to look back.
The price of divine intervention is extremely high.
Golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Our divine being finally opened his eyes and looked at Beren with a look of surprise.
"Huh, why are so many people coming in?"
"What an irritating smell."
His golden eyes looked at the guy opposite him with disgust.
"What a jerk!"