"Such a toug se..."

  Archbishop Anluke's figure appeared at the other end of the corridor, apanied by a massive spirit realm guardian walking in step beside him.

  Watg Jonny and Dove being carried towards the exit by the rushing current, Anluke had no iion of stopping them. After all, the wizards standing in his way would not let him succeed.

  If the se were a bit different, this would almost be a reenat of the Battle of Nordnd...

  "I believe you may have misuood something..." Lynn turned around, his gaze pierg, fixed on Archbishop Aanding at the end of the corridor. He extended his right hand, and a trace of white phosphorus remaining on the surface of his pouch was separated by the influence of the Mage's Hand.

  First, it o be recorded...

  Recalling Jonny's earlier expnation, Lynn instantly entered an overload mode and cast a Tier-0 spell - Basic Material Destruagic!

  The fine white phosphorus powder rapidly disied, returning to its basic molecur state...

  Then came the magic mimicry!

  A rge amount of magic flowed into his palm, just like cell division. The white phosphorus suspended in his hand multiplied, eventually surging into a huge fireball.

  Destrud record a, then mimic it with magic; this was the essence of how a true wizard could cast spells without materials. Typically, mastering a would take weeks or even months, but with the immense putational power provided by the intellegine, Lynn reduced this time to just three seds.

  A new rune was quickly etched into his mind – the White Phosphorus Fireball spell!

  Looking at the fiery sphere in Lynn's hand, Archbishop Anluke halted his advance. Having withe terrifying power of white phosphorus, he naturally didn't dare to uimate it. He immediately employed his most potent protective spell - the Sacred Barrier!

  An invisible barrier, as strong as a fortress wall, stood before him. However, Lynn's white phosphorus fire bypassed it and crashed into the entrance behind.

  A violent explosioed in the moment, apanied by a burst of rising fmes. The entrance behind them was now engulfed in the horrifying white phosphorus bze.

  Archbishop Anluke was taken aback for a moment, but once he realized Lynn's i, his expression became extremely grim.

  It was evident that the wizard in front of him didn't just want to protect his panions ahem escape. By sealing off his retreat, it meant he reparing to eliminate him right here!

  "Very well!" Realizing this, Archbishop Anluke's anger fred up. The massive spirit realm guardian at his side made heavy strides and charged forward.

  Lynn, standing before the spirit realm guardian, was like a mantis trying to stop a speeding car.

  But Lynn's expression remained calm, with no iion of dodging. He was silently ting in his mind.

  Three... Two... One...

  Mud to Stone!

  Just as the spirit realm guardian rushed to him, about to deliver a powerful punch, Ly down to evade and pressed his palm to the ground.

  The solid ground instantly transformed into soft sand. The massive, heavy stoatue lost its bance as it stepped onto the soft ground and tumbled into the fast-flowing water behind.

  The massive water spray had not yet hit the ground when it disied into the most basic elements. Then, infused with magic, it densed into dozens of shimmering ice bdes, speeding away at an unimaginable pace!

  Taking advantage of the terrain, Lynn used a Tier-2 spell for the first time – Group Frost Bdes!

  The tide of battle shifted in an instant. Archbishop Anluke couldn't rea time, and the spirit realm guardian sah the water, while the ice bdes, swift as flying locusts, collided with the Sacred Barrier.

  How could a Tier-2 offensive spell triumph over a Tier-3 defensive divi?

  Lynn quickly provided the answer as dozens of frost bdes precisely struck three specific points on the invisible barrier. Ripples spread across the intangible surface, accelerating as they went, first f hairline cracks, then swiftly expanding until the invisible barrier shattered.

  This was breaking point with pinpoint accuracy.

  Archbishop Anluke's fapletely ged, and he couldn't help but take a step back, raising his staff and using his sed Tier-3 divi - Divine Light of the Spirit!

  The dazzling light emitted an aura of death as it spread forward in a semi-circur fashion. Just five minutes ago, Lynn had fled from this very spell in a sorry state, but he was no lohe same.

  White Phosphorus - Fme Demon's Hand!

  Lynn raised his hand, and the terrifying white phosphorus fmes ignited once again, f a colossal hand resembling an a demon. This hand cshed with the blinding light wave.

  This ordinary Tier-1 advanced spell, in Lynn's hands, unleashed unimaginable power. The bzing fire surged into the sky, causing the entire castle to tremble violently.

  In the white smoke and the gre of shattered stones, Archbishop Anluke faintly saw something shining in mid-air. Upon approag, he realized it was a sword, and the swordbearer, Lynn, was already right in front of him.

  g!

  The sharp longsword collided with the gilded staff, emitting a sharp and unpleasant thud.

  What was the best way to deal with a priest who could use divis? Close bat, of course!

  But Lynn quickly realized that his accumuted experience from games and novels didn't apply this time, because Archbishop Anluke effortlessly blocked his full-strength attack with just one hand on his staff.

  Could this be what they called a close bat priest?

  Cold sweat formed on Lynn's forehead. He lowered his head to evade Archbishop Anluke's powerful strike.

  Feeling the whistling sound created by the staff passing above his head, Lyimated that this strike had an impact force of at least 1.5 tons or more.

  This reminded Lynn of the witch hunter he had entered earlier. Were all the Church's members human-shaped dinosaurs?

  Fortunately, due to years of a luxurious lifestyle, even though Archbishop Anluke had taken divine elixirs, his close bat skills were still far from satisfactory. bat wasn't just about brute strength!

  After three or four exges, Lynn instantly calcuted the staff's nding point. His longsword pierced in at a clever angle, leaving a fierce gash on Archbishop Anluke's chest.

  Archbishop Anluke was both shocked and furious. He didn't hesitate to use a Tier-2 divi, Holy Light Impact, even though the two were iremely close quarters. Dazzling white light erupted, and Lynn and Archbishop Anluke were both bsted away by a powerful shockwave.

  Lynn, with a weaker physique, was sent flying more than teers away. However, at the moment of casting the divi, he had created an ice shield outside his body to mitigate most of the impact, preventing himself from falling into the swift-flowing river behind.

  Oher side, Archbishop Anluke had directly taken the blow from his own divi. His splendid gilded robes were torn and tattered, and the grotesque wound on his chest ruptured once again.

  Holy Word: Shield, Divine Blessing, Dispelling Fear, Sacred Barrier, Wall of light...

  In the face of successive life-threatening situations, the terrified Archbishop Anluke didn't eveo his injuries first; instead, he cast one protective divi after aurning himself into a turtle shell!

  [Warning: Energy remaining at only three pert, the system will forcibly shut down in fifteen seds...]

  "Disable overload mode!" Lin Yun said without hesitation, upon hearing the warning in his mind.

  It had been five days of plete silence sihe st shutdown of the AI brain. Lin Yun had no iion of going through that again, and the previous battles had depleted nearly y pert of his magical power.

  However, despite the daunting differen power, a faint smile graced Lin Yun's lips. He had gaihe upper hand in this battle!

  White phosphorus, a forbidden on in modern warfare, had a terrifying quality apart from its ability to burhing—it was its insidious toxicity!

  This recisely why he had sent Dove and Jonny away and instructed everyoo hold their breath during the fight. It was to prevent them from succumbing to the poison.

  However, the situation was different when fag Archbishop Ahe widespread use of "White Phosphorus - Fireball Art" and "Hand of the Fme Demon" aimed to fill the enclosed space with toxic gas.

  Close-quarters bat would exhaust Anluke's stamina and manipute the air, f him to ihe poisonous gas more intensely.

  It had been about the right amount of time, and even a genuine humanoid dragon would find it extremely challenging to eil now.

  As Lin Yun had expected, Anluke, who was hiding iurtle Shell," had noticed the weakeniions throughout his body. He felt dizzy and feverish, and his vision was gradually blurring. It seemed like his strength was being gradually sapped away.

  What kind of magic was this? In an instant, Ahought of the F Magiown as the "Harvest of Death." This terrifying magic could turn an area into a forbidden zone for the living in a matter of seds.

  But if the oppo was a great wizard capable of using F Magic, it meant that he was already dead during their frontation!

  So it could only be poison!

  Anluke immediately realized this possibility. For example, the Three-Ring Magic "Toxiain" could create a rge area of yellow-green poison mist with very distinctive characteristics.

  Now, it was too te to cast the dispelling magic for the poison. Lin Yun was not about to let go of the most vulnerable moment of his enemy. He immediately pushed all his remaining magical power into it.

  "Magic - Barrage!"

  In an instant, thirty-six "Magic Missiles" floated in the air. Lin Yun eveivated the three-sed overload mode, quickly adjusting their trajectories.

  Fag Aurtle shell-like tactics, Lin Yun had no iion of fronting it head-on. Instead, he chose to evade the most challenging "Holy Barrier" using the flexibility of the "Magic Missiles." He attacked from the oints ahis Nordnd leader and Archbishop straight to hell!

  After twenty-five years, Anluke once agaihe impending sense of death.

  At this life-or-death moment, Anluke appeared strangely calm. He had no doubt that he would die today, but before that, he could do o thihis devilish disciple, who was young but already a Three-Ring Wizard, straight to hell!

  "Great Lord of the Stars, Goddess of the Moon, Creator of the Earth and Life, your humble servant prays here and offers up this body. I beseech the proje of the Supreme Lord to desd upon this pce..."

  Anluke ted fervently, and with each verse, his face aged by a year. His skin became wrinkled, white hair hung down from his forehead to his eyes, and his voice grew lower and more hoarse.

  In a tra was as if a sacred hymn resonated in the enclosed underground space, gradually overshadowing Anluke's voice. In no time, the entire space began to shake violently.

  "God... Summoning... Ritual?" Lin Yun excimed, barely managing to utter the words through ched teeth.

  Upon arriving in this otherworldly realm and disc that the priests of the Church possessed true divine magic, the thing that Lynn was most worried about a willing to face was the God-Summoning Ritual!

  The beings referred to as gods were not to be uimated, even if it was just a proje that couldn't carry much power. A single gesture from it could flick you to death!

  Shaking the gods when you 't beat them... Is this still a human?

  Lynn inwardly cursed and uhe pre-set Magic Missiles without daring to look back at Archbishop Anluke's fate. He promptly jumped into the swift underground river behind him.

  More than thirty Magic Missiles followed their inal path, avoiding the sturdy Holy Barrier, and hit Anluke directly, colliding with a mysterious force.

  The successive explosions were like the st straw that broke the camel's back. The underground space, which had endured tless trials, quickly disied!

  Huge, multi-ton stones tinuously detached from the ceiling, crashing down to the ground and into the river, engulfing everything in rolling smoke and dust.

  At this moment, Lynn had bee into the turbulent water...

  Being a nd dweller who had lived in the tral region of the Federation for years, Lynn had no experien swimming. His nearly depleted magical pohysical strength had stripped him of any ce tle. He could only allow the strong current to pull his body downward relentlessly.

  However, there was not a trace of worry on Lynn's face. In his previous life as a data archivist, he knew very well how a non-swimmer could survive in fast-flowing water.

  First and foremost, he o remain calm; that was the foundation of everything. Then, he o make full use of the buoyancy of the water itself.

  As everyone knows, the density of the human body is greater than that of water, and the gravitational force exerted on it is greater than the buoyancy, which is why people gradually sink when they fall into the water.

  However, before he jumped, Lynn had already taken a deep breath. Then, he rexed his body as much as possible, adjusted his ter of gravity, and increased the tact area with the water's surface by lying on his back.

  This way, as long as he held his breath and reached a slightly calmer area ier, he would naturally float on the surface.

  Based on this theory, Lynn maintained a very standard supine posture. Even as his body slowly sank, he paid it no mind, thinking it was just the influence of the water current. But as the depth of his dest increased, a hint of panic crept into Lynn's heart.

  Could it be that my backstroke posture isn't standard enough?

  "071? What's going on?" Lynn couldn't help but shout in his mind.

  The AI brain's prompt tone sounded immediately.

  "Acc to Se 32, Article 7 of the Federal Diving Safety Guidelines, beginners practig diving should not carry heavy objects, sir..."

  Lynn gnced down at the steel longsword hanging from his waist and then tinued sinking to the riverbed...