Chapter Thirty-Four: The Descent of God

  "Kill!" The people of Fengji City were also very decisive in their actions. Now that things had come to this point, there was no choice but to fight.

  Hahn and Robin were swordsmen, drawing their long swords, moving swiftly, and charging out to kill. The other three enforcers were mages, muttering incantations, but one of them had been severely injured and was already unable to fight.

  Max sneered coldly: "With just the four of you, dare to resist? I'll have you thoroughly buried here. No undead puppets will be left, kill them all."

  There were six pitch-black puppets emerging from the thick smoke, their faces stiff like stone carvings, without a hint of life.

  At Max's command, the six puppets' eyes burst out with fierce red light, their faces twisted and ferocious, a trickle of yellow liquid flowing from between their teeth, as if in an instant, there were six resurrected ancient demons, an endless aura of bloodthirsty cruelty spreading out.

  Roar! Roar!

  A lone puppet strode forward with large steps, relying solely on a pair of pitch-black palms to strike and kill from a distance.

  "Die!" Haern took a small step forward, his long sword drawing a crescent-shaped trajectory of blue and red light, whooshing as it stabbed into the chest of a puppet.

  "En." Xiao Chen's gaze condensed.

  Hahn's aura was a mix of blue and red, similar to that of the swordsman he had killed in the Black Swamp, but the red color in Hahn's aura was many times stronger than that person's, almost evenly split between blue and red.

  This is a bloodthirsty aura that has condensed after killing countless people, revealing Haern's ruthless and cold-blooded methods.

  A long sword enters the body, and black bloody foam splashes out.

  The puppet was unconscious, its fists clenched, and it charged forward in a straight line.

  "Hmm!"

  Hahn drew back his hand, and with a slanting sweep of his long sword, "Pffft!" A black arm flew into the air.

  One of the puppet's arms was severed, but it still had no effect. The puppet that lost an arm did not affect its movements at all. The other hand became claw-shaped, with ten black and sharp fingers, scratching down fiercely.

  Whoosh!

  Blood splattered, Haern's chest appeared with five long cracks.

  Fissures of dark green and black color, a stock of pitch-black toxic gas is slowly seeping in.

  "It's poisonous." Hahn felt a numbness in his chest, and immediately drew his sword horizontally, cutting off a large piece of flesh from his chest. Extremely decisive and ruthless, he sealed the blood vessels with his internal energy, gradually stopping the bleeding.

  A dark shadow flashed behind, another puppet approached, and a fierce punch was thrown.

  Boom!

  A huge fireball came flying, heavily smashing onto the puppet's body, with flames burning fiercely, but the puppet didn't stop at all, and instead attacked while its entire body was on fire.

  Six puppets, two at a time, wrapped around Hahn and Robin.

  The other two suddenly jumped violently, jumping over ten meters, and quickly approached the two Fa Shi.

  "These puppets are really troublesome, they are like sharp knives and fierce fires, there is no way to destroy them."

  Hahn and Robin felt immense pressure, although they kept hitting the puppet, but these flesh wounds were inflicted on them, completely useless, not even useful for breaking their arms or legs, instead, it only provoked their ferocity, the more they hit, the more ferocious they became.

  And even more precarious were the two lawyers.

  Facing this kind of magic that cannot be harmed, with infinite strength and speed, is almost completely restrained.

  Lawyers can only cast various defensive magic spells and passively resist.

  And it's not just puppets.

  Felan, standing beside Max, suddenly moved too, and a whirlwind of binding spells was released.

  Wrapping around a retreating Fa Shi, the puppet closely followed up, and with one punch, it sent that Fa Shi flying over ten meters into the air, blood splashing everywhere.

  Not long after, another monk was caught by the puppet, and with a fierce tear, it actually tore off that monk's head.

  "What!" Haen's eyes turned bright red.

  In just a short period of time, two law enforcement officers died, and the law enforcement team faced an existential crisis.

  "You're useless, you think you can defeat me like last time? Back then my puppet was still imperfect, but now my undead puppet has reached perfection, it's truly immortal with no weaknesses whatsoever. Your only way out is to become my puppet, eternally controlled by me." Max smiled eerily and gloomily, his eyes slowly rotating like a vortex, his words subtly eroding their hope and will to fight.

  Hahn dodged the puppet's pounce and roared: "Max, spare us the chatter! You think you can shake our resolve? We enforcers have gone through countless trials and tribulations, numerous life-and-death struggles. Your verbal attacks are laughable, insignificant puppet that dares to claim immortality! You think you're a god? Blasphemers will die!!"

  Boom! Boom!

  Two puppet monks killed by him rushed over, four puppets joined forces to attack him. After a while, Hahn was hit by several punches in a row, his body's aura shook violently, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

  "Ants!" Max snorted disdainfully.

  "This is what you've forced me into, I'll go all out, Divine Descent Technique!"

  Hahn coldly said, throwing away his long sword, closing his eyes and muttering a string of profound and abstruse words. Suddenly, a beam of light that was invisible to the naked eye poured into his head from the sky, as if an infinite void had descended upon him with a powerful will, his aura rising again and again, his strength increasing explosively.

  His entire body's muscles swelled up like a sponge, as strong as rock, bursting his clothes apart.

  For a moment, as if truly descended from the heavens, his body swelled to nearly twice its size, like an ancient giant deity come to life, majestic and awe-inspiring.

  But on closer inspection, Haen's body was covered in countless fine cracks like spider silk, each thread of flesh seeming to be stretched to the limit, as if it would disintegrate into countless molecules at any moment.

  These flesh-and-blood molecules are being suppressed by a powerful force that has descended from the depths of the unknown, barely holding on to not disperse.

  "What, divine magic, you little ant, mortal flesh and blood, dare to borrow the power of God, aren't you afraid of bursting your body?" Max roared, with a deep-seated fear and terror hidden beneath his furious rage.

  At this time, Hahn slowly opened his eyes.

  His eyes had a layer of golden light, his pupils turned golden, and his eyes were deep and profound, like an epic poem or legend, without any emotion, indifferent and eternal, gazing down at the vast expanse of land, viewing all things as insignificant, sweeping across the scene, making everyone feel stripped bare, exposed nakedly under this gaze.

  Plop, Max fell down like a big monkey and crawled on the ground.

  "Divine Will! How can there be a Divine Will, it's impossible for the Divine Descent to have a Divine Will descend upon us." Maxcussa trembled.

  Xiao Chen was also caught in the golden eye's gaze.

  A powerful and overwhelming spiritual pressure descended, causing his knees to go weak, and he actually had the urge to kneel down in worship. Deep within his heart, a sense of submission and devotion arose, as if he was reverently surrendering to something greater than himself.

  "Nothing! No one can make me kneel down! None!"

  As soon as this idea arose, Xiao Chen felt an indescribable sense of humiliation deep in his heart, and a violent counter- psychological surge burst out, almost tearing the sky apart.

  "What thing dares to make me surrender, submit? I am a demon star, my way is to follow my heart's desire, annihilate the false and empty. My heart is eternally free and unbound, beyond the reach of heaven and earth, even they cannot control me. What are you that can make me surrender? Star-annihilating sword, come and destroy!"

  A sharp long sword composed of the spirit that contains the ultimate rebellion against the heavens and the pursuit of eternal freedom, pointing directly at the sky.

  The golden eyeball that penetrates the spiritual sea.

  Bang!

  The spiritual beheading of the void, in the instant when the golden eyeball was beheaded, that infinite pressure also dissipated.

  Xiao Chen was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just awakened from a deep and terrifying nightmare.

  At this time.

  Haren's golden double pupils seemed to turn around and truly gaze at Xiao Chen for a moment.