I Became the Progenitor Vampire-Chapter 300 - 302 Level 30 Divine Monster—Twelve-winged

Chapter 300 -302: Level 30 Divine Monster—Twelve-winged Blazing Angel (13,000-word update)

Chapter 300 -302: Level 30 Divine Monster—Twelve-winged Blazing Angel (13,000-word update)

Outside the circular bone-strewn plain, Lide instructed Lord Withered Bones to stop, making no further moves.

The scene was chilling in every aspect.

Who were these cloaked people? What was their purpose in undertaking this act?

And what about that strange stone? Was the feather floating mid-air a feather of an angel?

The eeriness of the scene furrowed Lide’s brows.

“Master, it is that force, the force of the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel that I once felt on that feather!!”

At that moment, Lord Withered Bones spoke with a trace of unspeakable excitement.

“That angel must have fallen or fled…”

Because they were too far away, Lide was unable to use the System Space to check the attribute of the feather, so he couldn’t make a judgment.

However, Stanley’s next words changed Lide’s mind about waiting.

“Your Highness, we need to interrupt these mysterious people’s casting,” Stanley said with extreme gravity.

“Why?”

“These mysterious people are conducting an evil sacrificial ritual…”

“An evil sacrifice?” Lide turned to look at Stanley, raising an eyebrow.

“Explain.”

Stanley nodded, “A sacrificial tower built from twelve layers of white bones is the highest form of evil sacrificial ritual.”

As a former believer in the Evil God, Stanley was very clear about various evil sacrificial practices and their purposes—

most of which he had personally employed.

“What is their purpose?”

A bad feeling rose in Lide’s heart; the scene was too strange.

“As an altar of white bones… fuelled by the Power of Death…”

Stanley suddenly uttered a frightful phrase in Undead Profanity.

“The hand of fate turns, the scales of victory will tip towards the great undead, the light will eventually be dispersed, chaos and darkness will become eternal…”

The cold profane words were like a knife scraping across the skin, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

As the last word fell, Stanley’s eyes widened with an indescribable sense of shock.

“Your Highness, they are making an offering of this plane!!”

Sss~

Castro gasped at Stanley’s side. Offering a plane?!

Such a grand gesture!

Upon hearing this, Lide also felt his heart skip a beat. Offering a plane? Wasn’t that an exaggeration?

“Are you sure?”

“Without a doubt, this is the evil language of offerings created by the eternal Ancient Undead God.

I’ve seen it before on an evil tome made of human skin, and the impression was profound,” Stanley said gravely, nodding his head.

Lide fell silent for a moment, his eyes gradually hardening.

“What role is that holy feather playing?”

“Against the evil, the light…

This feather must have been left behind by that Twelve-winged Blazing Angel as a contingency. When these mysterious people tried to make an offering of this plane, the feather was triggered…”

Though Stanley’s inference seemed a stretch, it was just plausible enough.

“What happens if a plane is offered up?”

“The Evil God will descend,” Stanley said heavily, “a plane offering uses the power of the plane to forge a link to the Evil God’s space conduit.

If the offering is successful, then the Evil God’s true form will descend in full upon this place, and the entire plane will be dragged into His Divine Country. Everything within the plane will become fodder for the Evil God.”

Lide’s eyebrows were tightly knit; this was a tricky situation.

“How are we supposed to interrupt their sacrificial ritual?”

“Once the ritual has begun, it will continue automatically, a process that is irreversible.

Those cloaked people are just a tool within it; at this point, even if they all stop, the process will still continue under some mysterious rules.

The only way is to shatter their altar or their offering.”

Hearing this, Lide turned his gaze to the black stone on the altar.

“Is that the Plane Stone?”

“Correct, the Plane Stone, the foundation of a plane’s existence in the Chaos Void.”

After confirming the facts, Lide fell into deep thought.

He still had to find the possibly existing Death Flower in this plane, and this plane surely hid many other treasures. If he simply allowed the others to make an offering of this plane.

That would not be in his interest.

After sensing for a moment, he felt the situation was even trickier.

The power of these mysterious people was extremely strong, particularly those on the twelfth and eleventh layers—

the aura of all nine people on those layers was above Level 15.

The most exaggerated were the three mysterious people on the top layer, with two emitting Level 18 auras and another’s reaching as high as Level 19.

Meaning if he were to intervene, he would have to confront nine individuals with combat power above Level 15,

among which was a powerful presence of Level 19 overseeing them.

“Your Highness, I sense an undead presence on these people,” Lord Withered Bones interjected at that moment, “A very strong undead presence…”

An undead presence?

Lide was slightly startled; the Power of Death from the Bone-Burying Plane was intensely rich. Although he could sense their levels from a distance, he couldn’t tell what type of life they truly were.

After pondering for a moment, Lide realized that although this Bone-Burying Plane was an ancient plane that had always existed, it seemed to appear only after the undead invasion from the north.

Combining the legend that the Death Cemetery was where the Undead Monarch transformed high-level undead, Lide narrowed his eyes slightly. If these cloaked people truly were undead, then they were definitely the minions of the Undead Monarch.

No wonder they could be so extravagant.

This Undead Monarch, having already engulfed the Radiant Empire, likely had an innumerable amount of high-level undead under his command.

Although these nine Level-15 high-level undead seemed strong, compared to the task they were assigned—the sacrifice of the plane—it was not excessive; Lide wouldn’t even be surprised if a Transcendent one appeared among them.

But if it came down to brute force…

Lide frowned deeply, setting aside whether he could win or not, he always felt that there was more to these undead than met the eye; the rising sense of crisis in his heart made him realize that a head-on confrontation was definitely not a good approach.

Although he was not afraid of death, acting rashly was far too impulsive.

Just as Lide was contemplating how to break through the situation, the scene underwent another change.

At this moment, the cloaks of the three cloaked people on the twelfth level of the White Bone Altar were suddenly illuminated by the hovering holy wings, and after a burst of brilliant radiance flashed by, their cloaks burst into flames.

However, the three cloaked people made not a single motion, continuing to chant the chilling Undead Profanity that reverberated in the space, as if they wanted to imprint their voices into this area.

In a moment, the engulfing flames completely consumed the cloaks of the three high-level undead.

Then, three snow-white skeleton frameworks were exposed to the air, with no defensive equipment donned on their white bones, and within the skulls, the pale blue Soul Fires slowly burned.

After the flames created by the holy wings died down, the speed at which the surrounding Death Aura flowed into the Black Stone on the altar only increased.

Feeling the rich Death Aura, the floating wings seemed enraged and burst forth even more dazzling Holy Light.

Whoosh—a blinding brilliance shone as if the bright moon were illuminating the earth.

An instant later, a colossal silhouette appeared in the sky.

Its twelve wings of holy feathers were pure and majestic, like the purest light in the world.

Adorned with snow-white floral battle armor, it showcased a striking figure.

Wearing a white helmet that revealed the eyes, its blue gaze was like a merciful divine entity watching over the world.

In its grip was a slender cross battle sword, with the angelic engravings on the hilt being incredibly delicate.

Birthed from holy light.

The surrounding Death Aura, now encountering their natural enemy, began to melt away like snow.

The Holy Power intermixed with the Death Aura around Lide now looked like mini fireflies, lighting up one by one.

Under the dim skies of this land of fallen gods, filled with Death Aura, the Holy Light Power twinkled like innumerable stars.

Dreamy and beautiful, it could almost make one temporarily forget that this was the Bone-Burying Plane dense with the power of death.

This epic scene was as awe-inspiring as the creation of the world by deities in ancient myths.

The brilliance of the Holy Light Energy caused the ongoing sacrificial ceremony to halt abruptly as the high-level undead frantically channeled Magic Power, with the surrounding Death Aura continuing to surge in invasion after a brief pause.

Such an act seemed to have completely enraged that holy presence, as the angelic silhouette floating in the sky suddenly opened its eyes wider, as if there were sinking suns within them, bursting with endless light, while the Angel Battle Sword in its hand swung violently toward the surroundings.

Crack—

A wave of indescribable powerful force tore through the space around the twelve-story White Bone Altar, forming tumultuous spatial currents like shattered mirrors dancing in the air, ravaging everything in their path with an unstoppable might.

Half of the several hundred high-level undead scattered across the plains of White Bone Altar were caught off-guard and obliterated by the surging force.

Even the dense Power of Death was cut off, isolated outside the altar.

Witnessing such a scene, Lide took in a cold breath.

This angel is fearsome.

But just as Lide thought the battle had reached its conclusion, a new change emerged on the field.

At the apex of the White Bone Altar, three Undead Mages held up small Plane Stones that suddenly burst into a dark glow.

Then a boundless power shot into the sky.

Crack~

The plane shattered like glass, followed by an indescribable and majestic presence spilling out, like a mountain thousands of feet tall collapsing into rubble, making heaven and earth tremble.

Moments later, a pair of hollow eyes appeared in that rift in space.

This was a projection of some inconceivable existence.

The Power of Death in all the world went wild at the appearance of these eyes, surging endlessly.

Whipping up a fierce gale, a whirlwind lifted countless withered bones into the air.

The chaotic spatial currents that surrounded the altar, like a protective moat, were devoured in an instant by the unending Death Aura.

The twinkling Holy Light Power in the Bone-Burying Plane dimmed in that moment too.

The brilliant illusion of the angel shattered under the gaze of the hollow, unspeakable, unimaginable eyes, snapping apart, dissolving into pure Holy Power.

The wings of the angel floating above the Plane Stone immediately dulled.

And when the illusion of the angel fragmented, the small Plane Stones in the hands of the top layer’s three Undead Mages also shattered, and the pair of hollow eyes, filled with unimaginable might, vanished without a trace.

The surging Power of Death once again infused the Plane Stones.

Hundreds of Undead Mages resumed their chants with their deep, eerie, revolting Undead Profanity.

It was as if everything had returned to the beginning.

Upon seeing this, Lide was silent for a long time.

The projection of a Divine Being, the illusion of a Twelve-winged Blazing Angel.

The impact of such high-level powers appearing before him was immense.

A while later, Lide collected his thoughts and returned his focus to the scene.

Looking at the angel wings and the Plane Stone on the altar, Lide conceived a crazy idea.

Turning his head to Stanley and Grote, still in shock beside him, he said,

“The Plane Stones in the hands of these Undead Mages have already shattered, and for a short time, they will certainly be unable to summon a Divine projection again.

And the illusion they formed from the angel wings has also been scattered, and even if they have a backup, it won’t recover so quickly.

You two, in coordination with Lord Withered Bones and Castro, draw the attention of these Undead Mages—this might be our opportunity.”

Lide turned his head toward Castro, who had shrunk down to perch on his shoulder, and said,

“If we encounter unpredictable danger, you and Lord Withered Bones must escape the battlefield immediately. There’s no need to rescue us.”

He possessed the Talent of Resurrection Bathed in Blood, so even death wouldn’t affect him much, but Castro was different—death for this newborn King Bat would truly be the end.

He was unwilling to bear this loss.

A moment later.

Boom~

Blazing fireballs erupted~

A defenseless Undead Mage on the White Bone Altar was blasted away.

Instant chaos ensued.

Stanley’s magics flowed unceasing from his hands, like a relentless turret.

Grote, with a greatsword in hand, charged through the ranks of disoriented Undead, standing 2.5 meters tall as if he were a small giant, unstoppable.

Castro, clad in Extraordinary Battle Armor, used his incredible flight speed to dive and reduce over a dozen Undead to shattered bones.

But the most eye-catching was the Undead creature, Lord Withered Bones—a Bone Dragon with an 18-blade wingspan that emitted Dragon Power from its soul, instilling great panic among the Undead below.

“Damn bastards!!”

“Kill them!!”

“No one can stop the arrival of our Lord!”

The Nineteenth-level Undead Mage on the twelfth layer of the White Bone Tower bellowed upon seeing this, and with a wave of his hand, he abandoned his spellcasting. Two Eighteenth-level High-level Undead immediately charged toward the screaming Lord Withered Bones.

At that moment, Lide’s figure disappeared from the spot, and upon entering the Dimension Plane, he was slightly surprised.

The Dimension Plane was still interwoven with the aura of Holy Light and Death.

It seemed as if these two eternally existed and struggled against each other.

Without further thought, he quickly advanced through the Dimension Space toward the White Bone Altar.

But as he neared the twelve-layer altar, Lide felt immense pressure; this bizarre and ancient altar emitted an aura that severed space, and he could no longer move forward.

By this time, Grote and Lord Withered Bones, with their chaotic uproar, had successfully attracted most of the Undead’s attention.

“Caw caw caw~ Damn brats, taste the Dragon Breath of the great Lord Withered Bones~”

“A bunch of decaying and filthy trash, let the Dragon of Destruction grant you eternal silence!”

“Only Lord Withered Bones is the most powerful, you pathetic things, you truly are pitiful…”

“Seeing your weak and pitiable Soul Fires is laughable…”

Although most Undead had bizarre logic, upon hearing this endless mockery, their Soul Fires flared, and the majority of attacks headed toward the despised Bone Dragon.

Lord Withered Bones attracted 90% of the firepower.

Lide wasn’t concerned with that; as more and more Undead Mages from the altar joined the siege against Lord Withered Bones, he found a rare gap and stepped out of the Dimension Space.

Following that,

Instant Teleportation.

Swoosh~ As Lide appeared on the twelfth layer of the altar, the sole surviving Nineteenth-level Undead Mage on top was momentarily stunned, its hollow eyes and the Soul Fire within seemed to pause.

A vampire? How could there be a damned vampire here??

But as it came to its senses, it was suddenly furious, the Soul Fire flaring up as if doused in boiling oil, and the chilling aura caused the surrounding temperature to drop drastically.

Lide, however, took advantage of the Undead Mage’s brief confusion. After rushing onto the altar, he immediately used the System Space to seize the black Plane Stone.

To his surprise, there was no reaction.

A miscalculation.

Huff huff~ Two Four Circle Undead Spells—Death Spirit Balls—violently struck Lide.

Thump~

The first spell shattered the shield on his body, and the second hit him directly in the back.

The terrifying negative energy voraciously eroded Lide’s body, and agonizing pain seemed to tear his flesh apart bit by bit.

The excruciating pain stimulated Lide’s nerves, but he didn’t give up; after the first plan failed, he didn’t hesitate and thrust upward.

As the second, more fearsome magic attack reached him, his fingers touched the feathers floating in the sky.

Swoosh~

The Angel Wings, floating in the air and emitting an incredibly holy light, disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Hmm?

The Nineteenth-level Undead Mage was momentarily taken aback, his soul shook, seemingly astonished by Lide’s actions.

They had spent countless time and effort on that Angel Wing and couldn’t do anything about it—and this vampire had just taken it?

In the split second it was stunned by Lide’s actions, which had been struck by the second round of magic attacks, he spat blood, instantly teleported out of the altar, and then vanished into the Dimension Plane.

Having endured two rounds of Undead magical attacks, Lide suffered severe injuries, the negative energy within his body savagely devouring his flesh.

The pain almost caused him to collapse upon entering the Dimension Space, but without a moment’s delay, he pulled out a large bottle of Magic Blood and began drinking it voraciously.

Fortunately, as a Bloodline, not a human or other frail race, the abundance of Magic Blood quickly activated the power of the Bloodline Ancestor, rapidly restoring his normal state.

The negative energy was consumed by the Power of Crimson, the desiccated flesh was revitalized, and his shattered body became whole again.

“Is this the power of Level Nineteen?”

Lide took a deep breath. “Compared to a Level Eighteen professional, it’s not even the same level of existence.”

An almost Transcendent being was truly powerful.

After catching his breath, Lide stopped pondering and turned his attention to the Angel Wings in the System Space.

His eyes revealed a great surprise; despite the brutal attack he suffered, he didn’t expect to so smoothly obtain the Angel Wings.

Moreover, that Undead Mage, whose aura had reached Level Nineteen, seemed to not have prevented him from taking the Angel Wings and didn’t even pursue him immediately afterward.

This made Lide feel somewhat strange.

It seemed that the Level 19 Undead Mage who took the angel wings was very… happy??

Shaking his head, he focused on the angel wings and opened the attribute panel.

Angel Wings

Quality: Special Item

Description: Within this feather sleeps a twelve-winged blazing angel, who can only be awakened by the most holy power.

An extremely simple explanation, without any additional skills.

But the description alone was enough to stir anyone’s emotions.

Sleeping a twelve-winged blazing angel?!!

Lide gasped when he saw the attribute, his scalp tingling.

Was this really turning the heavens upside down? Had he actually gotten his hands on a nuclear bomb?

A twelve-winged blazing angel, by God, this was a divine being!

At the very least, they would be Level 30, possibly even higher, and he had barely reached half of that level now.

Lide’s heart was trembling at the moment.

But he didn’t have time to think about how to handle this “nuclear bomb”; after calming his excited heart, he quickly left the white bone altar in the dimension space.

The battle outside was still going on. Now that the most important thing was in hand, there was no need to continue tangling with the other side so strenuously.

As soon as his figure emerged from the dimension space, he immediately rallied the others who were fighting the undead mage.

“Everyone, gather up, do not entangle with them anymore!”

His loud voice echoed through the sky with magic power, but it was immediately suppressed by the never-ending profanity.

The Level 19 Undead Mage put Lide under a tremendous amount of pressure, and he was not sure whether the other party had hidden some more tricks.

What he wanted most were the angel wings and that plane stone, but the plane stone had been trapped by some force and could not be collected, so he had to give it up.

Now that he had the angel wings, he had already made a huge profit. Staying any longer could invite unforeseen troubles.

The best gambler is not the one who always grabs a good hand every turn, but the one who knows when to leave the table.

“Retreat immediately!!”

“Gah gah gah~ you lowly skeletons, filthy dead spirits, watch as the great dragon of destruction departs!

Your pitifully weak magic doesn’t even qualify to tickle me…”

Lord withered bones, after another dragon breath, rose into the sky with a laugh under the angry gaze of two Level 18 Undead Mages.

Grot and Stanley immediately transformed into a swarm of bats and left the encirclement inside the undead.

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Castro, with his super high flying speed, managed to come and go in a short time.

But to Lide’s surprise, those undead stopped their pursuit as soon as they saw them leaving the white bone plains, ordered by the Level 19 Undead Mage.

Afterward, the undead continued their evil ritual as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, the two Level 18 Undead Mages who had been entangled with the withered bones also returned to the twelfth layer of the white bone altar, engaging in an ancient and bizarre dance along with the Level 19 Undead Mage.

The three burning soul fires of the towering skeletons twisted their bodies in extremely eerie ways, with the undead profanity full of death and chaos, making the whole scene spine-chillingly terrifying.

Lide had a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease.

Danger Perception.

An indescribable horror rose within him, and feeling this, he immediately took out the angel wings from his system backpack; the pure energy exuding from the wings seemed to dispel the intense sense of danger.

When he looked back toward the top of the twelve-layer white bone altar, the dark plane stone that had been suppressed by the angel wings floated up into mid-air.

It then emitted an indescribable gloomy light, devouring all brightness at that moment.

The surrounding space, originally filled with the aura of light, receded like the tide, and the surging death aura began to swirl.

Now, Lide finally realized what he had done.

The angel wings and the plane stone seemed to be in a standoff, and when he took one away, without the suppression of the power of light, the aura of death naturally devoured everything.

But it was too late to understand this, and at this point, he had no chance to put it back.

“No wonder that Level 19 Undead Mage treated me so indifferently when I took the angel wings.”

The bad premonition in Lide’s heart grew stronger, and he suddenly turned his head.

“Leave this world immediately, go now!!”

But as soon as Lide finished speaking, a new change occurred on the altar.

The sinister dance of the three top-level undead mages became increasingly bizarre, and the profane tongue of the undead echoed through the air; the plane seemed to be caught in a deathly silent and dark atmosphere.

When the gloomy light of the plane stone intensified, the undead below did something utterly shocking.

All the kneeling undead suddenly raised their bone claws, then gouged out their soul fires from their eye sockets.

Then as the soul fires scattered into speckles of bluish glows, shush~ like the sound of shaking leaves, the soul fires of hundreds of high-level undead all converged above the twelfth layer of the white bone altar.

Offering souls.

Wooh~woo~

Those three highest-level undead mages danced even more strangely now.

At last, the two Level 18 undead mages stopped, then performed the same action as the other undead.

They offered their soul fires.

The scene was left with just the Level 19 Undead Mage, as bluish soul fragments like blue fireflies clung to the plane stone.

It looked like the apocalyptic myth described in church murals’ depiction of destruction day.

Whoosh whoosh~

All the soul fires were absorbed by the hovering plane stone.

When the last soul fire extinguished, the whole sky plunged into dead silence and darkness, and only the eternal profanity of the undead murmured in the air.

Moments later, the plane stone burst into indescribable dark energy towards the sky.

The entire plane trembled at this moment.

An indescribable, massive rift appeared in the sky, like the irregular scar of a body that has been cut open and then stitched together.

A pair of hollow, deathly still, spine-chilling eyes appeared within the crevice, resembling a corpse’s stitched wounds.

Accompanying them was a boundless aura of fear.

It was the soul pressure from a high-level being, inescapable, with nowhere to hide.

“I… shall descend…”

Boom, rumble, rumble~

It was like thunder rolling from the ninth heaven, piercing through eardrums with a soul-shaking voice.

The language of Ancient Gods.

This was the divine language used only by the oldest deities.

At this moment, Lide was completely rigid, under that terrifying divine presence, everything seemed like vanity.

Indescribable, untouchable, inscrutable.

Those eyes hanging in the sky were the dominator of this heaven.

Everything would be manipulated, ruled, enslaved, and trampled under his feet.

Borders of death aura danced along, as if singing praises to the divine magnificence, darkness devouring the land, with no light remaining.

An endless crisis swallowed Lide, his soul trembling with fear.

Ah!!

A low growl came from his throat as the activated Ancestor Bloodline frantically circulated.

Surges of momentum rose within his body.

Endless power burst forth.

The Power of Faith enshrouded his entire body.

Hah~

That soul-stiffening pressure immediately vanished into nothingness after the Power of Faith protected his body.

At this moment, Lide found a brief moment to catch his breath.

“This is too terrifying, a divine being has truly appeared!”

His crimson eyes were filled with unmistakable shock.

Lide fiercely turned his head to look around, even Lord Withered bones, who was Level 18, could only flap its wings in the air, maintaining its shape, whereas Castro, at Level 15, was already on the brink of collapse under the divine power.

Facing the pressure of a divine being, the squad which had not even reached the Transcendent was fatally crushed.

If this continued until the divine being truly descended, no one would be able to escape.

He could be resurrected, but Withered Bones and Castro would undoubtedly perish here.

Thinking of this, Lide clenched his teeth.

He couldn’t bear the loss of Withered Bones and Castro’s deaths.

But at this moment, the Angel Wings in his hand burst out with an exceptionally extraordinary radiance, rejecting the Death Aura surrounding him with force.

Seeing this scene, Lide’s eyes turned icy cold.

Clutching the Angel Wings, he gritted his teeth, and the nearly 70,000 points of Power of Faith that had accumulated in his body for 4 months were frantically channeled into the wings.

Angel Wings

Quality: Special Item

Explanation: These wings contain a sleeping Twelve-winged Blazing Angel, who can only be awakened by the most holy power.

Into the pure white feathers in his hand, Lide poured the most pure and holy Power of Faith from within him.

In the midst of boundless darkness, a bright light suddenly appeared.

70,000, 60,000, 50,000… The depletion of the Power of Faith was like a waterfall, with tens of thousands of points of faith power nearly exhausted in a few breaths.

Finally, when there were less than 5,000 points of faith power left, he reached the threshold to awaken the sleeping twelve-winged Blazing Angel.

Whoosh~

An indescribable holy radiance exploded like magic, forming a sun-like orb of light in the sky.

“Who is summoning me?

Such pure power, my lord, is that you?”

A voice filled with bewilderment arose in Lide’s heart, soft and weak, like a girl just waking from sleep.

Lide’s thoughts turned, letting the Power of Faith spread throughout his body, his tone bearing a trace of tenderness.

“Yes, my child. Darkness has descended, and I need you to fight for the dawn, for the light, to drive out the darkness.”

The voice fell silent for a moment before replying.

“No, unfamiliar deity, you are not my lord…

But the pure light power in you warms me.

Such a strong scent of evil outside; these heretics are truly disgusting…

Unfamiliar deity, Freyja Dawn shall draw her sword for you this time.

For the light!”

After the voice faded, the Angel Wings in Lide’s hand soared upwards, racing toward that ripping rift in space.

Like a Light God Arrow that shoots down the luminous moon, the Angel Wings drew a long trail of holy flames in the sky, the darkness of the sky dispelled by the light at that moment.

The holy power purified the overwhelming Death Aura.

“The breath of holy light… Angels?!”

The hollow eyes in the sky at that moment sensed something unusual and suddenly lit up with blue Soul Fire.

“Foolish and hypocritical Bright God…

“I… will devour everything…”

Crackle~ The sky rift swelled immensely under the gaze of that mysterious deity.

The divine might recklessly spread between heaven and earth.

It was like the apocalypse of destruction.

It seemed that at any moment, the unknown deity would tear through the spatial rift and truly descend upon this world.

Swoosh~

At that moment, the angel wings, trailing a long tail of Holy Light, arrived before the spatial rift, immediately followed by a flash of light upon the wings.

In the blink of an eye, a figure clad in pure white battle armor, wearing a white helmet that revealed only the eyes, with twelve pristine wings unfurled behind, appeared before the rift.

The wing in which Freyja Dawn lay dormant now transformed before Lide’s stunned gaze, stretching out directly into a Cross Battle Sword with a sharp edge, the angelic statue upon the blade dignified and imposing.

“Evil heretics, the Holy Light shall grant you eternal death, and the light will purify all.”

The most powerful warrior of the Light God System, the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel vs an unknown God of the Undead.

This was a battle between the pinnacle forces of this world.

The moment the brilliance dazzled, Lide was no longer able to discern the traces of the battlefield.

In the sky remained only the intertwining of radiant light and darkness.

Endless might tore the heavens asunder.

No one knew how brutal this battle was, nor did anyone know how the two towering beings fared in their clash.

When the sky, pieced together like stitched corpses, was shattered by a resplendently brilliant Holy Light, filling the entire Plane’s sky with the power of light.

The victor was clear.

The divine might that pervaded the Plane faded away, and that unnamed deity ultimately failed to truly descend upon the Bone-Burying Plane.

“No!! My lord!!!”

Feeling the retreat of their faith, the Undead Mage on the nineteenth level of the White Bone Altar let out a piercing wail of despair.

It seemed unfathomable as if it could not be true.

It seemed in response to this lament, a blinding light flashed across the sky moments later, severing both the nineteenth-level Undead Mage and the twelve-tiered altar in a single stroke.

Annihilated, without any room for resistance.

Whoosh whoosh~

Merely moments later, before Lide could regain his composure, a radiantly luminous figure had already flapped its wings and flown before him.

Looking at the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel who had prevented the deity’s descent, a shiver ran through Lide’s heart.

This angel was too damn fierce; that was a god!!

A god!!

Just like that, gone??

Freyja Dawn’s Light Battle Armor was still dazzling, her wings as pure as ever, her aura still so warmly soothing.

The Angel Battle Sword in her right hand remained sharp.

This Twelve-winged Blazing Angel observed Lide, still in his Vampire form but surrounded by Holy Light, with a twinge of confusion in her eyes.

“Respected Majesty, why does your aura feel so peculiar?”

For a being of darkness to be filled with Holy Light was unimaginable, something she had never encountered in her tens of thousands of years of existence.

Lide, seeing the doubt in the angel’s eyes, felt a chill in his heart. Was his cover blown?

With thoughts whirling, his expression quickly softened, much like that of a parent looking at their child.

“My child, this is my choice.

To pursue the light, I have forsaken everything.

I tread a path, thorny and untraveled by anyone before.

When I am surrounded by darkness, can I still gaze upon the stars?

When I am of the darkness, can I still illuminate the world?

When I am lost in darkness, can I still guide life towards the light…

All these, are the paths I seek to fathom.”

After speaking, he looked up slightly, a touch of reflection passing through his eyes.

“There are two things that, the more profound and persistent my contemplation of them, the more awe and wonder they inspire in my soul, one is the starry expanse above me and the boundless Dimension Planes, the other is the moral compass within my heart.”

“Perhaps the path I walk has never been trodden, also full of misunderstanding, scorn, and hatred.

But when my gaze fixes upon the light, all this becomes eternal.

Even as a Vampire, or even transforming into a Demon, a Devil, nothing can stop my journey towards the light.”

After finishing, Lide tried to calm his heart and then firmly believed that everything he said was true.

Frey observed Lide’s magnificent figure illuminated by light and suddenly seemed to recall something, her eyes filled with shock.

Even as a Vampire, or even transforming into a Demon, a Devil, nothing can stop my journey towards the light…

Images of a deity that existed only in legend surfaced in her mind as she pondered his meaningful and fearless words.

Frey held a solemn reverence, then kneeled on one knee in midair, her voice carrying an undeniable respect.

“Great practitioner of light, I have long heard of your esteemed legends, but there was talk in the Divine Country that you perished a million years ago, which is indeed the most absurd and laughable lie.

You may have taken the form of a Vampire, but the pure Holy Light Power within you is as warm as the morning sun.

The path you walk must be a great one, and I believe you will succeed, looking forward to the day you ascend to the Ancient God.”

Lide felt a bit odd hearing this.

A great practitioner of light?? Who was that?? Why had he never heard of this deity before, perished a million years ago??

He was only making an excuse for his identity, but she doesn’t have to imagine so much…

Lide wanted to clarify, but then, looking at Frey’s awed gaze, he closed his mouth again.

Let her imagine then…

“Meeting you is Freyja’s honor.

“I am the Seventh War General under the Master of Dawn—Freyja Dawn. I hereby extend the sincerest greetings to you on behalf of the great Master of Dawn.”

These last words gave Lide a shock.

What the hell, the Seventh War General under the Master of Dawn?!

The Master of Dawn is a divine being with Powerful Divine Power, ranking within the top five even among those of the Light Attribute.

No wonder this angel was so fierce, managing to forcibly repel that mysterious God of the Undead.

Although a significant reason was that this plane couldn’t accommodate the true descent of the God of the Undead, and the power exerted by the adversary was probably less than ten percent, one must remember that this Twelve-winged Blazing Angel had also been asleep for countless years, and her strength was not at its peak either.

Subconsciously, he opened the attribute panel of the opponent.

???

???

???

All of Freyja’s attributes were question marks, and even Lide couldn’t see the opponent’s name.

Is this angel freakishly strong??

What should he do next to extricate himself? Lide suddenly felt a headache—he didn’t want to have too much interaction with this Twelve-winged Blazing Angel.

Although he was protected by the Power of Faith, he was, in essence, still a Fake God, not even Transcendent, and the longer he remained in contact with her, the higher the chance of being exposed. Moreover, he had absolutely no clue about that so-called practitioner of Light.

This angel might be a bit naive, but she was not a fool.

And she had a master. If she were to get in touch with the Master of Dawn, then Lide would really be in big trouble.

Lide sighed lightly, “There’s no need for such formalities. The path of truth and light is filled with thorns, and the power I currently possess is probably not even one percent of yours.”

Upon hearing this, Freyja’s tone became even more reverent; what a grand spirit one must have to cast aside one’s own power, however minute it may be.

“Your Highness, your legend has always guided countless lives seeking the Light. You deserve the respect of all beings of the Light Attribute.”

Lide cleared his throat twice, his face rarely showing a tinge of red.

How shameful, this is all my duty…

“Rise, Freyja. You are a brave warrior, daring to face the darkness for the beliefs in your heart.

I believe the Master of Dawn must be proud of you.”

Thinking it over, Lide decided to change the subject.

“This is the Main Plane, and you, as the War General of the Master of Dawn, why have you been asleep here?

Had I not felt the power you emitted, I would not have been able to discover you.”

Logically, Withered Bones should have seen her countless years ago; this angel must have been asleep for an unimaginable period.

But for the Seventh War General under a divine being of Powerful Divine Power to be surrounded and put to sleep by Undead in the Main Plane, there was something strange about this whole affair.

Freyja was now standing up, her expression respectful as she responded to Lide.

“Your Highness, one hundred thousand years ago, the despicable God of Tyranny and the God of skeleton launched a surprise attack on my Lord’s Divine Country.

I was ordered by my Lord to muster troops to strike at the planes of these two Evil Gods, but I was ambushed by the minions of these malevolent deities on the way.

To prevent my Lord from sending aid, they relocated the entire plane into the confines of the Main Plane, and as they had expected, I became trapped in this White Bone Plane.

This plane was filled with countless High-level Undead Life. In the brutal war, all my subordinates perished, leaving only me…”

Although there was pain in her eyes as she spoke, Freyja’s gaze remained resolute.

“Under my Lord’s Glory, I forcibly used the Great Holy Light Divine Skill to obliterate those damned Undead.

Although the final victory belonged to my Lord, I had overdrawn my Divine Power so much that even my divinity declined, and my strength plummeted.

I no longer had the power to break free from this sealed plane.”

“Even more critical was that this Bone-Burying Plane contained endless Death Power, an evil place the God of skeleton once used to transform High-level Undead Life.

Although I cleansed it many times over with the Power of Holy Light, I could still not purify this plane.

The relentless Death Power constantly assailed me, and so it went on for a hundred years, a thousand years, without the replenishment of Holy Light Power, I could no longer wield my longsword…

But to preserve this body belonging to my Lord, I found the Plane Stone, drew upon a portion of the Plane Stone’s power, and turned it into Angel Wings, preserving my existence.

My plan was to use the Holy Light released during my slumber to purify the Plane Stone, intending to cleanse the entire plane by this means.

Thus, I fell into a prolonged sleep.

Until you woke me up.”

One hundred thousand years ago? Evil Gods attacking the Divine Country? Trapped in a plane?

Such ancient secrets deeply moved Lide; this world was far too deep for Dawn City to explore these hidden depths.

Additionally, how did this angel know how much time had passed during her slumber?

Lide took a deep look at the Twelve-winged Blazing Angel whose level he couldn’t even determine.

Although Freyja spoke simply, her words couldn’t hide a sense of ancientness and vicissitudes.

Her experience was enough to be called Legendary.

Trapped by powerful enemies, she ultimately slayed them all, then sealed herself within the Plane Stone, using her own strength to purify the Plane Stone, seeking to escape her prison.

Such grand maneuvers were not something ordinary beings could exercise.

No wonder this plane exhibited so many spatial fissures—it was purified by this angel.

The Bone-Burying Plane was originally an Undead Plane, and after being cleansed by the power of light, it was only natural that the plane became unstable, creating spatial fissures that were not hard to comprehend.

“Freyja, your will astonishes me.

Now the Plane Power of the Bone-Burying Plane is very tenuous, and you can leave to find your master.”

The strength of this Twelve-winged Blazing Angel and her absolute loyalty to the Master of Dawn left Lide with no thoughts of interference.

Angels are the most loyal underlings of Divine Beings. Even after death, their souls will be recalled by their divine beings back to the Divine Country and not even the Death God can take them away; there is simply no chance of recruitment or conversion with the Power of Faith.

Unless this angel willingly falls and becomes a Fallen Angel, she cannot escape the control of a divine being.

So he must send away this angel who could potentially see through him at any moment.

Unexpectedly, Frey shook her head.

“No, Your Majesty, perhaps I am unable to leave for a short while.”

Lide’s face stiffened upon hearing this. There was no chance of subduing this Blazing Angel, who was also tremendously strong and could discover at any moment that his identity as a Light Practitioner was fake.

It was like carrying an alchemical bomb that could explode at any time—a far too dangerous situation.

“So many long years have passed; the Master of Dawn surely needs you.”

Frey shook her head again, “Your Majesty, I constantly wish to return to my Lord’s side and devote my all to His service.

But the strength within me depleted countless ages ago…”

Strength depleted?

Lide looked at this splendid figure with a glimmer of doubt in his eyes. Just now, she forcibly stopped the descent of a divine being, and now you’re telling me that your strength is depleted? What a joke.

“Your Majesty, Frey doesn’t dare to deceive you. In the battle against that unknown God of the Undead, I overextended my life and divinity.

I am about to fall into slumber…”

This was good news? Lide’s eyes lit up.

“It’s fine, continue with your sleep,” after saying this, like remembering something, Lide added, “If you have any armor or weapons you can no longer use, you can leave them with me for safekeeping.”

Frey paused, slightly stunned, then shook her head with some regret.

“Your Majesty, apart from the Angel Battle Sword and battle armor nurturing with my soul, those weapons from the past have already decayed and shattered in the long stretch of years.”

“These external possessions I believe you wouldn’t care too much about.”

The corner of Lide’s mouth twitched… I do care.

Frey’s voice gradually weakened, and the light upon her also dimmed a notch, seemingly as she had said, her power was about to be exhausted.

“Before I sleep, I implore Your Majesty to destroy this evil plane.”

Destroy the plane?

Lide frowned. This angel really took him for a god. Could a plane be destroyed so easily?

The gaze beneath Frey’s hidden helmet was very solemn.

“Your Majesty, this plane was personally forged by the God of skeleton from a Plane Stone tainted with evil, found in the Chaos Void.

The land here is built of skeleton and bone, a strategic site where the God of skeleton cultivates high-level Undead.

Although most of the plane’s power has already dissipated after the grand battle of countless years ago,

if it is left to exist, it may be rediscovered by the God of skeleton while I slumber.

Therefore, we must destroy this plane.

And the power of Holy Light is the best weapon. Now, I have no strength left, and your power is the purest of Holy Light, the task can only be completed by you.”

Then, Frey slightly waved her hand, and from the ruins she had just cleaved with her sword, flew out the Plane Stone that Lide was unable to collect into the System Space.

After grasping two fist-sized, irregular Plane Stones, she handed them over to him.

“Your Majesty, I entrust this to you.

Please purify this plane.

Additionally, I will return to slumber within Angel Wings…” Before she could finish, Frey’s gaze darkened, and immediately the bright light surrounding her faded instantaneously.

Swish~

The longsword in her hand transformed into a feather, and then the body of this Twelve-winged Blazing Angel turned into flowing light and entered the Angel Wing.

The whole process was very sudden, even Lide hadn’t had time to react.

As the feather slowly drifted downwards through the air, Lide subconsciously reached out to catch it.

At this moment, this Angel Wing no longer exhibited the previous sanctity, nor did it emit any light.

The wing was covered in cracks, as if glass had shattered upon the ground.

Seeing this scene, Lide breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he had rid himself of the ticking time bomb.

He was an absolute mortal enemy of light and righteousness. This time, he had bluffed his way through, and if this Blazing Angel knew his true identity, she would probably kill him without a second’s hesitation the next second.

She would not hesitate to cut off his head, not even for half a second.

This is the real world where mere words are not enough to build a relationship; this Twelve-winged Blazing Angel’s master is the Master of Dawn, and her soul is absolutely loyal to that divine being of mighty divine power.

In Lide’s mind, this angel was no different from a level 19 Heart-eating Demon like Wales, with the only difference being that the former was much stronger and more of a threat to him.

Turning his head and looking around at the desolate landscape of the Bone-Burying Plane, Lide took a deep breath.

This had been a true adventure, with even the slightest mishap potentially resulting in their squad’s annihilation. It was a dance on the knife’s edge the entire time.

Fortunately, it was all over now.

Stanley and Groot flew over to Lide’s side, flapping their wings.

“Your Majesty.”

Lide nodded slightly upon seeing his two generals in his hands.

“Are you all right?”

“We are unharmed, without any injuries.”

Stanley then looked at the dark Plane Stone in Lide’s hand, uttering a statement that made Lide’s pupils dilate.

“Your Majesty, I once obtained an Evil Demon Tome during a ritual to the God of Tyranny.

It recorded how to erode a plane with a Plane Stone, making it a plane under one’s control…

The Plane Stone is the foundation of a plane, often located at its core, nearly impossible to reach without power beyond the plane.

Therefore, I have never tried.

Maybe, you could try to control this plane through the Plane Stone…”

Damn it,

There’s this kind of crafty move?

Control a plane?????