Before the Holy Hall plaza, smoke and dust filled the air, while rubble and broken blades covered the once-sacred stone pavement.
With the thunderous crash of the city walls collapsing completely, the Skeleton Army surged into the city like a tide, the rasp of bones grinding against one another echoing throughout the entire city.
The resistance within the city was pitifully weak.
Although Holy Spells suppressed Necromancy Spells, the Church still retreated step by step in close-quarters combat.
Those strange skeletons whose strength rivaled heroes unleashed all manner of spells, tearing apart the defensive lines and becoming the first to enter the Central District.
Above the Holy Hall, two godlike pressures faced off in silence!
One came from the remaining Deity Statue within the hall, its radiance steadily dimming. The other rose from the Skeleton Army, confronting the light within the city.
Dragon descended from the sky, his black robes billowing like spread wings as he casually threw a corpse onto the ruins.
He landed on the stone steps of the Holy Hall, with a boundless, silent sea of skeletons behind him.
He looked up toward the hall entrance, his gaze utterly calm.
The Pope emerged from the Holy Hall surrounded by several high-ranking priests. His face was pale, and despair and fury tangled in his eyes.
He glared fixedly at Dragon, his voice hoarse. "Dragon! Have you lost your mind? You're actually helping a Necromancer! He's an outsider. We should be on the same side!"
A cold smile tugged at Dragon's lips, his tone indifferent. "I have no idea what you're talking about. This is the first time we've met. Don't act like we're so familiar."
"So what if you destroy the Holy Hall?" the Pope shouted. "When Father God descends, you'll be the first one he kills!"
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