Run—!
That was the only command Dagonet's brain gave him at that moment. Before the command even reached the part of his brain that understood it, his body had already reacted!
A black shadow shot out from the darkness at terrifying speed, reaching the edge of the Fallen Force Field's dark curtain in an instant!
It was as if some great terror still followed close behind him. The suffocating sensation spread... Those eyes seemed to be expanding infinitely behind him!
At last, Dagonet broke through the dark curtain and reached the street outside the church—the dark curtain seemed to react only to those who possessed Holy Power.
The main street was silent at that moment, but it was not empty... The ordinary people all around had already fallen unconscious because of the appearance of the dark curtain.
Dagonet gasped for breath. Only after passing through the dark curtain did that feeling of overwhelming terror begin to fade... He looked in panic at his trembling palms.
The armor of the Twelve Knights—the inherited armor forged with elven power and containing the crystallized divine technology of the ancient Celtic divine kingdom—was actually cracking apart.
Dagonet leaned against the wall around a residential courtyard, then slumped to the ground as if all weight had left his body. Muttering to himself, he said, "A single glance made the Armor of Inheritance collapse. This isn't a power that should exist in this world. This isn't... this isn't..."
A god?
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Dagonet's heart stopped for a moment before he reacted and hurriedly pulled it out. Only then did he realize that both his hands were trembling so badly he could not hold it steady. He nearly dropped it several times.
"Wh-what is it...?"
It was the voice of Ma Fen,