The Death of a Heretic Grand Leader
If Lu Yuan knew their names, Lu Yuan would have dragged all three of them into his Sea of Knowledge and refined them all long ago. He wouldn't have needed to go through so much trouble.
To Deprivation them of this ability, we need to know their names, but these guys haven't given their names at all. I wonder if they'll ever be able to get the ability to see other people's names from somewhere. It's a real shame.
As Lu Yuan pondered this in his mind, the vast ocean of Sea of Knowledge poured down upon him.
The Leader was completely unprepared for Lu Yuan's sudden action at this moment. The piety and fervor on his head, which was held high, had not yet completely faded when the vast sea, carrying unparalleled power, crashed down upon him.
As these colorful words drifted around Lu Yuan, they looked so dreamy and beautiful. They surrounded Lu Yuan 'Lu Yuan body and entered his body, like a group of little things that had come to life, bringing Lu Yuan only an indescribable sense of peace.
But when they fall on the enemy, they take on a completely different appearance.
Every word contains a certain kind of knowledge, and every kind of knowledge carries an indescribable power. This power descends from the sky and strikes people, generating unparalleled force. The faintly forming Formation Patterns beneath the three great leaders were scattered and broken the moment they came into contact with the seawater, and the chanting also became chaotic.
Leader didn't expect was that the seawater controlled by Lu Yuan could actually have an effect on him.
You must understand, he is now calling upon the Holy Sovereign. He is the Holy Sovereign's most loyal servant, and at this moment, the connection between him and the Holy Sovereign is closer than ever before. In his mind, nothing in this world can harm him at this time.
But of all things, that patch of seawater landed directly on his body.
The colorful text washed over them layer by layer, and the Leader could clearly feel his body being peeled away from the mass of the Holy Sovereign's Flesh on his chest, bit by bit. The nutrients that had been flowing continuously from the three of them and gathering into that mass of Flesh were abruptly cut off at this moment.
This is very bad news, because it means that the Holy Sovereign's awakening may have to be forcibly stopped.
The fervor in his head finally froze completely at that moment. He abruptly turned his head to look at Lu Yuan in mid-air, and for the first time, real panic appeared in his eyes.
The next moment, the thing the Leader least wanted to face still happened.
The seawater fell between him and that mass of Flesh, cleanly slicing away. In the next instant, the connection between him and the Holy Sovereign was truly severed with a single stroke.
More colorful seawater followed.
The words washed down the mass of rotting flesh, penetrating every inch of his flesh and Flesh that connected him to the earth. The Flesh and threads that extended from his body and burrowed deep into the earth were forcibly severed one by one. With each one severed, the lump of rotten mud convulsed violently.
The Flesh that had been continuously surging up from the depths of the earth stopped at this moment.
The Leader's pride in his immortality vanished completely under the relentless erosion of knowledge.
He felt the power draining from his body, felt the earth's nourishment gradually disappearing, felt the connection between himself and the Holy Sovereign growing weaker and more distant. What he found even more unacceptable was the change he sensed in the distant figure; the signs of the Holy Sovereign's awakening were slowly fading, retreating back into that primordial slumber.
The expression on that head suddenly contorted.
"No! You can't do this! His Holy Sovereign is about to wake up! His Holy Sovereign is about to wake up!"
He roared, his voice shrill and filled with a strange madness. His body, which Lu Yuan had smashed to pieces, writhed wildly, trying to plunge back into the Land of the Dead Silence ground. But no matter which direction he stretched out, all that greeted him was a torrent of colorful words.
"You lowly Outsider, how dare you sever His Holy Sovereign's favor?"
The head stared intently at Lu Yuan, its eyes churning with Resentment. But that Resentment quickly faded as it abruptly turned its head toward the retreating figure in the distance, its voice trembling with an almost pleading tone.
"Your Holy Sovereign, Your Holy Sovereign, look at me, your servant is still here..."
However, his pleas were in vain; the figure in the distance gave him no response.
Lu Yuan simply stared at him coldly. He might not be able to deal with such Taboo Entity, but could he not deal with this Heretic made of reason?
The Leader had completely lost the Holy Sovereign's support, and also the support of this world. The swamp of mud began to wither at a visible speed. The Flesh that could once change and heal at will rapidly turned black and rotted under the erosion of words, peeling off piece by piece, never to be put back together.
The head, held high, struggled one last time, its lips still opening and closing as if trying to utter another Hymn. But before the sound could escape, the head collapsed, merging with the rotting mud beneath it, and was completely submerged by the colorful words that filled the sky.
A Fifth Order being died amidst the countless words.
And the Gray-White Text Lu Yuan had been waiting for finally popped up at this moment.
[Sanity: -80...105.5/200]
[Sanity V: +50...60.5/200 (Experience)]
Lu Yuan stared at the line of numbers, his eyes suddenly lighting up, followed by a surge of elation.
50 points! A single Fifth Order brought a full 50 experience points. This was an enormous number. The experience he had gained from killing so many Heretic in this world was only around 50 or 60 points. Now, a single Fifth Order monster was almost equivalent to all the Heretic he had hunted before.
As for the 80 points of sanity deducted, Lu Yuan didn't even bother to glance at them. After all, he had a full 200 points of sanity, which he could easily afford. Moreover, he could slowly recover them after resting for a while. So, no matter how you looked at it, this deal was a huge profit.
Lu Yuan's gaze almost instinctively fell on the other two Fifth Order. If he killed the Bone Controller and the High Singer as well, wouldn't he be just a hair's breadth away from reaching Sanity VI?
The thought had barely crossed Lu Yuan's mind when Oden's repetitive hand struck down again.
When the previous Holy Sovereign appeared, Oden hadn't actually stopped. He was still bringing down his scepter on the High Singer, but the High Singer was kneeling on the ground and was shrouded in the Holy Sovereign's protection. Oden's scepter was blocked by that protection every time it fell, making his wrist go numb.