Taking the Fight to the Church of Light

Winter had already set in, and the winds high above were bone-chilling.

A red aurora streaked across the sky.

High above, Lynn's face was cold. He made no attempt to hide his movements or rein in his aura.

As he flew, his terrifying Saint Domain aura spread far and wide, drawing the attention of knowledgeable Advanced Warriors and mages, who looked up to watch him disappear into the distance.

As he passed over the capital of the Roland Empire, Lynn cast a cold glance down at the city.

His expression didn't change in the slightest as he flew brazenly over it.

"Who goes there?"

Inside the imperial palace, a Saint Domain expert moved to intercept him. Lynn drew on the Fate Law and merely glanced at the would-be attacker. A muffled groan followed.

"Get lost!"

"Thank you for showing mercy, senior."

A voice of gratitude came from inside the palace, and then all was quiet again.

"Who was that senior?" a ninth-level warrior asked curiously in the capital.

"Never seen him before. He's probably some reclusive Saint Domain ascetic."

Some people spoke up, while others watched curiously in the direction Lynn had vanished.

"He seems furious. Judging by where he's headed, it looks like the Zhongyuan Empire. Someone's probably in for a rough time!" someone said gleefully.

"Let's hope it doesn't involve the Roland Empire..." someone else said with concern.

"Could that have been..." At the Imperial Capital Magic Academy, Old John watched the direction Lynn had vanished, still unable to shake the shock in his eyes.

"I must have been mistaken."

Old John closed his eyes, afraid to open them again, hoping it had all been an illusion.

The straight-line distance from Blackstone Town to Qingli City, the provincial capital of Rivas Province in the Zhongyuan Empire, was more than ten thousand miles. Even flying at full speed high above, crossing mountains and lakes without slowing down, Lynn would still need a considerable amount of time to get there.

As he flew, Lynn's aura fluctuated, growing stronger and weaker by turns.

The tremendous shock of Kasa's disappearance had plunged Lynn into another state of sudden enlightenment.

His insight into the Fate Law had reached a critical threshold at some point. Advancing even one step further would be incredibly difficult.

The limit of the Saint Domain—the pinnacle one could reach before becoming a god—was only a hair's breadth away from divinity.

But Lynn had no time to think about his strength. His gaze swept over the cities below as he passed.

He oriented himself and sped relentlessly toward Qingli City.

"Faster... I have to go faster."

His renewed insight into the Fate Law made him even faster than before, though Lynn still felt that he wasn't moving quickly enough.

Thinking of Kasa, whose whereabouts were unknown, Lynn's anger surged. In his black eyes, it seemed as if a blaze were burning.

At last, as dusk fell, Lynn reached Qingli City, the provincial capital of Rivas Province.

"Whew!" Hovering above the city, Lynn released his immense spiritual power. He easily located every Saint Domain expert within Qingli City.

"You Church of Light bastards! Get out here!"

His voice boomed through Qingli City like thunder.

"Who's there?" The soldiers guarding the Church of Light in the city raised their weapons and shouted angrily.

The Church of Light had been sweeping through the region, capturing cities and strongholds without a single defeat. The soldiers had shared in its glory and basked in its power, each of them unbearably proud.

Now someone dared to provoke the Church of Light. Naturally, they were all furious.

"U-up there! It's... it's a Saint Domain expert!" A soldier spotted Lynn in the sky, and his furious expression instantly turned to fear.

"So what if he's a Saint Domain expert? It's not like we haven't killed one before! We have His Holiness the Pope, the Inquisitor, and the holy angels!" a hotheaded soldier scoffed.

"Something's wrong. Get under cover!" a veteran shouted.

A battle between Saint Domain experts was no place for ordinary soldiers. Even the slightest shockwave could take their lives.

"Which scoundrel dares to cause trouble here?"

An angry shout rang out from Qingli City.

A middle-aged man in a black robe strode out, his entire presence radiating murderous intent.

It was Stell, the Church of Light's Inquisitor.

"Are you Abraham?" Lynn glanced at Stell. Sensing the aura of the Destruction Law about him, he immediately lost interest.

The Pope of Light couldn't possibly be a cultivator of the Destruction Law.

Feeling the pressure coming from Lynn, Stell's ferocious expression cleared in an instant.

He forced a smile, his face stiff, and said, "Could there be some misunderstanding between you and the Church of Light? I can help—"

"You talk too much!"

Lynn's gaze turned cold. He suddenly plunged downward, and a terrifying shock wave blasted in every direction, destroying an entire section of the city wall.

"Rumble!"

Amid the deafening explosions and the whistle of rushing air, a ragged voice begged for mercy.

"P-please... spare... me!"

When the dust settled, Lynn held a head in his hand. He then smashed it against the angel statue outside the Church of Light.

Soldiers crowded around, staring at the scene in terror. Even the Red Cardinal, already a ninth-level expert, only dared to stand at a distance, his heart gripped with fear.

"Why hasn't the Pope come yet?" someone thought anxiously.

Meanwhile, the Pope of Light, in whom everyone had placed their hopes, looked at the blood and gore on the statue of the God of Light. He silently drew back the foot he had just stepped forward with.

"We need to consider this carefully."

"I don't think we do." Lynn's voice suddenly sounded in the Pope of Light's ear.

As soon as he reached Qingli City, Lynn had swept the entire city with his spiritual power and located every Saint Domain expert.

The only reason he hadn't entered the city immediately was that he feared the Church of Light might have some hidden tricks.

Lynn vaguely remembered parts of the original story. When Linley destroyed the Church of Light, it seemed to have quite a few trump cards.

Now, after carefully inspecting Qingli City, Lynn had found nothing he couldn't see through besides the dozen or so Saint Domain experts.

So he could simply charge into the city and crush them all.

The Pope of Light looked at Lynn, who had suddenly appeared before him. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, though he forced himself to remain calm.

"May I ask who you are?"

As Abraham finished speaking, more than a dozen figures flashed into view. The Church of Light's Saint Domain experts had gathered.

The Pope of Light grew more confident. The Church of Light's upper ranks had all studied the Angel Battle Formation.

With six Saint Domain experts joining forces and Abraham's strength added to theirs, they could hold their own for a few moves even against a powerhouse at the Saint Domain limit.

Lynn's expression remained cold as he looked over Abraham, the Pope. A trace of scorn curled his lips.

"I'm Lynn!"

"Finger of Destiny Reversal!"

Seeing the Church of Light's Saint Domain experts come to him, Lynn couldn't be bothered to waste another word. He pointed with a single finger of his right hand.

A terrifying vortex of energy appeared in the sky. At its center, a crimson finger-shaped mark, wrapped in boundless power of fate, descended from above and crashed down on the Church of Light's Saint Domain experts.

"Lord Lynn, let's talk this out! There may be some misunderstanding between us!"

Abraham and the others, facing Lynn's attack head-on, turned deathly pale and hurriedly pleaded with him.

"A misunderstanding?"

"I don't have misunderstandings with the dead!"