Storming the Church of Light

It was already winter, and the cold wind high in the sky was biting.

A streak of red aurora pierced through the horizon.

High above, the expression on the face of Lynn was cold; he made no attempt to conceal his actions, nor did he restrain his aura in the slightest.

As he flew, his terrifying Saint-level aura spread out, causing knowledgeable high-level warriors and mages to look up and watch as Lynn passed by.

When passing over the capital of the Roland Empire, Lynn swept a cold glance at the city below.

His gaze remained completely indifferent as he flew brazenly over the city.

"Who is it?"

Within the imperial palace, a Saint-level expert intended to intercept him, but Lynn mobilized the Laws of Fate. He merely glanced at the Saint who wanted to intervene, and a muffled groan followed.

"Get lost!"

"Many thanks to the senior for showing mercy."

A voice of gratitude came from the palace, and then the palace returned to silence.

"Who was that senior?" A level-nine warrior in the capital asked curiously.

"I haven't seen him before; he must be some reclusive Saint-level ascetic."

Some spoke up, while others watched with curiosity in the direction where Lynn had disappeared.

"He seems very angry. Judging by the direction he's heading, it looks like the Zhongyuan Empire. Someone is likely in for some bad luck!" someone said with schadenfreude.

"I hope it doesn't involve the Roland Empire..." someone else said with a worried expression.

"He seems to be..." At the Imperial Capital Magic Academy, old John watched the direction Lynn had vanished, the shock in his eyes yet to subside.

"I must have seen wrong."

Old John closed his eyes, not daring to open them, hoping it was just his imagination.

From Blackstone Town to the Rivas province of the Zhongyuan Empire, the straight-line distance was over ten thousand miles. Even with Lynn speeding through the high altitudes, crossing mountains and lakes, it would still take a considerable amount of time.

During the flight, Lynn's aura fluctuated, growing strong and then weak.

The massive shock caused by the disappearance of Kasa had plunged Lynn into another state of epiphany.

His comprehension of the Laws of Fate had reached a critical point, and taking another step forward was incredibly difficult.

The Saint-level limit—the peak one could reach before becoming a god—was only a thin line away from divinity.

However, at this moment, Lynn had no time to focus on his own strength; his gaze swept over the cities he passed.

Identifying his location, he continued to speed toward Qingli City.

"Faster... a little faster."

The surging comprehension of the Laws of Fate allowed Lynn to increase his already extreme speed even further, yet as he traveled, he still felt it was too slow.

Thinking of the missing Kasa, the rage in Lynn's heart flared, and in his black pupils, it was as if a ball of fire were burning.

Finally, as the sky grew dark, Lynn arrived at Qingli City, the capital of the Rivas province.

"Hmph!" Flying above Qingli City, the vast spiritual energy within Lynn dispersed, easily locking onto the positions of all the Saint-level experts within the city.

"Scum of the Church of Light, get out here!"

His voice, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout Qingli City.

"Who is it?" Inside Qingli City, the soldiers guarding for the Church of Light raised their weapons and shouted with faces full of rage.

During this period, the Church of Light had been capturing cities and seizing strongholds, invincible in every battle. These soldiers shared in the glory and were full of pride, each one incredibly arrogant.

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

"Up... up there, it's... it's a Saint!" Some soldiers saw Lynn high in the sky, and their previously angry expressions instantly turned to fear.

"So what if he's a Saint? It's not like we haven't killed one before! We have the Pope, the Chief Inquisitor, and the holy angels!" a hot-headed youth said with disdain.

"This is bad, hide quickly," an experienced soldier shouted.

A battle between Saints was not something ordinary soldiers could interfere in; even the slightest shockwave could claim their lives.

"Which petty thief comes here to run wild?"

An angry roar erupted from within Qingli City.

Then, a middle-aged man in black robes, exuding killing intent, stepped forward.

It was the Chief Inquisitor of the Church of Light, Stell.

"Are you Abraham?" Lynn swept a glance at Stell, and upon sensing the aura of the Laws of Destruction on him, he immediately lost interest.

The Pope of Light could not be a practitioner of the Laws of Destruction.

Stell felt the pressure emanating from Lynn, and his previously ferocious face instantly cleared.

He forced a smile, his expression stiff as he said, "Does your Excellency have some misunderstanding with our Church of Light? I can help..."

"Too much nonsense!"

Lynn's eyes turned cold as he suddenly descended at high speed, the terrifying shockwave rushing out in all directions and instantly obliterating a city wall.

"Rumble~~"

Amidst the violent explosion and the sound of air being torn apart, a pathetic cry for mercy rang out.

"Spare... spare my life... ah!"

As the dust and smoke cleared, Lynn held a severed head in his hand, then smashed it against the statue of the angel outside the Church of Light.

A large number of soldiers gathered around, all watching the scene before them with expressions of terror; even the Cardinals, who had already reached the ninth rank, dared only to stand far away, their hearts filled with immense dread.

Why hasn't the Pope arrived yet? someone thought, trembling in fear.

At this moment, the Pope of Light, in whom everyone placed their high hopes, looked at the red and white mess on the statue of the god and silently retracted the left foot he had been about to step forward with.

"This matter requires careful deliberation."

"I don't think that's necessary." Lynn's voice suddenly rang out right beside the Pope of Light.

Ever since he reached Qingli City, Lynn had swept the entire city with his spiritual energy, clearly locating every Saint-level expert.

The reason he hadn't entered the city directly before was simply out of fear that the Church of Light might have some hidden trump cards.

Lynn vaguely remembered some content from the original work; when Lin Lei destroyed the Church of Light, the Church seemed to have quite a few hidden assets.

But now, following Lynn's careful inspection, there was nothing in Qingli City that he couldn't see through, aside from a dozen or so Saint-level experts.

Naturally, he could enter the city and steamroll them directly.

The Pope of Light looked at Lynn, who had suddenly appeared before him, a flicker of panic flashing in the depths of his eyes, though he feigned composure on the surface.

"May I ask who Your Excellency is?"

As Abraham finished speaking, a dozen figures flickered around them, and the Saint-level experts of the Church of Light gathered on the scene.

The Pope of Light gained a bit more confidence; the high-ranking members of the Church of Light had all learned the Angel Battle Formation.

With six Saint-level experts joining forces and coordinating with Abraham's strength, they could hold their own for a few rounds even if the intruder was a peak Saint-level powerhouse.

Lynn swept a cold gaze over the Pope, Abraham, a sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I am Lynn!"

"Finger of Destiny Reversal!"

Seeing the Saint-level experts of the Church of Light delivering themselves to his doorstep, Lynn couldn't be bothered with further nonsense and pointed his right index finger forward.

In the sky, a terrifying energy vortex appeared. At the center of the vortex, a crimson finger imprint, wreathed in endless power of destiny, descended from the heavens, fiercely suppressing the many Saint-level experts of the Church of Light.

"Your Excellency Lynn, let's talk this over! Perhaps there is some misunderstanding between us!"

Abraham and the others, facing Lynn's attack head-on, turned deathly pale and spoke up one after another.

"A misunderstanding?"

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