464. Wipeout

The River Styx!

This is the powerful authority wielded by Lady Moon, the source of death.

It flows through the Spirit World, without beginning or end, and only the dead can enter. Followers of the god of death believe that their souls can reach the Divine Kingdom through the River Styx after death and then be reborn!

The newly emerged black-robed [Emperor of Doom] is, of course, unable to control the River Styx, not even a tributary of it!

What he summoned was merely a phantom of the River Styx, borrowing only a sliver of its power.

Even so, it would be enough to annihilate any fifth-tier professional!

This is pure death power! It can dissolve everything!

After doing all this, the black-robed emperor glanced in the direction of the Church members, roared, and helplessly disappeared into the void.

"As expected of a mythical-level professional on the Path of Death... He discovered us?"

"According to Church records, the [Emperor of Doom] who left behind this ruin has been confirmed to have fallen, but he gives us a feeling of being 'alive,' which is indeed very special."

"A sixth-tier professional, so powerful? It's a pity... even with the aid of rare Curio, he can only summon the power of a phantom attack."

The clergy murmured amongst themselves, observing the ruined island. "Sulu Potter! A genius of the Federation, what a pity..."

If the Church is going to take action, it will definitely consider many factors.

Calling on a group of Tier 5 to besiege a [Planeswalker] is the most unwise thing to do.

To truly succeed, we must be absolutely certain of success!

The true Wisdom lies in mobilizing the power of the sixth tier to win a decisive battle!

"According to intelligence... the [Planeswalker] has fused with the [Shadow Warrior], gaining the ability to create clones... Although this ability is difficult to improve, no genius should be underestimated."

"Therefore, Lord Alfred chose to use the ' Reversal Pocket Watch ' and summon a [Emperor of Doom] from the annals of history, unleashing the Wrath of the River Styx!"

"With the practitioners of the Path of Death and the projection of the River Styx, even a mere avatar of the [Phantom Demon] would inevitably perish here, dragging down the main body as well!"

Die!

This is a powerful concept.

In fact, high-level professionals on this path are the nemesis of those clones!

The power of death can be traced directly back to its source through the mysterious 'connection' between the clone and the original!

The Church of the Goddess of Light has a long history and naturally knows about the [Planeswalker], and has also considered the possibility of an avatar.

It's fair to say that if Sulu had arrived here at the fifth rank, even just sending an avatar would have been extremely dangerous.

The opponent didn't waste any words with him, nor did they surround and kill him; they simply summoned a powerful force and delivered a fatal blow—it was swift and decisive to the extreme!

"Look... the power of the River Styx has vanished."

A clergyman stared intently at the desolate island ruins swept away by the river.

Somewhat surprisingly, the vegetation, ruins, and even the small animals on the deserted island remained completely unharmed, seemingly oblivious to the danger.

"How powerful is the [Emperor of Doom]! He completely restrained that wisp of River Styx projection's power, targeting only Sulu!"

The remaining clergy exclaimed, "He's doomed! Whether it's his clone or his true self, he's doomed!"

The next moment, their eyes widened and their mouths involuntarily opened.

Because after the waters of the River Styx receded, a human-shaped figure was left behind in the original spot.

No!

That was something almost indescribable!

Every inch of the opponent's body seemed to be composed of countless tiny, mysterious symbols, with magical runes containing immense mysteries appearing on the surface of their body.

Between his brows, a dark purple Sun Wheel shone, seemingly existing between reality and illusion!

Mythical Body! Spirit Mage Form!

Since the main body is composed entirely of countless mysterious symbols, and its assembly and dispersal Impermanence, the Shadow Clone are also true Mythical Body, equivalent to parts split off from the main body.

Under the corrosive influence of the River Styx River's projection, Sulu's ordinary human form could no longer withstand the onslaught, and he revealed his mythological form!

Numerous fine wounds appeared on his body, with countless tiny points of light shimmering on their surface, constantly healing and repairing themselves.

"This is..."

"A body entirely composed of 'mystery'? A powerful physique capable of withstanding the projection of the River Styx. Just one glance at it terrified my soul, and it seemed as if I had glimpsed countless mystical knowledge..."

"Sixth tier... Mythical Body?"

The members of the Department of Faith Theory of the Church of the Goddess of Light were the elite of the elite. Upon seeing this, their faces contorted with rage as they roared, "Plan changed! Retreat... Deliver this crucial intelligence to Lord Alfred!"

This genius has actually advanced to the sixth rank in such a short time?

This can't be described as talent; it's simply monstrous!

Even a blasphemous thought arose in their minds.

Given their qualifications and demonstrated abilities, perhaps... they truly have the potential to become a god?

This is enough to place it at the top of the ' Purge List ', and it must be removed immediately, regardless of the cost.

"So... they're from the Church of the Goddess of Light, aren't they?"

Lines were drawn in the void, revealing the figure of Sulu, blocking the path of the fanatics.

The power that sealed off the deserted island was a joke to him.

At this moment, Sulu's heart was not entirely at peace either.

'As expected... we can't rely too much on clones!'

'Since there's a connection between the clone and the original, then harm can be traced back to it... such as curses, and the River Styx obviously can be done as well.'

'Through that deliberate 'experiment,' I've learned that if one of my clones were to fall into the real River Styx, my true spirit might be unconsciously drawn away and perish...'

In other words... clones are not omnipotent or immortal; one must hold them in awe, and especially must not directly confront deities!

"Sulu Potter! Lord Alfred will avenge us."

These fanatics looked at Sulu calmly, showing no fear of death, for it meant returning to the Goddess's kingdom.

"You think... you've already sent the message?"

Sulu smiled faintly, "My mythological domain is— Nightmare! From the moment you saw my Mythical Body, you have been trapped in a nightmare... Everything you have done is, in my eyes, nothing but a joke."

"What?"

One of the fanatical followers responsible for communication was shocked to find that the Curio in his hand had turned into a stone.

"And by killing you here, I naturally intend to ensure that not even a sliver of your true spirit can escape, forever condemning you to a nightmare..."

Although his information was inevitably leaked after this battle, he tried to delay it as long as possible and cover it up as much as he could.

"Devil!"

"A devil who manipulates people's hearts!"

"Your destiny is surely to be burned at the stake by the Church!"

These elites could no longer remain composed; they roared and cursed menacingly.

"The lament of a defeated dog!"

Sulu's eyes were indifferent as he pressed down with his right hand.