Gods and demons clash

No force could be more destructive than the clash between Angela and the Grand Knight. Holy and dark powers erupted unchecked, seemingly without limit, both sides pouring forth with inexhaustible power. The earth trembled, and even their armies were not spared the terrible calamity. Henderson wildly swung his longsword, utterly disregarding whether those before him were undead or his own comrades. Facing this storm of attacks, Angela laughed maniacally, weaving through the living and the dead with uncanny speed, tearing apart everything in her path.

"Die, by the will of God!!"

"How dare you, a mere piece of trash, lay a hand on me?!"

Facing Henderson's roaring attack, Angela grabbed the female priest who was choking her and rushed towards Henderson. The poor priest didn't even have time to struggle before Henderson's holy sword cleaved her in two. Facing his fallen comrade, the Grand Knight Commander didn't hesitate, continuing his advance, plunging the sword deep into Angela's petite body. He then roared and spun the sword violently, spraying blood everywhere. The holy power erupted at that moment, tearing Angela's internal organs to shreds, and leaving a gaping wound on her body and clothes. The fan Angela held, in the instant Henderson stabbed her, plunged into his eye socket. Thick brain matter splattered everywhere, leaving a bowl-sized gash in Henderson's brain.

However, even so, their smiles remained ferocious and crazed.

"Hahahaha!! Hahahaha!! Sow!! You think you can harm this body that has been blessed by the gods themselves?!"

"Hehehe... Interesting, truly extremely interesting!! You shameless male dog!! Your feeble barking is bringing me the ultimate pleasure!!"

"Now's your time to play the talker, you sow! I'm going to cut off your repulsive head and stuff it into your filthy womb to purify you completely!!"

"Before that, I'll rip off your limp, powerless penis and shove it up your eye socket, so you can taste the pleasure of oral sex yourself!!"

Accompanied by a vicious curse, the deadly battle between the two began once again. Henderson roared and swung his longsword down, while Angela opened her folding fan with a shrill laugh. Her petite body was thus cleaved in two by the sacred longsword, and Henderson's nose and above were completely severed by Angela.

Even so, neither side disappeared.

Fresh blood began to flow rapidly, the dark blood returning to Angela's body with an irresistible force, healing her body that had been torn in two. Countless bats emerged from the night, covering Angela's body and weaving a new gown. It was still so elegant and luxurious, tinged with an evil crimson and darkness.

A divine light erupted from the Grand Knight Commander, enveloping his body. Under this light, the destroyed parts of the Grand Knight Commander rapidly grew and healed at a visible speed, returning him to his previous appearance. The two stood motionless on the street littered with corpses, staring at each other. Finally, Angela snapped open her folding fan, held it to her lips, and gazed at Henderson with arrogant eyes.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask, how are your wife and daughters?"

"You bastard!!!"

"Having been shot so many times by so many humans and stray dogs, it must be pregnant by now. What kind of offspring will it be? Will its eyes look like yours? Will its nose look like yours? Or will it have your head and a dog's body? This offspring is exceptionally good, you know. You must raise it well."

"You wicked bastard, do you think you can subdue me with that level of torture? You actually dared to... you actually dared to..."

Henderson's right hand, gripping the longsword, trembled slightly, the force so great that even the armor on his palm made a soft cracking sound.

"How dare you? Listen carefully! A lowly creature like you should feel honored to be noticed by me, even kneeling down and weeping to thank me for my magnanimity would be enough. But what kind of attitude is this? What? I've taught your wife and daughters to experience the joy and happiness of being a woman. Shouldn't you be thanking me? How are they now? Are they wagging their tails every night, begging for your favor? Or perhaps..."

At this point, Angela's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You simply can't satisfy them, so they've gone to find new men? Or have they simply kept a purebred male dog at home? Pathetic man, not even as good as a dog..."

"Shut up!!"

With Henderson's shout, a holy light burst forth from the longsword, shooting towards Angela's body. But facing this holy attack, Angela merely waved her fan, and then a burst of thick black mist immediately surged forth, completely engulfing the holy light.

"The power of the God of Waste is utterly useless against me, you idiot. Even the God of Creation couldn't destroy me; you're simply wasting your energy."

At this point, Angela looked up at the sky, then revealed a smile tinged with bloodlust and anticipation.

"Although I would like to play with you a little longer, I have just discovered a more interesting game."

As she spoke, Angela out her arms and looked up at the sky.

"There are so many... so many people waiting for me to kill them. I can't afford to lose sight of the bigger picture and just play with you alone... So, goodbye. Hehehe... Hehehe... Can you protect these people? As a paladin, shouldn't you be protecting these poor wretches facing imminent death? Then let's give it a try."

"Stop!!"

Henderson charged forward angrily, but Angela had already flapped her wings, creating a terrifying gale. Then, laughing, she transformed into a streak of red light and disappeared into the dim sky.

"Damn bastard!!"

Watching Angela leave, Henderson roared in anger. He was no match for Angela in terms of speed, and when Angela was determined to shake him off, Henderson had no chance at all.

"Your Excellency, Grand Knight Commander!"

Just then, several paladins arrived at his side, looking at Henderson with unease, wondering what had just happened.

"The Federation army has completely collapsed, and the Undead Legion has entered the city. Please issue orders!!"

"... Kill them all."

"Why?"

Upon hearing this, the paladins were taken aback; they clearly didn't quite understand what Henderson meant.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive! Isn't my meaning clear enough? Not just the undead, but also those people from the Federation!!"

Why, why do you do this?

The sheer madness of this command has exceeded the imagination of any paladin.

"Don't you understand?"

Henderson turned his head, his eyes burning with a divine and mad fury.

"These undead are unlike any we've ever seen before! They don't transform after death; those killed by the undead become their kind! But these undead cannot transform corpses into their kind. If we can kill all the living before the undead army, we can stop their further growth! For the victory of our great god, these small sacrifices are necessary and unavoidable! Don't forget, if those who die at our hands, their poor souls can return to their original destiny, but if they die at the hands of the undead army, they will suffer eternal torment and pain! We have come to destroy the undead and give these poor souls a peaceful slumber. If we are killed by the undead, the great holy light will purify our bodies, but those poor souls will not have such a fate. Therefore, we must give them eternal peace before the undead! If we cannot even do this, what kind of servants of the god are we! What kind of paladins are we!! Pass down the order: kill on sight! Whether it's the Federation or the undead army, they are our enemies at this moment!!"

The bugle sounded again.

This also tolled the death knell for the people of the Federation.

The paladins who had been fighting alongside the Federation soldiers against the undead turned their swords on the Federation soldiers upon hearing the horns and began slaughtering them. The Federation soldiers, completely unprepared, couldn't even dodge and became easy prey for the paladins. Not only the soldiers, but even the civilians who had been protected by the paladins were not spared. They didn't even realize God of Death was approaching before the holy swords pierced their chests, and they fell to the ground, screaming, losing their precious lives.

"Daddy... Daddy..."

The boy cried and threw himself onto his father's corpse, shaking him desperately. Just moments before, he and his father had been protected by the paladin and escaped the Ghoul's attack. But in the blink of an eye, the once kind and gentle paladin had plunged his sword into his father's heart. Without even a cry of pain, the man fell to the ground, lifeless.

May God bless you, poor soul.

Looking at the crying boy, a hint of pity flashed in the paladin's eyes. Then, he raised his longsword and plunged it into the boy's back.

"Get out of my way, you lackeys of the Temple!!"

Just then, a man's voice suddenly rang out, followed by an immense force and impact that slammed into the paladin, sending him flying into a nearby burning house—where the paladin had just rescued a father and son who were on the verge of death.

"You're alright, kid."

A Federation soldier, carrying a sledgehammer, stood in front of the boy. His face was resolute, but his expression was unusually angry.

"Damn it, what's wrong with these Temple bastards...?"

The man's complaints were cut short when several Ghoul appeared and surrounded the two men. The fresh smell of blood irritated them, causing them to let out low growls. Then, the Ghoul transformed into streaks of light and pounced on the two.

"What... what's going on?!"

With a somber expression, the old councilor stared at the battlefield below, his fingers turning white from the force of his grip.

"Why, why did the Temple kill our soldiers?!"

"Perhaps it's because they don't want the number of undead to increase further."

The young general beside him answered in a low voice.

"Presumably, they made this decision to prevent people killed by undead creatures from turning into undead themselves."

"Haha, very good, very good, absolutely right, the right decision!!"

The old council speaker slammed his fist on the railing.

"But we don't need such a correct decision!! We'd rather die at the hands of the undead than let those bastards in the Temple act so recklessly!! Pass down the order: from this moment on, the Temple is our enemy too. Not only those undead, but everyone in the Temple must be killed!! We may not be able to defeat those undead, but surely we can defeat the Temple?!"

"But this could very well change our relationship with the Temple..."

"If we fail, the Federation will perish immediately."

The old council speaker interrupted the general without turning his head.

"Then we don't need to care about any of that damn Temple's connections. They killed our people, and they must pay for it with blood!! I will not allow the Temple to slaughter our people and warriors so wantonly!!"

The horns sounded once more, and the Federation warriors, having received their orders, were already prepared. In fact, even without orders, they already considered the paladins their enemies. Now, they not only had to rescue the people they were protecting from the Ghoul and the Book of Light, but also had to withstand the paladins' fierce attacks from their swords!

The burning battlefield grew increasingly chaotic, with the battle between humans and between humans and undead reaching a fever pitch. Everywhere was filled with the sounds of killing, shouts, fighting, death, blood, and corpses.

"Ugh!!"

A Federation soldier lay on the ground, having just been ambushed by an undead creature and lost half his arm. Even so, the soldier hadn't lost his will to fight. He gripped his longsword in his left hand, aiming at the undead slowly approaching him. But such resistance was futile against the undead. Soon, the undead pounced on him, its sharp teeth tearing open his throat, its long, slender claws piercing his body, tearing out his still-beating heart. Sensing the breath of life, the undead opened its mouth and extended its long tongue—then, a holy light flashed, and its head fell to the ground like a ball, rolling several times before coming to rest in a corner, still retaining its greedy, evil expression, but showing no further movement.

"In the sacred name!"

The paladin who had drawn his sword sighed. Just as he was about to sheathe his sword, a cold blade pierced through the back of his head and emerged from his still-open mouth. The paladin's heavy, broad body swayed, then collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"Pah, what a load of crap!"

The thief sheathed his dagger, spat fiercely at the paladin's corpse on the ground, and then turned around, intending to use his stealth skills to leave once more. But the moment he turned back, the expression on his face immediately froze. For right in front of him, four or five Ghouls were staring greedily at the fresh flesh.

Then, the killing resumed.

"Lord Henderson, the enemy's offensive is too fierce! We can't hold them off any longer!! More than half of our paladins have already perished. What should we do next?!"

"What to do?"

Standing in the burning city, Henderson didn't glance back at the paladins. His gaze was fixed intently on the makeshift altar before him, where eight bishops were circling it, offering devout prayers. Dozens of paladins stood guard around them, protecting these important figures. A sacred barrier blocked all evil from flowing towards them. Immense divine power was condensing, brewing, and transforming into something new during the bishops' prayers.

"Keep resisting! For our great god, fight to the last drop of your blood!!"

At this moment, standing atop the tower in the center of the city, watching the frenzied and chaotic slaughter below, Angela closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and revealed a blissful smile.

"This is it! This is what I want to see! Kill! Kill to your heart's content! You will all die eventually, and I will be the final victor. This is true war! Only the survivors are victorious!"

Then, Angela opened her eyes and looked towards a corner of the city. Surrounded by raging fire and thick smoke, only that place still radiated a sacred glow.

"Isn't it about time?"

Gazing at the faint light, Angela muttered to herself, a cold, wicked smile spreading across her face.

"Then, I should begin my preparations."

As she spoke, Angela put her finger in her mouth, and then a melodious whistle echoed throughout the city.

Just then, the power on the sacred altar reached its peak, erupting with a pure white pillar of light. The dense dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and the azure sky and sunlight returned to the world! At the same time, a sacred and powerful aura emanated from the center of the altar, and an enormous door slowly appeared in the sky. That exquisitely crafted and heavy door was now slowly opening, radiating an even purer and whiter power from within.

"Now!!"

As she watched the door slowly open, Angela raised her right hand.

"Raise the flag of human heads to welcome our master!!"

The dark clouds roared.

From within the thick clouds, a colossal floating city slowly emerged, shrouded in a magical barrier, floating in the sky like an indestructible fortress. Intense magical light clashed with Holy Light in an unconventional battle, shaking the earth and tearing the sky apart.

"Great God of Justice!! Please destroy evil and bring eternal light to our side!!"

Henderson cheered loudly and knelt down.

"Master! Let these idiots understand that this is our home turf!!"

Angela laughed loudly and shouted.

The sacred aura suddenly transformed into pure white light, obliterating everything that stood in its way. Corpses, blood—everything vanished in the holy light. The pure white mist formed a magnificent and dazzling passage, and at the same time, a figure appeared and disappeared within the pure white mist.

Long spears were raised, the Ghoul wielding spears piercing people's skulls. At their feet lay countless corpses, a carpet of blood. Just then, a dazzling beam of magical light shot out from the Ringwraith City, landing heavily on this welcoming ceremony of flesh and blood.