Chapter 201: Death of the Old Days! Swinging a Blade at the God of Evil!

Those hideous Sage-stage monsters had bodies many times larger than ordinary evil beings—rumbles sounded as they moved!

Their physiques were ugly and evil, enough to keep one up at night.

They were like the aggregates of sea monsters or frogmen and fishmen that were magnified countless times. There were gray or dark-green scales on the surface of their bodies. They also had heads that were hideous like monster fish and sharp fins on their backs.

Green sticky liquid dripped from their body surfaces, a filthy, profane aura radiating from all around them.

Like massive beasts that barged around, they directly crushed the buildings that obstructed their way forward.

And at the very end of these Sage-stage monsters was an existence whose figure was especially large.

The aura ‘He’ radiated was even grander and more sinister than that of the Sage-stage monsters!

‘He’ was above Sage-stage! ‘He’ was an existence that could be addressed as ‘god’s attendant’ or ‘angel!’

Once ‘He’ appeared, just the overspreading suppression caused the defensive formation—which was enough to resist Sage-stage powerhouses—to tremble for ‘Him.’

The radiance on the defensive light curtains swiftly dulled!

The evil beings outside the formation let out strange, broken syllables in unison as if it were a different song of praise used to welcome these frightening monsters.

The warriors and civilians that saw these monsters all fell into a massive shock-induced trance, and they instantly lost their heads!

Everyone’s faces were deathly pale, their minds buzzing. A chill rose from the bottom of their hearts, seeping into their bones as if they were soaking in extremely icy-cold water or had fallen into an ice cave.

Before this group of monsters, they couldn’t grow the slightest ray of hope—they were like insignificant nobodies.

Everybody suddenly realized that their nightmare had arrived at this moment!

The great sage and the high priest wore grim looks, whereas Lanzhi Sage—who was sealed in the pillar of light—had revealed a sinister smile.

“This isn’t all yet! We’ve lost the blessings of our god, but they… They have not!” Lanzhi Sage narrated like a madman. The features on his ugly face had crumpled together, unknown whether it was out of agitation or pain.

His words had just fallen when the ground began shaking. It was as though the entire Holy City was shaking in fear of a certain existence.

An aura even more majestic and even eviler than that of all evil beings had arrived!

The sky seemed to lower instantly. The stars presently above the sky became extremely bright like they were being drawn in by a certain force, coming closer to this world.

The high priest looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky. His eyes were unseeing as he murmured like he was sleep-talking. “When the stars reach the correct position, the terror in the deep sea will awaken from slumber…”

This was a true great terror! The evil beings’ god walked out from the ancient murals and faraway myths, and the universe trembled because of it!

Ordinary civilians and warriors were completely unable to get a glimpse of ‘His’ full appearance. They could only catch some messy cirri, green, gelatinous skin, or those long and narrow wings.

Just ‘His’ aura was enough to make the masses feel immense fear and madness. It was as if a big hand was prodding their minds.

Their internal organs were being twisted, releasing waves of pain as if a certain indescribable aberration was taking place…

Just a glimpse of a corner of that evil existence, and everyone seemed to be on the verge of being dragged into infinite insanity!

One mustn’t look at a god directly!

The real nightmare had arrived; the future without a hint of hope had come.

The moment ‘He’ arrived, the defensive formation was like delicate tissue paper or a child’s toy—utterly fragile. So much so that just the aura ‘He’ radiated could cause the formation to collapse.

Cracks spread like a spiderweb on those thick and heavy stone pillars, and the originally radiant light screens completely dulled.

The warriors trembled together with the civilians; nobody could be spared from this mighty force.

Aisha held onto the corner of Link’s clothes, fear written all over her face. “Ling… Is this doomsday?”

Link’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Perhaps, and I’m not called Ling. I’m Link.”

Presently, the shackles within his body had been completely broken. He had regained all his memories and abilities.

“Know how laughable you people are now? I am the correct…” Inside the pillar of light, Lanzhi Sage spoke in a low voice.

The great sage and the high priest were also shrouded by a great suppression presently. They were almost suffocating. Even their auras gradually became foul, being polluted and corroded.

But despair didn’t appear on the great sage’s face. Instead, he was extremely at peace; he even wore a smile of relief.

He didn’t look toward Lanzhi Sage—who was inside the light pillar—but directed his gaze at Link. “Perhaps we walk like nobodies and live like dust, but we must still have the courage to lift our heads and look up at the stars.”

Link’s gaze froze slightly upon hearing that. “You should’ve known long ago that the destruction was unavoidable, right?”

The great sage did not speak; he only nodded lightly.

The next moment, a massive shadow shrouded the Holy City, Atlan.

This was the god’s palm, propagating inexorable destruction and finality.

Before the shadow landed, large numbers of warriors and civilians exploded on the spot, turning into a pool of mush.

Link was also enduring immense pressure presently. His body almost disintegrated, but his eyes were extremely bright like two stars.

Facing the god directly? It was no longer his first time in any case.

An extremely vast and profound aura radiated from Link.

The skill of the title—[Witness of the Myth]—was launched!

[Facing the Myth] provided large amounts of immunity to Link, bringing him some hints of relief. He was unlikely to collapse under the suppression.

On the other hand, [God’s Aura] allowed Link to radiate an aura that wasn’t inferior to a god’s.

All of a sudden, spiderwebs seemed to spread behind Link.

Massive strands of spider silk interlaced, looking like pillars that connected heaven and earth. A mass of an indescribable noble figure rested in the spiderwebs’ depths.

A frightening aura arrived, and the universe shook because of it.

Two different suppressions counterbalanced each other, allowing the people on the ground to have a moment’s breather.

Everybody, including the great sage, currently looked at Link with faces full of shock.

This was inconceivable to them. Why would this youth’s body radiate a godly aura?

But this wasn’t all.

Link brought out the [Mask of the Faceless] and placed it on his face. A distorted, nameless shadow then emerged behind Link. Although it was merely for a split second, one was completely unable to forget it.

He seemed to be chaos itself!

With a grip of his palm, that standard longsword instantly broke. Replacing it was a longsword that emitted a king’s authority.

As the [King’s Sword]’s blade lifted, profound death energy gathered with Link as the center.

Presently, his bearing changed again; he was like a god walking in the Styx!

A massive figure appeared behind Link. It was an existence draped in black robes with a silver scythe in hand. His appearance caused even the air to tremble.

Inexhaustible aura of death spread as if ‘He’ was Death itself!

One that could kill a god must be another god…

Link had been blessed by the strength of three gods, allowing his body that wasn’t big or tall to appear magnificent like mountains.

One couldn’t look at him directly.

Even the shadow that fell from midair stagnated because of it.