Step by step, Lynn arrived at the Holy Hall.
Inside the grand hall of the Holy Hall, the Pope and the Archbishops were all pale and slumped on the ground, not even noticing Lynn's arrival.
The impact of what had just happened was unimaginable to them.
Their god's projection was mercilessly crushed to death right before their eyes...
This caused their long-established worldview to collapse.
Lynn ignored them.
His primary purpose for coming here this time was to obtain the Order Core of this projection.
This was an essential material needed for the King of Secret Source to complete his transformation.
And the other materials...
In an instant.
Under the trembling gaze of the Pope and the others.
Lynn slammed his fist onto the ground.
Boom——
The entire earth shook.
The ground of the Holy Hall cracked open in that instant, revealing a deep and vast underground space.
The Pope's face turned ashen, his mind ringing loudly.
"No... no!!"
He understood what this demon wanted to do!
Beneath the Holy Hall was the burial site of the Order Church's popes throughout the ages and supreme warriors.
It was their mausoleum.
For countless years, many of the Church's demigods had been buried beneath the Holy Hall.
This... was a desecration!
Lynn's eyes flashed, and he suddenly extended his hand, exerting his formidable power.
At the bottom of the crack, faint lights began to emanate.
One could vaguely see.
One by one, spheres glowing with Order's radiance slowly rose, breaking through the earth.
Those were demigods!
The demigod of the Order realm!
The cores left behind by the Order Church's generations of demigods who had passed away.
His goal was them.
The Pope and the Archbishops trembled all over, their faces ashen, their teeth clenched tightly, but they dared not even think of stopping him.
Even the god's avatar was killed, what power did they have!
A demon had invaded their Church's highest Holy Hall.
And right in front of everyone, he dug up their graves, which was a direct slap in the face to all of them.
But even so, they still dared not utter a single word.
Click——
Lynn stretched out his hand and collected all the demigod fragments.
He smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming.
With these demigods and the Order Core he had just obtained, he should be able to help the Source King transform his essence.
Swish——
He suddenly spread his enormous demon wings.
Turning to look at the Pope and the Archbishops slumped to the ground, Lynn's lips curled up, and he said:
"Thank you for your gift."
And in that instant, Lynn leaped into the air, his demon wings spread wide, and his figure disappeared into the night sky.
The entire city was silent.
The Pope and the others sat slumped there for a long time before they were tremblingly helped up.
"Your Holiness... what... what should we do next?"
The Archbishop beside him looked at the damaged Holy Hall, his face pale and bitter.
The Pope took a deep breath and said, "Apart from the Holy Hall, what about the damage to other places?"
The Archbishop shook his head, bitter, "It's still somewhat okay, the Holy Hall is gone, but other churches are mostly intact. That demon seemed to be specifically targeting our god. He didn't even bother to harm us these ants."
The Pope sighed in relief, his gaze falling on the Church buildings storing supplies outside the Holy Hall, and said:
"Thankfully, as long as the money is safe, there's no big problem..."
The Archbishop hesitated, "Your Holiness, I find it a bit suspicious. If it were a normal situation, the emergence of a powerful demon lord would surely be accompanied by endless demons..."
"Why did only he appear this time?"
The Pope frowned, "It is indeed strange. I've been thinking about these things too..."
The Archbishop took a deep breath, feeling fortunate, "But this is a blessing in disguise. The demon lord didn't bother to harm us, but if it were other demons, that's hard to say."
The other Archbishops sighed, "Yes, indeed..."
"...
"...
A brief silence.
The Archbishop hesitated, "Do you think there's a possibility that those demons didn't come yet, but are on their way?"
Upon hearing this,
The entire place fell silent.
The surrounding Archbishops all trembled and laughed, "That shouldn't be possible. Otherwise, we'd really be done for!"
But just as they were about to finish speaking.
Crack——
Crack——
Space above their heads instantly cracked open, one after another.
A surge of demonic energy from the abyss poured out!
The Pope: "What the (ΩДΩ)!!!"
The Archbishops: "What the (ΩДΩ)!!!"
...
Meanwhile.
In Lakeside Town.
The King of Secret Source, tied up there, holding a light bulb, gazed despairingly at the sky. Suddenly, he felt a spatial fluctuation.
And in the next moment, with a slight distortion of space, Lynn's figure appeared before him.
The King of Secret Source exclaimed, "Huh?!!"
Lynn smiled faintly.
One by one, the demigods jumped between his fingers like a juggling act.
"I told you it wouldn't take too long. Exactly ten minutes. I've brought all the Order Cores and demigod fragments needed for your transformation."
Click——
He snapped his fingers.
The light bulb in the King of Secret Source's mouth instantly turned into sweet spring water.
The King of Secret Source swallowed, astonished as he gazed at the half-divine essence dancing in Lynn's hands, and said:
"You didn't really flatten the Order Church, did you?"
Lynn sat cross-legged, denying, "No."
The King of Secret Source sighed in relief.
Lynn said, "I just dug up their graves and casually killed a projection of the Order God."
The King of Secret Source: "!!!"
He looked at Lynn in shock, examining him up and down, as if trying to see through him.
Killed a projection of the Order God? What kind of joke is that!
In just a thousand years, has Lynn become this strong!
But he soon realized and fell into silence.
After a long while.
He sighed, "Lynn, there really was no need. I'm just an old dying man. You really didn't have to take such a big risk for me. Being noticed by a god this early is definitely not a good thing."
He slowly stood up, looking lonely as he raised his head to gaze at the sky.
The starry sky.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, saying:
"Even if I were to be reborn, what would it matter? My fighting spirit was already worn out a thousand years ago. What remains here is just an old soul. I no longer have..."
Smack——
Lynn spun 360 degrees and kicked out with a spinning sweep.
Before the King of Secret Source could react, his body spun in the air for over ten times and then slammed straight into the ground.
Face first.
He struggled to raise a finger and said, "Lynn, I'm telling you, if you kick my face again, I'll fight you to the death!"
Lynn cracked his knuckles, coldly looking down,
"Source King, you're truly a coward."
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