Chapter 41: Heaven's Judgment!

Chapter 41: Heaven's Judgment!

Several minutes passed before the brief ringing in their ears gradually subsided, and the two witches snapped back to reality amidst a familiar shout.

"Hold your breath... filter the oxygen with magic!"

Jonny suddenly regained her composure, turned to look, and saw Lynn standing before a blazing inferno, gazing ahead as the scorching waves made her robes rustle.

The two witches were unfamiliar with the concept of oxygen, but they understood the need to hold their breath.

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Jonny was amazed and couldn't find the right words, while Dove huddled against a collapsed wall, too terrified by the scattered limbs and gore on the ground to stand.

Lynn didn't pay much attention to the two witches' states, her expression solemn as she stared at the once bustling harbor, now reduced to ruins.

In theory, no one should have survived such an explosion, yet the opposite was true. A figure stood in the center of the raging inferno!

Calling it a figure might be inaccurate because at this moment, Archbishop Anluke no longer resembled a human. His once magnificent golden robes had been torn to shreds, and his entire body was engulfed in a white phosphorus fire that burned at over a thousand degrees.

From any angle, Anluke should be dead. In fact, he should have died days ago in the great battle outside the town of Uhl. But his humble prayers had invoked a shred of divine mercy...

A thread of divine power forcibly preserved his life. When he sensed danger, Anluke had willingly harnessed this divine energy and used a fourth-level divine spell, the "Divine Sanctum," to resist the devastating explosion.

However, the power of a fourth-level divine spell was limited and couldn't block the subsequent shockwaves. His flesh and organs were continuously roasted at temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees, and his life was now in its final countdown.

At this moment, Anluke felt no pain in his mind. Only pure faith remained.

Death and suffering were merely the tests and tribulations one must endure to reach paradise! Anluke did not fear death, but if he could send the witch before him to hell, he was certain that the Lord would reward him even more in heaven...

"Praise - Heaven's Judgment!" Anluke's vocal cords had long been destroyed, but as his trembling lips moved, a glimmer of light appeared on his burning fingertips.

It was the purest light of death, rapidly expanding... The flames retreated, rocks shattered, and everything in its path dissolved under the power of this light.

At the same time, Jonny, holding Dove, shouted with frustration.

"Magic Missiles!"

Several Magic Orbs appeared around the girl and rapidly revolved, launching towards the Archbishop.

Under normal circumstances, Anluke would not have considered such feeble magic. But in the current situation, the incoming "Magic Missiles" became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The delicate balance was immediately disrupted. The colossal hand of flames slowly penetrated the dazzling divine light, crushing the Archbishop, who wore an expression of bitter unwillingness.

It wasn't until the moment of death that Anluke suddenly realized that the two witches he had underestimated all along were not as useless as he had imagined.

Watching Anluke's body crumble in the grasp of the "Flame Daemon's Hand," Lynn couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he remained vigilant and looked around, deeply concerned that his actions might provoke the wrath of the divine...

Fortunately, his concerns didn't come true as the horrifying aura in the air gradually dissipated.

It was finally over...

Lynn's body swayed, almost collapsing to the ground. An entire night of continuous battle had depleted his magical energy and physical strength, leaving him mentally exhausted.

"Overload mode deactivated, energy remaining 2.1%."

The alert tone of the Mindcore resonated in his mind. Lynn pushed his body to remain upright and turned his attention to Dove, who lay unconscious in Jonny's arms.

"How is Dove?"

"I don't know. Her condition is critical; she needs immediate treatment," Jonny replied with great concern.

Lynn glanced at the surging sea before him. If Loude received the signal he had transmitted and followed the plan, the ship should have arrived by now...

But why was there no sign of the ship?

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