Chapter 501 - Chapter 501: Chapter 469: Fates Revenge! (1/2)
Chapter 501: Chapter 469: Fate’s Revenge!
The sudden apparition shocked everyone present!
A brilliant fissure suddenly tore open the sky.
From this crack burst a dazzling golden ray of Divine Power, different from any flame or magic on the battlefield, but a warm and solemn force, full of redemption and hope.
Like the dawn’s first light piercing through the war’s gloom, the ray instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, bringing all killing and strife to a halt at that moment.
“It’s Divine Power!”
“The Lord of Salvation’s Divine Power, no less!”
Several Monarch powerful experts among the Rhea People were so astonished they were at a loss for words; subsequently, they cried out loudly for help, hoping the Lord of Salvation’s power could directly destroy their enemies.
“Oh great Lord of Salvation, save us!”
“Please vanquish our enemies!”
Karl instantly realized what it was.
“The power of the Lord of Salvation?”
The golden light quickly coalesced, forming a flowing shield of light that gently enfolded both the “White Flower” Lian and “Weird Light” Albert.
This shield of light effortlessly warded off lethal attacks from all directions and seemed to possess a healing power, as the wounds on the Salvation Church’s two individuals visibly closed, with their fatigue and pain vanishing in an instant.
Before the stunned eyes of the onlookers, the golden shield slowly rose, lifting the Salvation Church’s “White Flower” and “Weird Light” gradually into the air, as if a divine hand was gently raising them, away from this land of strife.
“Those two were saved by the Lord of Salvation’s power. The strength we just saw is powerful… but not as powerful as we imagined.”
Karl fell into deep thought; if he could have been sacrificed just then, drawing enough life force, even the Lord of Salvation’s power would have been intercepted and destroyed by him.
He could keenly feel the power of the Lord of Salvation, so mighty it was incomparable to anything he had ever encountered before, yet that pure strength still didn’t bear any weight of oppression.
Very strong, but also… that’s all?
Far weaker than expected…
Even though he couldn’t quite articulate why, Karl somehow had this thought, lamenting that his own power wasn’t able to destroy it in time.
Moreover, with just the godly envoy that is Byrne… his power, equivalent to the Heavenly Enlightenment Level, was still not enough to contend with a true God.
The gap between them was still clearly evident.
The “Blood Flames King” of the Rhea People, Flamme Meyer, looked up at the departing golden glow, with not a hint of despair or wavering in his heart.
“It seems the Meyer family’s end might be approaching…”
Although he had not died, and even if he did die, many members of the Meyer family would still remain, Flamme Meyer astutely realized what the future held.
The power possessed by the Fischer family was too inconceivable.
If he could survive and return, there might still be a chance to fight back, but once he died, the rest of the Meyer family would definitely be unable to obstruct the Fischers’ relentless advance.
He never feared death.
In the vast tapestry of history, the Meyer family had always written their legend with steadfast courage and fearless spirit, never kindling a flicker of retreat in their hearts, even when faced with overwhelming enemies.
“The spirit of the Meyer family will live on forever…”
In his eyes, there was no shadow of death, just a firmness from the depths of his heart, an unyielding guardianship of his beliefs.
Even facing a battle with overwhelming odds, Flamme never doubted his mission, well-aware that true courage and glory lay not in the strength of power, but in the resolve to remain true to oneself in the face of adversity and to march onward.
Fearless, because he believed that courage was the armor of the soul, capable of warding off any fear.
“I will not concede defeat, I will fight to the very last moment!”
In Flamme’s lexicon, the true knight’s spirit meant standing tall against adversity, seeking hope in despair, and moving relentlessly forward even if the path ahead was strewn with thorns.
Byrne’s spectral image slowly contemplated Flamme Meyer.
He knew who that was.
Even though he had never seen that man before, over decades, Byrne had come to know everything about Flamme Meyer through various means.
The man’s appearance was so vivid that not even death could make him forget.
A gentle breeze passed, quietly lifting the veil on long-sealed memories.
In that moment, Byrne’s heart was torn by an indescribable emotion—it was the once-glorious Meyer family that had ended his father’s life with their own hands.
This realization felt like sudden frost in the midst of a cold wind, instantly solidifying his heart, but his rage was not a tempestuous outpouring, rather like a dark current beneath the deep sea, calm yet harboring the power of destruction.