Chapter 479 - Chapter 479: Chapter 452 The Invincible "Destroyer (1/2)

Chapter 479: Chapter 452 The Invincible “Destroyer

The Valer Camp was ablaze, the Monarch powerful experts of the Dawn Church had already slaughtered all the Extraordinary Exponents of Vallere. The power they exerted together was unmatched by the numerical advantage of Vallere’s Monarch powerful experts.

Among the many enemies, only the “Steam man” of the Reforging Church saw the bad situation and escaped.

“Father!”

Felix quickly came over with slight excitement. He approached his extremely weak father Darren, his expression still very grave.

“The battle with Uncle Chris hasn’t been decided yet…”

“His opponent is strong. The Destroyer, one of the two Cardinals of the Reforging Church, might be slightly less powerful than the other, but as a top-level Monarch, he is undoubtedly difficult to deal with!”

He paused for a moment and immediately said, “Father, let’s quickly go and assist Granduncle Chris!”

Darren was still suffering from the relentless invasion of a potent poison, knowing it might require the rune power of the ‘Origin Spirit sea’ to heal himself.

He nodded reluctantly, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a thick black mist forming on his body.

“The time has come…”

Darren immediately realized that the great Lord of the Lost had made a decision. They were all going back, and it was inevitable.

“Choose to trust Chris,” Darren immediately said.

“Trust the great Lord of the Lost; he will naturally determine the course of fate!”

Felix was stunned for a moment, but couldn’t do anything to stop the black mist, only watching as the members of the Dawn Church were gradually engulfed and taken away by the thick black mist.

In the end, he saw the thick blackness gradually dispersing, and all the members of the Fischer family had vanished into thin air.

He knew all his family members had been transported back by the great Lord of the Lost, but he was unclear about Granduncle Chris’s situation and whether he had also returned.

“If the ‘Destroyer’ comes back and sees all this, how will he treat me?”

——

Just about fifteen minutes earlier.

A few kilometers away from the Valer Camp, Chris was already engaging in a duel with the “Destroyer,” a Cardinal of the Reforging Church.

In the battle, he felt not even a trace of fear, but rather coldly dealt with the mission at hand, viewing the top-level Monarch as just one among the many enemies.

Though Chris had once been defeated by the “Weird Light” technique of the Salvation Church, he was aware that not all high-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponents possessed such powerful force.

At this moment, he had already witnessed the power that the “Destroyer” possessed.

It was a magical force; he could fuse various alchemical tools and ordinary items, consuming spiritual power to amplify their intrinsic effects.

An ordinary alchemical explosive, once swallowed by the “Destroyer” and spit out again, could transform into a powerful explosive capable of destroying an entire mountaintop!

The “Destroyer” had a wide range of abilities, not limited to alchemical explosives. For instance, an ordinary gun could also be fused into his body, and then his arm could transform into a “gun” unleashing powerful attacks, turning bullets directly into cannonballs and significantly increasing the rate of fire.

Thus, he could adapt to various battlefield situations almost endlessly.

Except for the Forbidden rare artifacts, which even the “Destroyer” couldn’t assimilate and fuse.

At this very moment, the “Destroyer” had already swallowed a large number of weapons and alchemical tools.

The night sky suddenly tore open, countless gunfire and alchemical explosives like the furious hammers of the Thunder God, brought with them deafening roars and destructive light, bombarding from all around.

The flames reflected on the stern face of “Death God” Chris, but they did not shake his inner calm at all.

His eyes were like deep, rippleless cold pools, containing no turbulence, only pinpoint accurate calculations of the impending crisis.

Amid this overwhelming death torrent, the form of the “Death God” seemed to blend into the air. Each instantaneous movement and agile maneuver of “Night Shift” perfectly avoided the fatal attacks.

Chris’s movements were fluid and precise, like a dancer performing on the edge of a blade, each dodge exhibiting his supreme control over the limits of his body.