Chapter 458: Domain of the Divinity (1/2)
GDK 458: Domain of the Divinity
Han Shuo and Stratholme the old monster glanced at each other. They then realized that the Saintess, the one Tiana had mentioned, was standing before them.
This expert who possessed the strength of a god. As soon as she arrived, Han Shuo and Stratholme seemed to be enveloped by a sludgy marsh-like energy. Simply wiggling their fingers was proving to be a challenge!
Domain of the Divinity!
A look of overwhelming shock appeared in both Han Shuo and Stratholme’s eyes. The kind of energy that caused the desire to kneel and worship in their hearts, and difficulty to even budge from head to toe, was such power that only a true god could possess as legend has it, an energy which incapacitated mere mortals from coming close to facing them!
“Saintess!” The two demigod existences of the Church of Light kowtowed simultaneously, wearing a respectful expression from their hearts’ deepest pits.
“Your Holiness!” Even Tiana performed a solemn etiquette in a grave expression.
However, Han Shuo and Stratholme were unable to clearly see the appearance of the being who had just arrived. But that omnipresent holy aura was nevertheless breathtaking. There seemed to be a beautiful song extolling the God of Light mixed with the holy aura as it reverberated in the depths of their souls.
This voice carried an occult power, which could appeal to one’s prejudices and emotions as it sang the praises. Han Shuo gradually lost the strength in his hands and feet, as though he was willing to throw himself into the embrace of the God of Light, and from then on, to forever serve Him with utmost dignity.
Not good! Han Shuo’s heart quivered and he came to his senses.
By now, Han Shuo was completely certain that the holy power he had previously sensed from the Sacred Mountain originated from this Saintess of the Church of Light. It was only due to the great distance and the wide dispersal of holy power of the Saintess to cover the whole of Sandro City that Han Shuo did not feel much discomfort the last time.
Perhaps the holy aura was naturally released and was not aimed at Han Shuo and Stratholme, but because this mighty godlike existence was in such proximity to them, they found it particularly difficult to resist and gradually desired to surrender their hearts and souls.
All these years of practicing the demonic arts had tempered his willpower, and granted Han Shuo a stubborn tenacity unlike any other’s. He submerged his consciousness at the site of the Demonslayer Edge, which was still hibernating in his body. He constantly stimulated his consciousness using the inexhaustible ruthless desire to destroy that the Demonslayer Edge emitted, therefore his consciousness had been unswervingly sober and calm all the while, and did not sink into the Domain of the Divinity.
“Scour!” Stratholme the old monster unsheathed his longsword. The formless fighting aura reverberated within the sword hilt and produced a peculiar sound, which he used for resisting the corrosive influence of this divine energy.
Stratholme wore a grave expression never seen before. His brows were locked tightly together, and his breathing became irregular. He had exerted every last bit of his strength to resist!
Buzz Buzz…
The resounding buzz that came from the six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race, seemed all of a sudden to have enveloped the whole Sacred Mountain. An ice-cold, desolating aura that carried not a trace of humanity, like indestructible ice blades, filled every space in the region.
The noise had been, at first, exceedingly unpleasant to the ear, but at once became incomparably pleasant to Han Shuo and Stratholme. Thanks to the sudden emergence of this buzzing, the tempting divine power discharged by the Saintess, as though it had been shattered into pieces with a sharp sword, obliterated completely!
“What a terrifying energy!” Stratholme the old monster cried out in surprise with lingering fear in his heart after letting out a sigh of relief.
A gentle, sweet voice instructed from outside the cave mouth separated by the thick layer of ice. “Intercept the attackers first. As for these two, we shall deal with them after the Soul Race leaves!”
“Yes, Saintess!” the three demigod existences including Tiana responded simultaneously.
Whoosh! The green skinned, python tailed, six-horned tribal king of the Soul Race was the first to arrive in front of the cave mouth. Immediately, the four pentahorned experts showed up and stood behind their king.
Without any unnecessary exchanges, the five of the Soul Race made a prompt move to attack the few people blocking the cave upon descending to this region.