Chapter 291: Chapter 268: Slaying the Enemy with Holy Light, Keeping a ’Human Witness’?

The six-armed chaos phantom behind her let out a silent wail. The vortexes at the ends of its six arms—whether they were giant claws dripping with pus, a conglomerate of writhing eyeballs, or an abyssal maw filled with spiraling fangs—violently twisted, faded, and disintegrated under the brilliant Holy Light, like wax figures tossed into a hellish furnace!

And how could Royce let such a perfect opportunity slip by?

"Blasphemous thing! Your end has come!"

The Sun Knight, who had been confronting Carina head-on, let out a thunderous roar. The Splendid Saint Sword in his hand, forged from the purest sunlight, hummed and trembled. The molten-gold radiance flowing along its blade suddenly collapsed inward and condensed, as if he were gripping the core of a white dwarf star on the verge of exploding!

His Light Wings flared wide!

The pair of Crown Charge wings on his back, forged from pure, compressed radiance, erupted violently. They unleashed a furious shockwave that threatened to incinerate all creation and a blinding explosion of light. The "abstract lines" beneath his feet shattered and disintegrated inch by inch, their foul colors evaporating into nothing. He became a blazing white comet tearing through the chaotic void, charging at Carina once more with a speed and power that dwarfed his previous efforts!

Alarm bells screamed in Carina’s mind!

Finian’s Spear of Judgment pinned her in place, preventing her from properly channeling her Energy. Now, with Royce’s fatal charge upon her—an all-out attack wielding the combined might of two Advanced Level experts—failure to react meant instant defeat and death!

She endured the excruciating pain of her soul being seared by the Holy Light and furiously poured her remaining Power into the chaos phantom behind her, which was on the brink of collapse!

HUMMM—!!!

At the ends of the phantom’s three remaining arms, a ball of profane fire—as viscous as pitch and mottled with chaotic flecks of light—barely managed to coalesce, rising to meet the brilliantly burning holy sword!

Yet, in that decisive instant, Carina’s venomous gaze shifted from her immediate opponent. It pierced through the roiling torrent of Energy, flew past the Silver Radiance of the Runes surrounding Claudio, and locked onto the figure the Elf Mage was protecting—Jon, who watched the battlefield as if he were a mere spectator.

"Jon Apollonia! I will remember you!"

Her shriek, filled with bone-deep hatred, was like a poisoned icicle. It pierced through the chaotic Law of space and stabbed viciously into Jon’s consciousness.

This blatant threat instantly ignited Royce’s already seething killing intent.

’How dare she threaten Po Ao’s Favored One right in front of me? Does she think I, a Sun Knight, am just for show?’

"Insolent wretch! Die!!!"

With a furious roar, the Splendid Saint Sword in his hand—now condensed to its absolute limit—erupted in a light so extreme it would blind mortal eyes!

[Saint Skill: Splendid Liberation]!

BOOM—!!!

The holy sword broke through!

The viscous, profane fire was like a speck of dust thrown into the core of a supernova. It could not resist for even an instant before the indescribably pure torrent of platinum flame silently annihilated and vaporized it.

Without a hint of hesitation, Royce’s blade, driven by an imperious will to purify all evil, brutally smashed through the last remnants of the filthy tide before Carina!

The blade flashed like lightning as it swept across!

SLIIIIICE—!!!

A sharp sound that made the scalp tingle.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

Royce’s figure now stood dozens of feet behind Carina, frozen in the powerful stance of a completed swing. The light of his holy sword pulsed, resembling a miniature star.

Meanwhile, on Carina’s desecrated body, a gash suddenly appeared across her slender waist. It was as smooth as a mirror, its edges dancing with incandescent flames.

An intense burst of Holy Light then erupted from within her!

The mirror-smooth gash suddenly shot forth a torrent of platinum light that pierced the chaos, as if a miniature, exploding Sun was imprisoned within her slender waist.

The tatters of Carina’s deep purple skirt instantly disintegrated into ash. Her exposed, pale skin SIZZLED under the Saint Flame. Her beautiful, makeup-smeared face first showed a trace of confusion, before a glimmer of astonishment—belonging to the body’s original owner—lit up deep within her pupils.

Her sole remaining arm trembled as it reached for her waist. Before her fingertips could even touch the glowing wound, they began to convulse.

"Lord Governor... I... why..."

Hoarse, broken syllables escaped her cracked lips, mingled with the scorched stench of melting organs.

It was the final instinct of the body’s original owner—a last flicker of consciousness before her soul was annihilated.

Finian’s molten gold pupils constricted slightly.

"The enemy escaped!"

’I don’t know how it managed that, but this is no time to hesitate!’

The old man—Finian—clenched his five withered fingers in the air. In an instant, several chains of tangible Holy Light pierced Carina’s shoulder blades and joints, forcibly holding the collapsing body together.

Fine golden threads extended from the ends of the chains, burrowing into her waist like surgical sutures. The searing light forcibly welded the wound shut. Filthy black blood evaporated into sulfurous smoke, while her own red, human blood miraculously began to flow.

This was what a Sun Priest specializing in healing could achieve after reaching the Advanced Level.

They could save not only the dying, but even those who had been dead for some time.

Immobilized, Carina went limp like a puppet with its strings cut. Her mangled form floated in mid-air, suspended by the chains of Holy Light.

As its controller’s will withdrew, the six-armed phantom behind her let out a groan like the sound of a collapsing foundation.

Its mountainous arms crumbled inch by inch. Its pus-dripping claws dissolved into a foul rain, and its abyssal maw of spiraling fangs collapsed into a black hole with a silent scream, voraciously devouring the dissipating hues of chaos around it.

The entire Painted World trembled violently in response, and the silver-white lines of Law constructed by Claudio groaned like a bowstring stretched to its breaking point.

"Hold it steady!"

Finian barked, the halo of light behind his head spinning even faster.

The Elf Mage was silent, but the Silver Radiance at his fingertips flared once more. Thousands of Rune Matrixes pressed down upon the trembling structure of the space.

Countless silver-white roots pierced deeper into the cracks of the abstract lines, forcibly anchoring the space that was on the verge of collapsing.

Royce still held his Splendid Saint Sword high. Residual streams of platinum flame dripped from its tip, burning honeycomb-like holes into the drifting motes of filth. He gazed coldly at Carina’s ruined body. "The defiler has fled. As for this husk..."

"Her soul hasn’t been completely annihilated yet."

Finian interrupted. The chains tightened slightly, and Carina’s chest rose and fell.

"She is still an important witness."

But Jon’s gaze pierced through the Saint Flame and Silver Radiance, staring fixedly at the core of the collapsing phantom.

But it wasn’t a void. A speck of viscous, deep-purple-almost-black matter was rapidly contracting. It radiated a malice even purer than before, greedily absorbing the dissipating Chaos Energy as it tried to coalesce into a new anchor!

He immediately shouted a warning.

"Teacher! There are remnants!"

The cadence of Claudio’s Elf Language Spell shifted abruptly. A ray of silver light broke away from the Rune Matrix, shooting like an arrow toward the deep purple speck.

But it was too late!

The deep purple substance abruptly collapsed to the size of a pinprick, tearing open a hairline spatial fissure and vanishing in an instant.

Only a final, cold will reverberated through the Painted World—not a sound, but an impression branded directly onto the depths of their consciousness.

Delicious... so very delicious... Outlander... I am beyond this world... waiting for you...

As this will descended, the entire Painted World was suddenly plunged into weightlessness.

Claudio grunted, a trickle of silver fluid spilling from the corner of his mouth. The Rune Matrix surrounding him flickered erratically, as if under immense pressure.

Seeing this, Finian had no time to ponder what "delicious" meant or who the "Outlander" was. The Flare Shield on his back suddenly expanded, enveloping Carina’s floating, ruined body along with everyone else.

"Go!"

The Golden Red Flame Ring slammed into the melting Spatial Barrier, while Royce’s holy sword became a blazing white edge, slashing violently toward the coordinates of the real world!

The death cry of the Painted World reached its apex before, in a silent annihilation of light, it returned to absolute nothingness.

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