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Chapter 390 Holy Light Rushes Into The Night, Crazy Devil!

The pillar of light rising from the holy city, along with its immense sacred aura, caused the last sanctuary of the Lightwing Empire to almost boil over.

Countless believers shouted in awe, kneeling down in prayer.

At the same time, the demons blocked outside the seven fortresses went completely mad.

Although the previous attacks were brutal, the cannon fodder responsible for charging at the forefront were all fallen ones.

Demons were very protective of their lives and often only launched sneak attacks while blending in with the crowd of fallen ones.

If their attack failed, they would immediately retreat.

However, after the initiation ceremony of the little Saintess began, the demons started launching relentless attacks without regard for their own lives. Even the Rank Eight demon lords began personally joining the battle, disregarding the danger.

After the true demons unleashed their full power, the delicate balance between the two sides was broken.

The already crumbling seven fortresses finally fell completely.

The remaining holy practitioners within the fortresses quickly established a second line of defense, relying on the defensive facilities within the city to continue resisting the Abyss army.

However, at this moment, the high-ranking members and elite forces among the holy practitioners suddenly received orders from the holy city and were completely withdrawn.

Without the support of high-end combat power, how could the remaining holy practitioners, who were at most Rank Four, contend with the demons?

In just a few hours, the defenses within the seven fortresses were successively breached.

A fierce street battle broke out between the cathedral believers and the Abyss army.

For the surviving believers, this was a war in which they staked their lives for their faith.

For the Abyss side, it was merely a satisfying massacre.

The symbol of glory of the Lightwing Empire, the seven fortresses that were said to be the heart of the empire and would never fall, were instantly submerged in the tide of the Abyss.

The torrent composed of billions of fallen ones knocked down the gates of the seven fortresses and rushed straight towards the holy city.

The rapid and chaotic march raised billowing smoke and dust on the ground.

Along the way, human villages and cities were unable to stop them in the slightest.

The believers who were still immersed in the joy of miracles, whether praying softly or singing hymns loudly, didn't have time to react before they were torn apart and devoured by the hungry fallen ones.

Half a day after the initiation ceremony began, the first Abyss army arrived beneath the holy city.

Several archbishops led the elite forces that had been withdrawn from the seven fortresses and, relying on the city walls and defensive weapons, launched a revengeful cleansing against the vast number of fallen ones.

The city, the center of a world that had accumulated the faith of countless believers for thousands of years, was now bathed in boundless holy light.

This was the best battlefield for the holy practitioners.

Low-level fallen ones were already purified and burned to a state of disrepair by the dense holy power before they even approached the city.

The strength of the more powerful Abyss demons was also weakened by about fifty to sixty percent.

The cannons on the city walls boomed.

Within the towering crystal magic towers, holy projectiles made entirely of pure holy power exploded among the dense crowd of fallen ones.

Each shot could turn the fallen ones within a dozen meters into ashes.

Priests continuously cast powerful holy spells, reaping the lives of the fallen ones.

After a round of long-range baptism, the massive city gates of the holy city opened.

Millions of fully armed elite holy military forces rushed out of the city gates and plunged into the midst of the fallen ones, reaping them like a comb.

The judges and strong members of the holy court, who had been frustrated in the seven fortresses, directly targeted the high-level demons hidden within the fallen ones.

Hundreds of Rank Seven demons were targeted by hundreds of strong individuals who were either Rank Seven or close to Rank Seven.

Within the Lightwing Empire, the holy power cultivation of bishops was close to Rank Seven.

The Cardinal in red robes was even above Rank Seven.

And this was only within the administrative system of the Holy See.

As the tribunal of violence and the holy crusade, we have more powerful beings.

At this moment, gathered within the holy city, there are at least tens of thousands of Rank Six demons and thousands of Rank Seven demons.

The first Abyss legion to arrive did not have over ten thousand Rank Six demons, and there were only six or seven hundred Rank Seven demons.

Even the demon lord leading the Abyss legion did not dare to act rashly because it was already firmly locked onto by two Rank Eight holy experts.

If it made any reckless moves, it would definitely be struck by thunder.

In the environment of strong holy power, the strength of demons is severely weakened, while the holy practitioners have a high bonus.

With this give and take, the arrogant Abyss army was suppressed and unable to lift its head.

The holy experts bathed in the blood of the fallen and demons, feeling extremely delighted.

The accumulated gloom of many days was swept away.

However, if possible, they hoped to never have the opportunity to fight on their home ground when facing the Abyss.

Because it meant that their sacred and supreme place was facing the threat of the Abyss, and their faith was about to be desecrated by demons.

The towering city walls were covered in blood, and the sacred runes carved on the bricks and stones were stained with the dark purple of Anomaly.

On the battlefield like a meat grinder, a large number of lives were being extinguished every moment.

Under the relentless attacks of the holy practitioners, this Abyss legion quickly suffered heavy casualties.

In less than an hour, nearly half of the low-level fallen were slaughtered, and the high-level demons also suffered heavy casualties.

However, before the holy practitioners could savor the joy of victory brought by the advantage of fighting on their home ground and the numerical suppression, the second Abyss army had already arrived.

There was no communication or formation among the fallen.

Just after arriving, without the command of the higher-level demons, they already understood their mission and charged towards the holy city.

The arrival of the second Abyss force brought some pressure to the side of the holy city, but it was still within an acceptable range.

However, not long after, the Abyss armies that attacked from two other fortresses also arrived at the holy city at the same time.

The fallen who had stayed behind in the rear slowly caught up with the main force and continuously joined the battle.

The side of the holy city immediately fell into a bitter struggle.

The fallen were endless, no matter how they were killed, their numbers never decreased, but instead continued to increase.

When the fifth Abyss army joined, the side of the holy city was no longer able to launch an attack and could only retreat back into the city, relying on the terrain to defend.

The defensive magic formations on the holy city began to operate, isolating the attacks of the fallen and demons, while the holy practitioners inside launched continuous long-range attacks.

The people below were fighting fiercely, but the top combatants on both sides remained as steady as Mount Tai.

The demon lords did not make a move, and the several Rank Eight members of the church did not take the initiative to attack either.

The next morning.

In the holy city, the holy light released by the twelve cathedrals and angel statues became even more intense.

At this time, the guiding ceremony was already more than halfway completed.

Layers of colorful clouds gathered towards the holy city, then evaporated by the holy light pillars.

Gradually, centered around the holy light pillars, a massive vortex of clouds and mist covering dozens of kilometers in the surrounding area formed.

At the end of the light pillars, a faint golden gate appeared.

The golden gate was thousands of meters high and hundreds of meters wide, engraved with exquisite patterns.

There were wise men leaving the seeds of civilization, angels descending to save the mortal world, and believers being guided to ascend to heaven.

In the high sky, ethereal and melodious singing voices emanated from within the golden gate.

The divine sound and holy light further suppressed the Abyss demons and fallen, but also made them become even more frenzied.