Chapter 1 The Leading Warship

On the leading warship, a young man with a sword and bow ran to the bow. He had golden hair, a masculine and handsome face, and eyes as blue as a cloudless sky. On his head, he wore a crown woven with osmanthus flowers.

The youth with the laurel crown stared resolutely at the bronze-colored wall.

He took down his longbow, nocked a golden arrow, and slowly drew the bow. The muscles in his right arm swelled, as hard as granite.

The tip of the arrow gathered golden light, growing brighter and brighter.

"Whoosh!"

The golden light shot out, hitting the bronze barrier.

There was no explosion as imagined, nor any exaggerated air waves. The bronze barrier melted in a sudden burst of golden light.

The arrow continued its trajectory, piercing Mounia's chest.

The goddess clutched her bleeding chest, staggering backward.

The golden-haired youth lowered his longbow, drew his straight sword, and shouted:

"I am the Left Priest of the God of Light, sent by the High Priest to conquer Paphos Island!"

With that, he leaped high, performing a jumping slash towards the goddess Mounia, a hundred meters away. The simple sword erupted with dazzling golden light.

Goddess Mounia raised her shield to meet the jumping slash.

The clash of sword and shield was like a terrible explosion, shaking the surrounding buildings of the castle and causing cracks to appear in the walls.

The two engaged in a fierce close-quarters battle.

"Rumble..."

In the deafening sound of water, a giant wave hundreds of meters high rose from behind the rocky cliffs, rushing towards the castle. Standing on the crest of the wave was the goddess Cynthia, with short dark blue hair, holding a steel fork, and a voluptuous figure.

She rode the giant wave, directly covering the castle, crashing down on the dozen or so warships docked outside the castle.

At this moment, the old man in the golden robe raised his golden staff and chanted loudly:

"Disaster has arrived, believe in the light, quell the sea's fury, eliminate calamity..."

The sacred and solemn chanting echoed above the castle, dispelling the fear of the God of Light's followers and making them feel peaceful, confident, and firm.

The giant wave about to crash down immediately receded, returning the way it came, as if time had reversed.

The disaster was quelled!

After the giant wave receded, melodious and ethereal zither music came from the fleet.

A beautiful and pure maiden lowered her head and played a huge harp.

Her body, clothed in a one-piece long dress, was covered with a faint golden glow, as holy as a goddess.

Noisy bird calls came from the distant forest, and flocks of sheep and wild beasts rushed out of the forest, attacking the followers of the Goddess of Beauty in the villages and towns.

The followers of the God of Light were in high spirits, brandishing their war knives and drawing their bows, slaughtering the followers of the Goddess of Beauty.

"Huh?" Zhang Yuanqing, who was overlooking the scene from the air, couldn't help but make a sound.

So far, he had seen abilities such as "Eliminating Disaster," "Power of the Sun," "Beast Control," "Healing," "Navigation," and "Mechanical Creation" from these followers of the God of Light.

Their close combat skills were also very powerful.

The abilities of the God of Light were too comprehensive; they dabbled in everything and knew a little of everything.

Such an awesome profession, and the First District didn't have it?

But now was not the time to think about the missing God of Light profession. He had heard the word "High Priest" in the golden-haired youth's words.

In other words, the final boss of Paphos Island was the High Priest of the God of Light.

He thought so for a reason.

First of all, demigod-level experts would not appear in dungeons. The God of Light's followers in front of him, especially the three elite monsters, were powerful, but not enough to crush the God-descendants of Paphos Island.

The strength of an S-class dungeon shouldn't be like this, so there must be a big boss who hadn't appeared yet.

"I can't sit on the sidelines anymore. I have to kill these three Dominator-level enemies first, and then unite the power of Paphos Island to deal with the High Priest. That way, there's still a chance to win. Once the High Priest descends, the God-descendants will surely die."

Zhang Yuanqing calculated silently in his heart.

On the towering bell tower, Cupid drew his small bow, nocked a golden arrow, and aimed at the Left Priest of the God of Light, who was fighting with the goddess Mounia.

The golden light howled, ignoring any defense, evasion, or resistance, and accurately pierced the Left Priest's chest.

Then it circled around and shot a female slave.

The female slave was being chased and killed, screaming as she fled.

Thump, thump! The golden-haired youth's heart pounded wildly, and he felt a strong, irresistible admiration for the woman. He subconsciously wanted to help her.

"My faith in the God of Light surpasses everything, including love!" He forcibly averted his gaze, no longer looking, and focused on fighting.

"The Left Priest of the God of Light's status is clearly higher than Cupid's, but he was still affected by the golden arrow, falling hopelessly in love with the female slave... I guessed right, Cupid's bow and arrow are rule-based items." Zhang Yuanqing saw clearly that the golden-haired youth had tried to defend against the golden arrow, but the arrow ignored physical defense.

This characteristic was very similar to rule-based items.

The sea siren Cynthia, holding a steel fork, descended from the sky, smashing towards the golden-haired youth.

The latter jumped back, biting his long sword amidst the flying rubble, drawing his wooden bow, and shooting at Cynthia.

Mounia stepped forward with her shield, blocking the arrow, and tumbled away in the "boom" of the explosion.

The sea siren and the knight, who were good at close combat, joined forces against the golden-haired youth, causing pointed and domed buildings to collapse one after another.

The golden-haired youth had healing support, fighting two against one, without losing ground.

At this time, a silver bell-like laugh overwhelmed the noise of the battlefield, clear and sweet, even more pleasant than the song of a lark.

The fighting believers on both sides couldn't help but look towards the sound.

They saw a beautiful goddess standing on the high bell tower, her platinum hair scattered, her features exquisitely beautiful, her temperament pure and enchanting, and her skin fair.

Her charm was fully released in her smile.

Whether they were followers of the God of Light or the Goddess of Beauty, they were lost in the goddess's charm, staring blankly.

Combat, victory, and faith became insignificant at this moment.

Sektia took the wooden bow from Cupid, drew the bow, and nocked an arrow. A shadow flashed, and a follower of the God of Light died.

She calmly drew her bow, shooting down one follower of the God of Light after another.

Even in their last moments, the men who were shot were immersed in her charm, never resisting, never waking up.

Seeing this, the golden-haired youth immediately broke away from the encirclement of the two goddesses and drew his bow towards Sektia on the bell tower.

His faith in the God of Light was unwavering, immune to all beauty.

But Cynthia and Mounia didn't give him a chance to shoot, immediately launching a fierce attack.

While the two sides were fighting fiercely, Zhang Yuanqing took out his Violet Thunder Cannon and quietly moved towards the old man holding the golden staff.

He changed his appearance, silently landing on the deck. The thick gun barrel raised, aiming at the old man, and he pulled the trigger.

"Tzz~"

Purple arcs of electricity jumped, collapsing and converging towards the muzzle. Two seconds later, a purple ball of lightning roared out.

The old man with the golden staff sensed something, immediately turned around and raised his staff to block.

"Boom!"

The Violet Thunder exploded, breaking his golden staff and arms, and carbonizing the flesh on his chest.

The violent air wave blew the old man away by more than ten meters, and he fell to the ground, charred all over, no longer moving.

Zhang Yuanqing turned and swept towards the woman playing the harp. The Violet Thunder Hammer and Violet Gold Shield flew out on their own, transforming into violet-gold liquid that covered his entire body, forming a suit of armor.

He raised his head and let out a sharp scream.

Mental Shock!

The maiden, radiating golden light, was mentally shaken. Her pupils were dull, and blue veins bulged on her forehead.

Zhang Yuanqing, like a mecha, attacked ferociously, his right fist smashing towards the maiden.

However, at the moment his fist touched her, the maiden retreated more than ten zhang as if teleporting. (One zhang is about 3.3 meters)

No, it wasn't the maiden who retreated more than ten zhang, but Zhang Yuanqing who retreated more than ten zhang. He retreated strangely back to the position where he had attacked the old man.

The maiden playing the harp then woke up and plucked the strings quickly.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a burst of piercing pain in his brain, and his spirit moved with the music, losing his ability to think calmly.

But he suppressed the music in just a moment.

As a dual-class Illusionist and Night Wanderer, any spells targeting the soul were paper tigers.

She was shocked and lost consciousness by the Mental Shock just now, so it was impossible for her to cast spells again. It should be the function of that item... Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds and rushed towards the maiden again.

Then let's see whose status is higher.

He raised his head again and let out a sharp scream, using Mental Shock to plunge the maiden into the pain of a soul being torn apart.

Then, he voided the rule of "object motion," without needing to sprint, directly appearing in front of the maiden.

Since the other party's item could make the enemy retreat more than ten meters, then let's see if the Illusion God's Heart's status was higher, or the item in the maiden's hand was stronger.

The answer was self-evident.

"Poof!"

The violet-gold right fist smashed into the maiden's head, instantly creating a scene like a watermelon exploding, with flesh, brain tissue, and bone fragments splattering everywhere.

Zhang Yuanqing could actually use the Rising Sun + Scorching Sun War God combo, which could also suppress the other party's item, but in that case, the violet-gold armor would also peel off his body.

For a treasure-hoarding Daoist, the Night Wanderer's combo was a tactic of killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight thousand casualties to himself, so he didn't want to use it unless necessary.

The sudden change caught both sides off guard.

Two powerful followers of the God of Light were killed by a strange man who suddenly appeared. The whole process took less than three minutes.

The ordinary believers were bloodthirsty and didn't feel the movement and changes on the ship, but the God-descendants all turned their attention over.

The golden-haired youth's expression changed drastically.

Mounia, Sektia, and the others were surprised, delighted, and confused. They were delighted by the deaths of the two followers of the God of Light, and confused about who the mysterious person who had suddenly appeared was, and why he was helping Paphos Island.

Could he be a reinforcement invited by Mother?

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(End of this chapter)