I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Chapter 501:

At that moment, his own strength became utterly insignificant.

"Once again, the cycle continues just as before."

Bai Yan, however, was not surprised by the current situation.

Because, he had not only come here before, but he had also teamed up with Alan to defeat the Son of God, Amicio, not just once, but on more than one occasion.

This guy is able to do whatever he wants without restraint, aside from his own strength… his mother, who serves as a divine being, is also an important safeguard.

However, Bai Yan understood deep down that even without this incredibly powerful backing, the Son of God, Amicio, would still continue to live as a "clown" person, always seeking amusement.

The true jester is always fearless of life and death.

A silver-gray string, like a Milky Way, descended from the sky, rescuing the souls from the Fire that Burns Everything, peeling away those parts of the souls that were beyond saving in the relentless fire, and pulling out what remained.

Bai Yan didn’t hesitate and stopped his hand.

Alan continued to manipulate the Fire that Burns Everything angrily, wanting to make a final strike.

"Don’t go!"

But the black flames couldn’t catch up with the massive strings no matter what.

Suddenly, another silver-grey string descended.

In that moment, Aaron and Bai Yan felt as if the entire world had turned into silver-grey, with nothing else existing beyond it.

Bai Yan felt calm, knowing that nothing would really happen.

Inside Alan’s heart, there was a sense of discontent.

He thought that he was about to be crushed to death by a single string, with his body and soul completely destroyed.

Was the difference really so big?

Mingming, Fate’s Strings Master was the most inconspicuous among the ‘Rainbow’, perhaps even the weakest.

However, the huge gap between gods and mortals brought a sense of indescribable helplessness and despair.

Regular people with firearms could potentially kill weak supernaturals, but how could supernaturals overcome the immortal gods?

Alan had been constantly growing stronger, but his opponents were becoming stronger one after another, which, in a sense, may also be seen as a display of his unlucky fortune.

The second silvery-grey string ultimately didn’t get pressed down.

Perhaps Fate’s Strings Master didn’t want to get involved in more cause and effect, or perhaps they didn’t want to further offend the Savior of Babel Tower.

The strings vanished into thin air.

Until this moment, Bai Yan still felt something was amiss.

The Fate’s Strings Master’s path was that of an observer, a go-with-the-flow attitude. Yet, she would go to great lengths to help others, even at the cost of her own well-being. Was it truly because of familial love?

He knew that the Fate’s Strings Master had many incarnations throughout history, experiencing numerous human and non-human lives. Her descendants were countless, both human and non-human.

But among those known and called the "Sons of God," there was only one who people remember: Amicio.

This man was definitely unique. For the Fate’s Strings Master, he held a certain, very significant place. He had to stay alive.

Alan, with an unhappy expression, looked at Bai Yan by his side and spoke:

"Sorry, I couldn’t help you kill him."

Alan shook his head, having gone through so much, he had already learned how to quickly adjust his mood.

"It’s okay… I have a strong feeling that one day I will kill him."

He smiled.

"At least this time, we have successfully avenged Lin Bian."

Blind Aaron paused for a moment, picking up the dark flesh-cutting knife, and continued, "In fact, the Reanimation Spell cannot completely swap the enemy’s position. Once the enemy shows resistance, it becomes very difficult to cast."

"Just now, she didn’t resist."

With Alan’s words, the dark flesh-cutting knife shattered little by little with a "snap", gradually turning into ashes. Thus, this once fully wicked and cruel person passed away.

Bai Yan knew in his heart that if it weren’t for her sudden betrayal, Amicio wouldn’t have been defeated so quickly.

And her betrayal was also very reasonable.

"Perhaps, justice may not always triumph over evil, but wrongdoers will inevitably face some sort of retribution," he said.

Alan had a lot of grievances in his heart and couldn’t help but complain:

"Bai Yan, oh Bai Yan, why do you always have to hide yourself, why do you pretend to be a profligate… I have so many questions and I really want to know the answers."

He took a deep breath and finally roared, "Damn it, so you mean to say that every time I was desperately furious on the Babel Tower forum, you were secretly laughing?"

Bai Yan instinctively touched the back of his hand.

"Becoming a ‘Profligate’ would make it easier for me to act, uh, if I stay in the Demon Hunt Agency all the time, I will attract attention… I hope you can understand, Alan. Actually, I have seen and been deeply moved by your situation, really, truly!"

Bai Yan sighed, feeling the unpleasantness of being targeted by the witch back then.

Back then, she was still very powerful. If she suddenly came after him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Alan fell silent for a moment before saying, "I understand that you can’t explain too much, but I still feel very angry. It would be better if you let me vent by throwing a few punches."

Anger is very normal because deep down, Alan knew that Bai Yan didn’t fully trust him, which is why he kept many things hidden from him.

Although this was actually understandable, it still made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Okay."

Bai Yan didn’t think twice and nodded in agreement.

"Really?"

"Really,"

Alan smiled. Despite his blindness, he could still sense Bai Yan’s presence. So he swung his fist towards Bai Yan who was not far away. Bai Yan silently dodged the attack.

"Bai Yan, why are you avoiding me? Didn’t we agree that you would let me hit you?"

"Oh, just kidding you."

After Bai Yan finished speaking with a smile, Alan immediately kicked him again.

This time, Bai Yan didn’t hide.

Alan paused for a moment.

Both of them remained silent for a while.

"On the left, someone is coming," Bai Yan calmly said, pointing with his hand.

—

In a dimension entirely made up of blood, the Head of Dark Night, the Book of Dark Light, "the Tower," and the "Power" were engaged in an intense battle.

The Head of Dark Night and Shi Nianyu were both middle-ranked Apocalypses, with their strengths evenly matched. Every time Shi Nianyu attempted to transfer the old man to her tower, she would be directly countered by the Dark Light wielded by the other side.

Temporarily, a stalemate battle of attrition had formed.

The Power of the higher-ranked Crown, when faced with the Book of Dark Light held by the middle-ranked Crown, was instead cleverly suppressed by the opponent.

The Book of Dark Light has a strong restraining effect on "Power" in terms of compatibility.

Her innate power manifested as a black book, capable of transforming into various fantastical creations. It even had the ability to use these imaginings to influence the real world.

And "Power" had relatively low resistance in the realm of the mind, thus allowing the tactics of the Book of Dark Light to repeatedly succeed.

However, the Book of Dark Light couldn’t kill "Power" right away. This lion with white fur possessed a terrifying vitality. Even if its arms were shattered and its abdomen had a large hole, it would heal instantly in the next second.

His power became even purer, to the point that it could be said to be a terrifying brute force that surpassed its own realm. Each strike had the real ability to shake the earth!

Meanwhile, the white-maned lion possessed battle-hardened combat skills, gradually adapting to the extraordinary power of the Book of Dark Light.

Despite being suppressed, "Power" only needs to land a hit once to turn the tables!

"Head of Dark Night"

He was the oldest and most ancient saint to have ever lived.

Back in the day, when the seemingly invincible Incarnation of Dark Light was still just a child, the Head of Dark Night was already the actual ruler of the "Euro League" and the "Kingdom of Dark Light".

To this day, he still remembers the scene when he first saw that man.

At that time, the other person was just a child from a poor family. The Head of Dark Night sat high on the seat, being the leader of all the saints. He asked a question as usual.

"Why did you want to join the church?"

"Because I was hungry."

The other person replied.

"Eat dinner?"

The Head of Dark Night furrowed his brow, attentively listening to what the other person would say next.

"In the Dark Light Church, people eat very well. They not only feed themselves, but also make sure that the people around them have enough to eat. They even provide food to strangers… I think a church that takes care of meals is really amazing. That’s why I want to join the church."

From that moment on, the Head of Dark Night didn’t like him very much.

Because this man wasn’t truly devout, even though he never broke the rules and commandments of the church in his daily actions, and he always spoke about his devoutness, deep down inside, he had never truly felt the presence of the divine.

Even though people in World now believed that the Incarnation of Dark Light, this Divine Executor, was the most devout disciple, only the Head of Dark Night understood that it was not the case.

He had looked down on that man from the very beginning.

Just as the Head of Dark Night was about to cast him out of the church, he suddenly received a divine revelation.

Dark Light chose this child as the new saint.

And so, he could never refuse to let the child stay in the church.

When the Incarnation of Dark Light gained great power, he stepped away from the spotlight and into the shadows, no longer bothered by mundane matters. Compared to those meaningless things, the thoughts of the divine were far more important.

Even if the god had fallen!

This was the path that they had always faithfully followed.

"You, going against the will of god."

The elderly person, who appeared incredibly aged, spoke slowly:

"The ultimate fate of those who defy is only one, and that is death."

All of a sudden, the powerful and fierce Head of Dark Night unleashed a force that left the "High Tower," "Power," and even the Book of Dark Light stunned with its terrifying presence.

"I can’t believe it’s a sudden breakthrough on the spot? I’ve only seen it in stories before."

Shi Nianyu forced a smile, never expecting that such an ancient immortal could actually ascend to an upper-ranked Apocalypse in an instant.

But when you think about it carefully, he was already a powerful Apocalypse a thousand years ago. All these years of accumulated knowledge and experience, with the right opportunity, it was only natural for him to break through.

The speed at which the creatures of the Babel Tower grew stronger was truly extraordinary.

Originally, before the Incarnation of Dark Light appeared, this old man was already unquestionably the strongest saint!

"Stop, please."

Just at that moment, a young man with piercing eyes appeared, standing with his hands behind his back.

He simply stood here, causing the Book of Dark Light to tremble all over. The Head of Dark Night, who was originally full of momentum, was also taken aback. White Lion and Shi Nianyu, on the other hand, were both filled with joy.

"Summer!"

Shi Nianyu rushed over happily, but a few seconds later, her expression suddenly changed.

"No, you are not him… Who are you?"

The face gradually transformed, taking on the appearance of a "profligate." Bai Yan stood with hands behind his back, smiling faintly. He said, "Miss Shi, I apologize, but I need to borrow you for a moment."

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