Chapter 2346 The Apostle

Chapter 2346 The Apostle

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The instructors' battle began, drawing the attention of everyone present.

On one side of the arena stood Emery, representing Hall 33, a Magus with a reputation for defeating a one-cosmos grand magus before. On the other side was Adam, the Nephilim apostle, standing for Hall 6.

Despite Adam's youthful appearance, he was no ordinary opponent. He was one of the twelve apostles, figures revered as reflections of the Nephilim gods—rising above tens of thousands of bishops and hundreds of cardinals.

The crowd buzzed with excitement, expecting an extraordinary duel between two powerful figures.

Facing each other, Adam radiated calm confidence as he spoke with a respectful tone. "It is the Lord's will that I stand here before you," he said, his voice serene yet filled with purpose.

Emery, unfazed, quietly activated his Twilight transformation. His body shifted, fangs lengthening and muscles tensing as his dark energy flared. With a sharp grin, Emery responded, his voice dripping with challenge. "Why don't you call your Lord to come here as well? I wouldn't mind making his acquaintance."

Adam remained unfazed by Emery's taunt, his composure unbroken as he spoke, "It is blasphemy to speak of our Lord in such a manner, but our Lord is full of mercy. And don't worry—you will be in His presence soon enough."

With those words, Adam unsheathed a silvery sword, its surface shimmering with divine light. He raised the blade to his forehead and closed his eyes in prayer. In an instant, four majestic wings unfurled from his back, glowing with radiant energy, embodying his divine connection.

Emery drew his Savage Sword, its dark aura contrasting sharply with Adam's radiant presence. A low, guttural voice echoed in his mind as he called upon the being he had prepared for such battles: "Cthulhu." Dark, swirling Khaos energy enveloped his body, amplifying his dark core, and surging into his weapon. As the signal to begin the battle rang out, Emery wasted no time. He unleashed his [Void Blade], the blade crackling with dark energy that radiated menace. The arena seemed to tremble with the intensity of his power.

Adam's gaze sharpened at the sight "Such a dark... malignant force... It's no wonder the church mentioned you by name,"

[Guardian of Faith]

The sight of Adam's transformation was strikingly reminiscent of Julian's divine form, yet there was a key difference. While Julian's power was channeled through an external pillar of light, Adam's divinity radiated from within, drawn directly from his own core.

A brilliant halo formed behind him, its radiant light enveloping his wings and body, forming a set of majestic golden armor. The sheer power emanating from him left no doubt that this was a grand magus operating at the peak of his abilities.

With his transformation complete, Adam's strength soared far beyond what it had been moments before. His eyes gleamed with divine energy, glowing with righteous fury. Emery could feel the weight of Adam's new power pressing down on the battlefield like a crushing force, suffocating all attempts to resist. Raising his gleaming sword, Adam called forth a golden cross that materialized in the air above him, infusing his weapon with holy energy. It was a powerful attack.

"Holy Strike!" Adam's voice echoed as the cross empowered his next swing.

The sword strike came with terrifying speed and strength. A blinding wave of golden light shot toward Emery, and the force behind it was staggering.

Emery's [Shadow Edge] attacks, which had previously been his primary defense, were shattered instantly by the overwhelming power of the holy energy. The force of the strike cleaved through the battlefield, tearing the arena apart.

The air hummed with divine power as the shockwave spread, and cracks snaked across the stone ground, splitting it wide open.

Fortunately, Emery's quick reflexes kicked in, allowing him to dodge the attack just in time. He barely evaded the golden arc of energy, feeling the heat of its destructive force as it passed by.

Emery glanced back to see the aftermath: Adam's strike had torn the arena apart. The once solid battleground was now split down the middle, deep cracks radiating out from the point of impact. What was even more shocking was that the protective barrier—designed to shield the audience from such powerful attacks—had been shattered completely, its fragments flickering and dissolving into the air.

The sheer devastation left many in the audience speechless, a mix of awe and fear sweeping through the crowd as they realized the magnitude of Adam's power.