WTYTIAAN Chapter 286

Chapter 286

A gentle, milky-white radiance fell upon Theodore, and he could feel the wounds on his body gradually healing, but the exhaustion deep within him could not be erased by this.

The Goddess of Light was fundamentally different from the former God of Light. Even if the former God of Light was also their adversary, every move of the God of Light was filled with a rich element of light, unlike the so-called Goddess of Light before him—

Her every attack subtly contained corrosive, destructive elemental particles.

Each of those attacks, when they landed on Theodore, accumulated slowly like poison, gradually destroying his bodily functions, and Sylph’s healing could not remove these ‘toxins’.

But this was not right.

Theodore had not been completely overwhelmed by anger, or rather, he had already broken free from his initial stress response and was now able to think calmly.

He was a creation of the God of Light.

He was once also a member of the God of Light’s retinue, and even if he and the Angel race had rebelled in the end, this could not be erased.

He was born to be the nemesis of all evil, just like those undead and demonic creatures; the Angel race was naturally their nemesis.

Such insidious elements should not remain in his body on such a large scale, unless this ‘toxin’ had completely broken away from the rules of this world.

It was a power from beyond the world.

The expression on Theodore’s face remained unchanged, but his gaze towards Keen and the Goddess of Light became even more solemn.

Why would there be power from beyond the world… When?

Theodore was perplexed, but he knew that Keen’s ambitions were great, and he had to stop Keen… or kill him.

But it seemed he could no longer do it now.

Just a manufactured Goddess of Light was already so difficult to deal with, let alone the mastermind behind it all—

Theodore could feel that Keen, who was not far away, looking down on everything from a high place, exuded a very strong aura of danger, vaguely stronger than the aura of the once strongest god, the God of Light.

What to do?

Theodore lowered his eyes; he seemed to be caught in a difficult choice.

But in reality, there were not many options left for him to choose, because this world was the property of the King, and for the sake of the King, he was willing to die.

Theodore closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, looking at the Goddess of Light and Keen, a more intense fighting spirit—and determination—burned within him.

Theodore’s remaining two intact wings fully stretched out, almost blotting out the sky, shrouded in a pall of gloom. Each feather flowed with liquid light flames, gently sweeping across the clouds in the sky, actually steaming out wisps of white smoke, and drizzling raindrops fell, irrigating the scorched earth and slightly moistening this barren land.

The people on the ground who were still fighting with the undead and demonic creatures had no time to pay attention, and only the audience in front of the Blue Star official live broadcast vaguely saw a looming golden phantom appear behind the Archangel, which could not be completely seen clearly under the cover of the fine raindrops.

But along with the appearance of the phantom, everyone present seemed to hear an ancient sacred hymn in their ears, and the scorching light gradually condensed, forming countless light spears, with sharp tips pointing towards the Goddess of Light and Keen.

Keen raised an eyebrow with interest, “Oh?”

“As expected of the God of Light’s creation, you have even comprehended the power of the God of Light’s rules? Perhaps the God of Light was surprised by your betrayal.”

The corners of Keen’s mouth curled into a mocking smile, and the look in his eyes towards Theodore was full of mockery, “Betrayed by his own creation—haha, in that case, the God of Light and that Majesty are a match made in heaven.”

Keen spoke the last sentence casually, but the words were pronounced with a bit of ruthlessness, as if he wanted to swallow someone alive, hating the other party to the core.

Theodore did not speak, single-mindedly concentrating the power within him.

Not far away, Sylph looked at Theodore with confusion. He was certain that Theodore was hiding something from everyone, and this matter was related to their King.

They knew nothing about it, but it seemed that Keen knew something?

Theodore…

Sylph frowned, his expression becoming colder, and he slightly distanced himself from Theodore.

Keen was surprised to find that the opposing camp had actually developed suspicion because of his few words of provocation, and his originally bad mood improved somewhat.

Haha, betrayal? What an interesting drama!

“Archangel Your Highness—” Keen’s voice rang out lazily, “Have you forgotten something?”

Just as Theodore’s light spears all shot towards the Goddess of Light and Keen behind her, Keen raised his voice and said slowly, “The power of the rules you have comprehended comes from the God of Light, and what you are facing is also a God of Light!”

As Keen’s words fell, the Goddess of Light, Aurora, like a manipulated puppet, raised her staff, and as she chanted, a blazing domain of light unfolded, instantly enveloping all the light spears that had been shot, freezing the light spears in the domain, and then reversing direction, all towards Theodore and his rear.

Keen’s black robe fluttered without wind, and half of his face was revealed from under his hood, smiling extremely strangely.

“I said to that Majesty before—”

“Everything he gave to me, I will return to him one by one.” Keen said with a smile, “So, how about starting with death?”

“He gave me death, so I’ll send him a big gift pack—if he comes back and finds that all his retinue are dead, and this world is also destroyed—won’t he be very excited?”

“For my gift, that Majesty will surely never forget it.”

“Hahahahahaha—”

Keen’s wild laughter rang out, with a touch of madness. His pale, withered hand stretched out from under his black robe, and his fingertips condensed an ominous energy. With his wanton laughter, the earth began to shake violently, and several dark, gaping holes were torn open in the sky, from which countless demonic creatures fell, rushing towards the warriors who were resisting desperately.

And the tremors on the ground became more and more obvious, and countless withered bones emerged from the decayed soil, an awakened undead army.

These undead, who were only withered bones, could only be considered the lowest level of undead, but Keen had done something that caused these low-level undead armies to be surrounded by a thick black mist. This black mist turned the low-level undead armies into powerful combat units.

Not much different from those demonic creatures that kept falling from the cracks, each one could bring a fatal crisis to the resisting warriors.

Adrian Sawyer, who had always led the army, fearlessly faced them, his great sword spinning and slashing, and countless bones were sent flying and shattered. Each time, a large number of bone undead would fall, but the number of bone undead was increasing, and more bone undead were constantly crawling out from under the decayed soil.

This place was once the battlefield of the ancient gods’ war, and countless people were buried here. For Keen, this place was an inexhaustible treasure trove.

Any existence that ultimately resisted him would be eliminated by him one by one.

Keen looked at the apocalyptic scene with extreme satisfaction, and his laughter couldn’t stop, but when he felt that familiar power in the crowd fighting on the ground, his expression suddenly became very ugly.

Keen, who had been laughing loudly, instantly changed his expression, looked at Adrian Sawyer, and emitted a gloomy aura with uncertainty.

“Ho-d-er—” Keen said each word one by one, as if the voice was squeezed out from between his teeth. He stared at Adrian Sawyer for a long time before suddenly laughing nervously, “Human? You actually reincarnated as a frail human? That’s so interesting—”

“The once invincible, unbeatable God of Darkness, Hoder, actually reincarnated as a frail human, it’s simply a joke.”

“What do you think? Aurora?” He looked at the Goddess of Light, Aurora, in front of him with a smile, she was still expressionless, always maintaining the blazing domain of light, and did not answer Keen’s question.

The Goddess of Light, who looked beautiful and holy, was indeed a product created artificially.

“Aurora.” Keen suddenly turned cold, put away all his smiles, and ordered, “Kill these ants.”

The Goddess of Light, Aurora, did not move her expression, and the tip of the scepter in front of her emitted a shimmering light. Half of the light spears, which were originally frozen in the domain and all aimed at Theodore, were turned towards the people fighting on the ground.

With Keen’s order, the Goddess of Light, Aurora, moved her scepter, and those light spears, condensed by Theodore and containing the power of the rules of the element of light, instantly shot towards Theodore and the warriors on the ground.

The light spears rained down, and Theodore, who was closest and also the original owner of the light spears, also dodged these light spears in a very embarrassed manner. Even so, he was hit by ten or so of them.

The power of the rules belonging to the element of light seemed to have a certain combined reaction with the ‘toxins’ accumulated in his body, and it exploded in his body.

Theodore spat out a mouthful of blood, carrying a dark black aura.

And the warriors on the ground were caught off guard and faced with this level of attack, and were even more powerless to resist.

Sylph reacted quickly, and several vines rose from the ground, intertwined and entangled into a protective barrier, but they were instantly crushed when they came into contact with those light spears.

Adrian Sawyer looked into the eyes of Keen in the sky from a distance.

A strange feeling rose in his heart, as if he had once looked at this guy like this.

Countless emotions churned in his heart, but he couldn’t find an outlet to vent them. Adrian Sawyer was confused and puzzled, facing the light spear rushing towards him without dodging or avoiding.

But in his heart, he seemed to be sure that there was such a figure who would always stand in front of him and block these attacks for him—

In the nick of time, before the light spear was about to hit the warrior on the ground, it seemed to be suddenly blocked by an invisible air wall, making a sound of contention, and then shattered into light spots.

Keen frowned instantly, and his heart skipped a beat.

And Adrian Sawyer and Theodore both seemed to realize something and looked up at the void not far away.

A figure appeared quietly.

It was the person everyone was thinking about—Yan Yunqing.

He was wearing a long robe, completely different from the robe he wore when he parted with Theodore and Sylph. Even his face had changed, from the original bright and beautiful to a kind of… indescribable sacredness? Majesty?

Even though his face was still so beautiful, no one dared to look directly into his eyes anymore.