Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 437 - 108: He... Is Simply Too Strong

However, no sooner had he dispatched the Evil God Player Knight than a Poisoned Longsword lunged from the darkness. Another Evil God Player—a Swordsman—used the garage’s shadows for cover, unleashing a Shadow Stab aimed directly at the Holy Empire Envoy’s waist.

Holy Empire Envoy 18 had already shrouded his body in Holy Power. The instant he sensed the approaching blade, he dropped low and swept his Beheading Sword backward in a backhand arc.

The force of the Holy Blade Counter-Attack carried a biting, holy might. The Evil God Player Swordsman felt an immense impact as his high-quality Longsword was knocked from his grasp. The very wind from the blade tore across his chest, leaving a gash so deep his bone was visible. At the wound’s edge, the Holy Power immediately began its slow work of Purification.

At this, Holy Empire Envoy 18 sheathed his sword, and the glow of the Sacred Pattern on it gradually faded.

He glanced down at the light spatter of blood on his combat suit, then conjured a wisp of Flame Magic at his fingertip, incinerating it completely.

The rain continued to fall, and the faint wail of distant sirens drifted through the air. Local residents had noticed something was wrong and had immediately notified the authorities.

Holy Empire Envoy 18’s expression, however, remained impassive. He shared a calm mind with his original self, Qin Feng, leaving no room for panic.

There were unwritten rules for this kind of chaotic urban combat. As long as it was a "Purification Operation" targeting Evil God Players, the Law Enforcers from the Real World’s major Player Alliances would handle the aftermath.

This included, but was not limited to, erasing the memories of ordinary people, cleansing residual Evil Power, and altering traces at the scene. The entire process was seamless, never leaving any loose ends.

Besides, Qin Feng had already made preparations. While dealing with the Noxus Alliance’s recruitment attempt earlier, he had instructed the Freljord Alliance to announce that his Divine Chosen Heroes were fanning out across the globe to launch a worldwide crackdown on hidden Evil God Believers.

This provided the perfect cover for Holy Empire Envoy 18’s actions.

Lost in thought, Holy Empire Envoy 18 looked up at the ink-black sky. A faint golden pattern appeared on his forehead, and his Eagle Eye Reconnaissance ability—capable of piercing through reinforced concrete—spread out once again, casting a vast, invisible net over the city.

In an instant, he pinpointed a larger and more concentrated group of Evil God Players on the top floor of an office building three kilometers to the southeast. It was a squad of at least five of them, huddled together and plotting something.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Holy Empire Envoy 18’s figure flickered, darting into the shadows of a street corner like a bolt of black lightning. All he left behind were the lifeless bodies of the Evil God Players strewn across the ground, and the memory of a cold, silver glint—the holy might of his Beheading Sword as it sliced through the rain, now quietly fading into the night.

Meanwhile, in a bluestone alley of an ancient city in the Jiangnan region, rain dripped from the dark-tiled eaves, forming small puddles on the ground.

Holy Empire Envoy 32’s black combat suit was stained with moss from the alley wall, but his replica Beheading Sword still gleamed with a cold, silver light.

Three Evil God Player Swordsmen were using the alley’s twisting layout to attempt a sneak attack with their Shadow Clone skill, but they were unaware that Holy Empire Envoy 32’s Eagle Eye had already seen through their illusions.

He stepped lightly into a puddle, his form flickering like a gust of wind as he dodged the blade from the ambusher on his left. At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and the Sacred Pattern on his sheath flared to life:

"Blade of Punishment!"

Instantly, his blade transformed into a streak of golden light, precisely piercing the brow of the Shadow Clone on his right. The Holy Power detonated, sending both the Shadow Clone and the true body behind it flying.

The last Evil God Player Swordsman tried to scramble over a wall in terror, but Envoy 32 was already there, his feet gliding over the water’s surface. He gently tapped the back of his blade against his opponent’s knee. Holy Power spread through the man’s bones, and his leg buckled, forcing him to his knees. A Sealing Sacred Pattern was imprinted upon his brow.

The red lantern at the mouth of the alley swayed in the wind, casting the silhouette of Holy Empire Envoy 32 sheathing his sword onto the weathered brick wall.

In the commercial district of a city on the eastern coast, neon lights dyed the night sky in myriad colors.

Holy Empire Envoy 99 stood atop the roof of a hundred-meter-tall office building, a shimmering river of traffic flowing beneath his feet.

His Eagle Eye pierced through twenty floors, clearly locking onto five Evil God Player Mages gathered in a conference room. They were chanting around an altar, attempting to summon something unholy.

Without a moment of hesitation, Holy Empire Envoy 99 poured all his Holy Power into his blade. The replica Beheading Sword suddenly erupted with a golden blade of light several meters long.

"Holy Flame!"

He then swung his sword in a diagonal slash. The blade of light tore through the glass curtain wall and steel beams, cleaving into the conference room like a divine axe.

The Shadow Shields the Evil God Player Mages hastily erected shattered instantly. The eerie altar was cleaved in two, and a black mist of Darkness evaporated as the Holy Flame burned it away.

Following that, Holy Empire Envoy 99 leaped from the rooftop, using the external air conditioning units on the building’s facade to break his fall. In the blink of an eye, he landed outside the conference room window, the edge of his blade pressed against the last Mage’s throat.

"You should... surrender!"

Inside an abandoned steel mill in a northern industrial city, slag from cooled steel was piled up like small mountains. Under the Moonlight, the rust-covered blast furnaces stood like silent beasts.

Holy Empire Envoy 102 was facing off against twenty Skeleton Knights summoned by Evil God Players. Mounted on Bone Horses, they had formed a Death Charge Array, the tips of their lances glowing with an eerie green light.

"Excellent."

A cold smirk, identical to that of his original self, Qin Feng, touched the corners of Holy Empire Envoy 102’s lips. He lowered his sword into a two-handed grip as the light of a Sacred Pattern crawled up his arms and enveloped his entire body.

The Skeleton Knights shrieked and charged forward, their hooves crunching loudly on the slag-covered ground.

When the charge closed to within ten meters, Holy Empire Envoy 102 suddenly spun, his blade carving out a circular barrier of Holy Power.