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Chapter 276: Battle of Three Heroes

After Ramdo uttered a grand declaration, his body, like molten gold, began to ripple with tiny, almost imperceptible arcs of electricity.

Without any further ado, he raised his custom-made spear and directly charged into the enemy's main formation.

"Damn it!" The three leading figures were only half a second too slow when Ramdo, moving at supersonic speed, had already cut into the ranks behind them.

This was no ancient charge. An enemy capable of supersonic flight, whose projected divine body was as tough as refined steel, simply couldn't be overwhelmed by mere numbers.

Unless there was a massive restraining formation capable of preventing the enemy's escape and forcing them to fight to the death, just guerrilla tactics from such a monster would instill despair in the vast majority of participating soldiers.

He had no sense of fighting by the rules of "soldier against soldier, general against general"; inflicting the maximum possible damage upon the enemy was Ramdo's true intention.

Ever since Ramdo had cut into the allied army's formation, golden-yellow lightning bolts began to flash around him, continuously assaulting the soldiers below.

Soldiers struck by the lightning suffered no physical injuries, but one after another, they dropped their weapons, sat down on the ground without a care, and fell into contemplation.

Among them, some, after a while, suddenly picked up their weapons and chose to end their own lives, while others picked up weapons, shouted Ramdo's holy name, and opened fire on their comrades.

"You heretics need to embrace true faith. All I'm doing is teaching them to think about what is right and what is wrong."

Ramdo, having been intercepted, remained expressionless. He cared not one whit about the hundreds of thousands of troops below; ultimately, the only ones in the entire invading army who could be considered his opponents were the three before him.

As for the allied army they led, if left unobstructed, he could wipe them out in half a day.

Upon hearing the keywords "heretics" and "faith," Pope Gondor of the Luminous Holy Church clearly lost his composure. He was one of the few truly devout individuals among the high-ranking officials of various nations, extremely sensitive to matters of faith.

"You so-called 'One-Wheel God' are nothing but a false, anthropomorphic deity! Mortals can never comprehend the greatness of God!" Gondor practically roared these words.

The Luminous Holy Church had always worshipped a God that was formless, intangible, and omnipresent. It was a non-personified God, possessing no worldly form, and any depiction of His image was deemed incorrect.

"Thought is faith's greatest enemy, and your so-called Spirit Thunder is nothing but crude brainwashing." Xiliu, belonging to the European Union, being a vampire with no faith whatsoever, evidently saw these matters with greater clarity.

Eight years ago, he was ordered to investigate the mysterious death of his fellow Blood Clan member, Ou Gaolas. He left the Blood Clan's main stronghold, and after completing the investigation, he was arranged to infiltrate the then-nascent European Union, awaiting an opportunity.

This ultimately saved his life. When Sarcasky fully awakened and massacred all vampires, Xiliu, who was at the European Union headquarters, narrowly escaped by relying on the headquarters' defensive array.

To this day, Xiliu had become an absolute high-ranking official within the European Union organization; his Blood Clan identity had not been an obstacle, but rather an advantage.

The vast knowledge accumulated over his long life quickly made him a pioneer in rune studies; and after the Blood Clan's demise, he returned to their headquarters, transforming centuries of their collective accumulation into his own wealth.

"Blood Battle God, you talk too much." Ramdo thrust his spear at Xiliu.

"Bang!" Xiliu parried with the longsword in his hand.

However, there was still a considerable gap in absolute strength between the two sides. After a single exchange, Ramdo didn't budge an inch, while Xiliu retreated nearly ten meters.

"This monster! How in the world does he cultivate?!" Xiliu, who had obtained the Blood Clan's treasure, believed his cultivation speed was already astonishing enough, but when compared to Ramdo, the two were still not on the same level.

In this era, everyone who could stand out naturally possessed their own advantages.

Ramdo simultaneously parried the attacks of the three, yet he remained at ease; his absolute strength and speed even put Gondor and the other two at a considerable disadvantage.

"Wu Zhi-jiejie, why is there a monster like him? Even with your help, I still can't match him in strength." Chris Ding, who was also on the stalemated battlefield, had already gotten used to asking the bracelet whenever she was unsure what to do.

"That so-called One-Wheel Cult has a full hundred million believers. Ramdo, who proclaims himself the incarnation of a deity, is equivalent to a god with a hundred million believers. Even if he allocates 20% of his Faith Power to his subordinates, he still retains 80% for himself."

"That means he's being sustained by eighty million people. If he weren't afraid of absorbing too quickly and losing himself, becoming a slave bound by faith, he would have been unrivaled long ago." Amidst the fierce battle, such a mental fluctuation emanated from the bracelet.

"It's a pity. That old man Gondor is too set in his ways. He stubbornly refuses to ascend to godhood himself, and he won't let me benefit either. Otherwise, with the sheer number of believers in our Luminous Holy Church, we could also create such a super powerhouse." Chris Ding's words conveyed considerable dissatisfaction with Pope Gondor.

"I think you're wrong. There's no free lunch in this world. How could something as good as getting strong so easily exist? Faith Power is ultimately a sweet poison."

"Whether willingly or not, once you absorb Faith Power from believers, your thoughts will be influenced by them. After all, Faith Power is a type of spiritual energy."

"So, after all that, is there a way to deal with this monster now?" Among the three, Chris Ding was slightly weaker, hence she faced greater pressure.

"No. You'll have to rely on yourself for luck. You're getting stronger now, and at most, I can only tear space once with all my might before you die, to move you away."

"Ah?!"

The fierce clash of the four affected hundreds of kilometers around them. Wherever they went, the allied soldiers suffered heavy casualties, only able to scramble away, rolling and crawling, to escape the monsters' shifting battleground.

Their speed was simply too immense. Like a tsunami, a natural disaster, even if observed from afar, mortals were powerless to evade it.

Moving at supersonic speeds, they often crushed the soldiers below before the latter could even react. Whether armored vehicles or battlefield jeeps, everything was as fragile as a toy.

From this perspective, Ramdo, who had only brought three hundred floating saints with him, appeared remarkably prescient. He had no need to consider anything; anyway, everything within his line of sight was an enemy, so he could attack boldly and without restraint.

The three responsible for the encirclement, however, found themselves in a somewhat awkward position. Most of the people below were their direct subordinates, making it difficult for them to steel their hearts and unleash high-yield attacks recklessly.

Of course, all of this was predicated on Ramdo being strong enough — strong enough to fearlessly withstand the encirclement of all the opposing powerhouses.