Chapter 886: Sea of Faith
The cold, resolute, and disdainful voice that issued from the Deathly Soul-Reaper was Orion’s denial, a refutation of the very concept behind the body of faith hidden in the Dragon God Phantom.
When dealing with a body of faith, a denial of its core belief, a collapse of its will, was a far more direct path to victory than slowly chipping away at its power.
Unfortunately, Orion’s attempt at psychological warfare was useless. The conviction of the faith-body hidden within was far more stubborn than he had imagined.
"You, a mongrel from the abyss, are you even worthy of speaking to me of the Light?"
Ouch. That one hurt. And Orion’s Deathly Soul-Reaper avatar had no real comeback. The abyss itself was synonymous with evil, sin, and cruelty, and his avatar was a prime example of its power.
"The race of sin must be purged! It must be set aflame!"
Seeing that the Lunar Power was ineffective against the Deathly Soul-Reaper , the Dragon God Phantom raised its greatsword and spat a glob of luminous dragon flame onto it. The blade ignited, wreathed in a white, holy fire. The fuel being burned, shockingly, was the Lunar Power itself.
A sense of crisis washed over Orion. The Deathly Soul-Reaper was locked on; he felt that even teleportation wouldn’t be enough to evade this attack.
"Kill!"
If he couldn’t dodge, then the only option was a life-or-death struggle. In that critical moment, the giant’s savagery hardwired into his bloodline and his spirit roared to the surface. The Deathly Soul-Reaper swung its scythe and charged forward, meeting the attack head-on.
The next second, fire met flesh, and scythe met sword. Savagery and holy fire, light and evil, clashed in a symphony of glorious violence.
Azure Mirage, Outer Temple.