Invincible Bloodline

"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "    

Yang Fann's body transformed into Devouring Black Holes, wildly devouring the hall. The pile of magical crystals was like a small mountain.    

❄ ️ ❄ ️ ❄ ️    

Soon, half a year had passed.    

"Puchi! . . . "    

The last magic crystal crumbled into dust.    

Yang Fann slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of regret appeared in his eyes. Sure enough, this God Realm Mage was not that easy to break through.    

In the past ten years, Yang Fann's cultivation base had already reached the peak of Holy Spirit Mage. He was only a step away from God Realm Mage. However, this step was something that Yang Fann was unable to break through.    

In the past billions of years, only nine God Realm Mage had been born. It wasn't without reason.    

This was still Yang Fann. His mental energy realm had already reached God Realm Mage's realm. If it was any other Holy Spirit Mage, the difficulty would have increased by more than a thousand times, or even ten thousand times.    

Of course, the most important thing was still the lack of resources. Although he had taken down dozens of kingdoms and hundreds of duchies, this amount of resources was still far from enough for him to advance to God Realm Mage.    

Perhaps only by taking down Stormwind Empire or the Tempest Temple behind it could he truly advance to God Realm Mage.    

"Are we going to attack the Stormwind Empire now?"    

Yang Fann hesitated in his heart. With his current magic cultivation, with the support of the Fire God Scepter, the combat strength that he could unleash was definitely not below the intermediate God Realm Mage's. Adding his terrifying Strength Of Divine Body, his overall combat strength was at least that of an upper-level God Realm Mage, or perhaps even comparable to a top-level God Realm Mage.    

Among the Nine Great Gods, God Of The Storm's strength was only average. There were even some unorthodox ones. At most, he was at the intermediate God Realm Mage's cultivation level.    

If he had calculated correctly, it was not impossible for him to finish off God Of The Storm before the other three divine gods of the Light Faction came to his rescue.    

. . .    

After a series of calculations in his heart, Yang Fann got up and left the place of seclusion.    

Very quickly, he had his servants find the Head Chief of the Duke's Mansion - Laura. This could be said to be the number one expert under Yang Fann. A top tier Moonlight Magister had submitted to Yang Fann three years ago.    

Not long after, a slightly plump, middle-aged man in a blue magic robe appeared in front of Yang Fann.    

"Master, you are looking for me?" Laura hunched her back. Her voice was indescribably humble, and she did not look like a top tier Moonlight Magister at all.    

"En, Laura. Did something big happen in the past half a year?" Yang Fann nodded slightly and asked.    

"Master, nothing major has happened in the past half a year. . . . " Laura shook her head. The Light and Darkness camps had officially entered a stalemate. Although there were constant battles every day, there were only small skirmishes, small-scale battles, and true large-scale battles, but none of them had ever happened.    

"Hmm, could it be that the fourth Divine Battle has ended just like that?" A trace of doubt flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. The previous three Divine Battles had caused the heavens and earth to collapse and the earth to crumble. There were even gods who had personally participated in the battle. But this time. . . Even though the casualties could be considered heavy, the living beings that had fallen. . . There were no less than 100 billion of them, but the real expert. . . There weren't many of them, and the strongest ones were only a few high ranked Sunshine Mage. This was completely abnormal. One had to know that. . . In the previous battles, several Holy Spirit Mage had fallen.    

Right at this moment. . .    

Laura seemed to have thought of something as she said. "Sir, half a month ago, The person in charge of the Church of Storm in the Raymond Kingdom, Archbishop Ai Demeng, paid a visit to you. "This is a First Grade archbishop in Tempest Temple. Even among the First Grade archbishops, he is considered a top tier expert. He is a top tier Sunshine Mage in the entire Church of Storm. He had a pivotal position.    

The Tempest Temple was able to send him to guard the Raymond Kingdom and take charge of the church's matters. It could be seen how important the Raymond Kingdom and Yang Fann were to them.    

In the other High Grade Kingdoms, the person in charge of the church was usually only a intermediate Sunshine Mage. Almost all of the top Sunshine Mage like Ai Demeng were gathered in the Tempest Temple, so it was basically impossible for him to send someone else.    

"Why is Archbishop Ai Demeng looking for me?" Yang Fann asked. Regarding this archbishop Ai Demeng, Yang Fann had only seen him once when he had just arrived at Raymond's imperial city. There had been no more interaction between them.    

Laura hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, this should be because of those nobles. . . . "    

At the start of the Divine Battle, countless Dukedoms and Kingdoms lost their lives on the battlefield. However, there were also many aristocrats who broke out of the encirclement and escaped to other Dukedoms. Within the kingdom and even within the borders of the Stormwind Empire. While the dark forces were wreaking havoc, these nobles. . . They did not have the courage to fight against the dark forces. They took back their land, territories, and territories. Now that the dark forces were suppressed, more than half of the kingdoms and duchies were taken back. These nobles could not hold it in and jumped out. They jumped up and down, wanting to take back their territory.    

"It's those aphids again. I let them go last time, but they still dare to jump out. Do they really think I don't dare to kill people?" Yang Fann's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he said coldly, "Laura, pass down my order. All of the countries in the country, search for these survivors and kill them without mercy!"    

Laura shivered. These ants really thought that they could protect them with just the identity of a noble. How naive. They didn't want to know who they were facing. That was the Duke of Hell, Lord Elven, who had caused countless Divine Halls in the Dark Divine Hall to turn pale.    

"Yes, Lord. I will go now. "    

"Oh, right, Laura. Send someone to invite Archbishop Ai Demeng over to the manor. "Suddenly, a thought flashed through Yang Fann's mind. He had an idea and called out to Laura, who was about to leave.    

"Yes, my lord. "    

. . .    

An hour later.    

A middle-aged man wearing a green hurricane magic robe with a terrifying aura appeared in front of Yang Fann. He was a hundred times stronger than the top Moonlight Magister, Laura.    

"Greetings, Duke Of Evan. " Cardinal Ai Demeng bowed to Yang Fann, even though he was a First Grade archbishop of Tempest Temple. With his back against Tempest Temple, which was a huge power, he still respected Yang Fann, the Duke of Hell. This Duke of Hell. . . He was a ruthless character, and his strength was terrifying. At the very least, he had stepped into Holy Spirit Mage's realm, or even the real Holy Spirit Mage.    

"I wonder why you are looking for me, Lord Duke?"    

"Actually, it's nothing much. I just want to borrow something from you, archbishop. " Yang Fann smiled playfully.    

"What did Lord Duke borrow?" A trace of doubt flashed across archbishop Ai Demeng's eyes. Legend has it that this Duke of Hell. . . He was most proficient in fire magic, and his name was Duke of Hell. Most of it was because of the Fiery Lotus Hell Fire, and they were the Tempest Temple bishops. They usually majored in wind magic and divine arts. They did not dabble in fire magic too much. He didn't have any fire magic treasures with him.    

"It's not anything else. I just want to borrow the archbishop's life. "    

. . .