Chapter 622: Invincible! A True God!

All six of those who had attacked the Lancelot Empire had been brutally murdered. Not a single one of them had managed to escape. Han Shuo could be considered to have avenged the commoners of Ossen City who lost their lives to the Radiant Blast.

More than half of the divine weapons of the Church of Light had been looted by Han Shuo. The soul of the Pope of Light was imprisoned by Han Shuo. From then on, apart from the saint on the sacred mountain of the Church of Light, the entire religious organisation no longer had any experts to speak of.

But what Han Shuo was most interested in was the soul inside the Holy Grail. As an interplanar traveler cultivating in the Edict of Space, this being must be intimately familiar with the characters and affairs of all the major material planes. With its help, Han Shuo would gain a much deeper understanding of the infinitely vast universe than his originally narrow view.

The six corpses were destroyed by Han Shuo without any extra effort. He then expanded his consciousness and carefully examined the surrounding conditions to ensure that there were no anomalies in the environment.

After putting the Holy Grail away, Han Shuo set out and disappeared into the trace of his own faint shadow, returning to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Strength in Ossen City.

But shortly after Han Shuo's departure, before he had travelled even a kilometre, he saw Little Skeleton scurrying towards him with his bone dragon. Earlier, when he had heard the warning from the being in the Grail , Han Shuo had feared that Little Skeleton might suffer a disaster if time were to be suspended there. Therefore, using the connection he had with Little Skeleton, he ordered Little Skeleton to temporarily remain at the city gate.

After detaining the Light Pope, Han Shuo sent no further message to Little Skeleton, who remained where he was until further instruction. But after more waiting, Little Skeleton began to worry about Han Shuo. Eventually, Little Skeleton decided that the waiting had to end and rushed over to Han Shuo against his orders.

After becoming a god, Little Skeleton could no longer be bound by Han Shuo's necromancy magic. The reason Little Skeleton continued to obey Han Shuo even after he became a god was because the duo had unknowingly formed a bond that was even stronger than the energy of the contract.

Han Shuo's orders were no longer absolute for Little Skeleton. If Little Skeleton felt that Han Shuo was in danger, he would ignore his orders out of concern for Han Shuo's safety.

"Father, are you alright?" Little Skeleton, who had arrived right in front of Han Shuo, immediately transmitted when he saw that Han Shuo was safe and sound.

""Hahaha, I'm fine. I forgot to inform you. Well, there's nothing to worry about now. I have taken care of things here. Let me send you back." Han Shuo smiled and sent Little Skeleton back to the Netherworld with a necromancy spell.

Little Skeleton still had a lot of work to do in the Netherworld. Not only did he have to establish territories in the Netherworld, but he also had to subdue all the faith of all those undead creatures. There were also many secrets in the tombstone that Little Skeleton had yet to understand. Therefore, unless more important matters arose, Han Shuo did not want to waste Little Skeleton's time.

Little Skeleton disappeared after a bright flash of light. Han Shuo then continued on his way to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Strength . After a few minutes, Han Shuo had returned to the academy's plaza. Ayermike Cotton and Graeae were silently watching over the influential figures from above the square. With just a glance, Han Shuo could tell that there had been no further attacks during his absence.

The reason why these influential figures of the empire had not left immediately was because they were scared to death by the ray of light above their heads. They thought that Han Shuo would be nearby, so they stayed in the square, hoping to receive Han Shuo's protection. The pitiful sight outside the square caused by the blast was still fresh in their minds. Many of the commoners who could only watch as their family and friends vanished in a puff of smoke after being struck by the Radiant Blast were still weeping loudly. These aristocrats dared not leave the field.

King Lawrence had an imperturbable look on his face, as if he had forgotten the dangerous event he and his subjects had just been through. He wore an awkward smile as he listened to Firenze complaints.

Fanny, who was wearing a formal dress, looked equally calm. The corners of her lips curled into a faint smile as she watched with amusement as her father complained at the top of his voice about the hardships faced by the people of the southern border and insisted that Lawrence give those fighters and soldiers greater compensation.

The Lancelot Empire's coffers were virtually empty after the many wars it had endured in recent years. Lawrence could only squeeze so many gold coins out of it. But at the same time, he could easily sympathise with Firenze's concerns. He understood that many lives of warriors on the southern border had indeed been sacrificed as a barrier for the Empire. In response to Firenze's grumbling and demands, Lawrence had no choice but to feign a smile and explain the difficult situation the Lancelot Empire was in.

""I don't care! The people of the southern border have paid for the security of the Empire with tens of thousands of their lives. After so many years of fighting, there are orphans and widows everywhere. There are many who don't even have enough to eat. It is inconceivable that the Empire cannot provide for the most basic needs of its people! Firenze fumed at Lawrence. He showed not the slightest timidity before his king.

In the entire Lancelot Empire, perhaps only Firenze had the courage to shout at Lawrence like that. Han Shuo could use his own influence to make Lawrence change his decision, but he would never howl at him in such an uncouth manner.

Despite being shouted at, Lawrence did not become angry. He understood Firenze's role in the Lancelot Empire better than anyone and knew of his devotion to the Empire. This was how Firenze had acted towards his father when the former king was still alive. This temper of his was simply unchangeable. And now, because of Fanny's relationship with Han Shuo, Lawrence had even more reasons to please Firenze. Besides, Firenze's demand was reasonable and fair. If the treasury were flush with money, Lawrence would have paid the compensation even if he had not asked for it.

But he was truly penniless. No matter how loudly Firenze shouted, Lawrence had no way of producing the gold coins.

"Enough shouting, Lawrence has no money for you. He will give you the same answer even if you scream your head off!" Han Shuo's lazy voice suddenly interrupted. As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shuo appeared out of nowhere and stopped next to Fanny. No one saw how he had arrived.

"Bryan, what is really going on? Are you all right?" Lawrence asked hastily.

Han Shuo smiled and replied calmly, "I'm fine. I went for a walk outside the city to take care of some thugs."

"Are they from the Church of Light?" Candide said in a sombre voice after emerging from a corner.

At his words, everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Han Shuo, waiting for his explanation of what had happened.

Han Shuo nodded and replied in his lazy voice, "Yes. Even the Pope of Light himself came down personally. Hahaha, he must have gotten too worried. He knew that after the destruction of the Ice Shrine, their Church of Light would be next. So he beat me to it and attacked us."

"Do you know where he is? How dare he violate our Lancelot Empire? We must not let him escape so easily!" Candide's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he demanded in a sinister voice.

The attack on the Babylonian Academy of Magic and Strength made Candide feel extremely humiliated. Even though he had been warned about it beforehand, he had been unable to prevent the attack despite all his preparations. Candide blamed himself and wanted to make up for it by catching the attacker.

Han Shuo shrugged. Then, with a mischievous smile, he pulled out the papal tiara that the Light Pope always wore, a cross, the Holy Grail, and olive branches. As the crowd stared blankly in amazement, Han Shuo calmly said, "There were six attackers in all. Two sacred mages from the Shrine of Ice, an old shaman with demigod strength from the Orc Empire, and three from the Church of Light. Of the three, there was a divine knight, a demigod mage, and the Pope of Light with terrifying strength. But now they are all dead. Not one of them escaped. So don't waste your time looking for them!

The whole square fell silent.

Everyone gaped and stared at Han Shuo like a fool. They even seemed to have stopped breathing.

They knew that Han Shuo was powerful from the news that he had used undead creatures to kill several hundred thousand orcs in the Southern Border City and destroyed the Ice Shrine.

But they never realised how powerful Han Shuo really was.

However, at this moment, everyone could tell from Han Shuo's calm words just how great Han Shuo really was.

Two sacred mages, three demigod experts, and the Pope of Light, who was virtually unparalleled on the Profound Continent, were almost all legendary figures. Some of these demigods were even experts who, according to legend, were invincible.

All of these incredibly powerful existences had been defeated by Han Shuo alone in the short span of half an hour. What did that mean?

Invincible! A true god! That was the impression they had gotten!

"What? Why are you all silent?" Han Shuo laughed involuntarily, shook his head, and said to Lawrence, "I told you that I would help you unite the entire continent. How could I dare to speak such words without that bit of power?"

The stunned Lawrence finally came to his senses. He forced a smile at Han Shuo and said, "Bryan, you know, there are times when I feel that you are not even mortal. The things that happen to you are always so unimaginable!"

"You crazy boy, doesn't that mean you're now even more powerful than the great founding father Ayermike Cotton?" maybe old Hahn was too excited, or maybe he was just in awe of what he suspected, his body trembled as if he was having a seizure. He pinched his thigh and had a strange, painful look on his face.

Han Shuo smiled again. He lifted his head to look at Ayermike Cotton, who was hiding in the shadow of a clock tower and could definitely hear their conversation down below. He found Old Hahn's words very amusing.

"You could say that. But you better be careful, founding father Ayermike Cotton might take offence if he hears you!"

"The founding father has been missing for five hundred years. He must have passed away. Haha, he can't hear me," the old Hahn said carelessly.

Don't be so sure! Han Shuo said in his mind with a laugh. Shortly after, he threw all the divine weapons of the Church of Light, except for the Holy Grail, to Firenze and said smilingly, "Haven't you been complaining about being poor? Sell these things. You'll have more than enough to rebuild two legions for the southern border!"

These so-called Divine Light Weapons were useless to Han Shuo. Han Shuo himself couldn't use them, and he had no allies who cultivated in the elemental energy of light. They would just gather dust in his space ring, so he thought he might as well give them to Firenze, who could use the proceeds from the sale of these items to help the poverty-stricken on the southern border.

Cling Clang! Firenze caught the papal tiara with his body. He shuddered as he held the sacred objects of the Church of Light, only heard of in legend, in his arms. He was completely speechless.