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"Now, it's time to get serious."

In an instant, Valen vanished from sight, reappearing before one of the elite members of the Temple of Twilight.

Before the man could react, Valen swung the Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon from the right, cleaving him in half.

*Splurt!*

Blood erupted like a fountain, the gruesome sight etched into the minds of all the elite members.

Before they could react, Valen disappeared once more, only to materialize before two more of them. Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

Their instincts screamed danger, and they immediately activated their techniques to evade.

But they were too slow.

The Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon cut through the air with terrifying speed, slicing both men in half before they could escape.

The horrific scene repeated itself, igniting a fiery rage within the Emissary of the First Apostle.

These weren't ordinary members—they were Temple of Twilight's elite, the best of the best. Training them to such a high level required immense effort and resources.

And now, in mere moments, three of them had fallen at the hands of a single man.

If the First Apostle or the Son of God learned of this, the punishment awaiting him would be severe.

"Damn it!" he roared, his voice filled with fury as he pointed at Valen with seething hatred. "Everyone, form a star formation! Eliminate the Spear Hero of Mankind immediately!"

At his command, the elite members of the Temple of Twilight snapped to attention, their expressions turning serious. No longer underestimating their opponent, they responded in unison, "As ordered!"

Without hesitation, thousands of elite members tightened their grips on their daggers and swiftly assumed their positions, forming a star-shaped formation.

Most lacked prowess in direct combat, excelling instead in stealth assassinations.

To compensate for this weakness, they operated in coordinated groups, employing various formations to swiftly eliminate their targets.

The star formation was one of their most formidable tactics, perfectly suited for this battle.

By encircling their target, they ensured there were no openings for escape.

They struck in coordinated groups of ten to over thirty, while the rest held their positions, ensuring no chance of escape.

Against any other foe, this formation would have been a death sentence—instilling terror and sealing their fate.

But their opponent was Valen—one of the three heroes of mankind.

Instead of fear, Valen wore a mocking, playful smile. "Heh... not bad. I was planning to hunt you down one by one, but since you've gathered so eagerly, you've just made my job easier."

Infuriated by his arrogance, twenty members immediately lunged at him at high speed.

Valen spun the Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon and swung it forcefully from right to left.

*Bang!*

Ten of them were sent flying, crashing hard into the rubble. The resounding impact alone was enough to hint at the sheer power behind his strike.

The remaining ten were momentarily startled but quickly regained their composure.

Exchanging brief glances, they gave subtle nods before vanishing like a passing gust.

Valen's senses sharpened as the Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon flared with a brilliant red light.

*Whoosh!*

Seven black-cloaked figures materialized from his blind spots, their daggers flashing as they aimed for his waist.

Sensing the imminent attack, Valen reacted instantly.

"Hero Technique: Dragon's Roar!"

He slammed the tip of his spear into the ground, unleashing a deafening roar that rippled in all directions.

The seven men, along with three of their comrades, were instantly blasted away, their bodies crashing into the ruined throne room pillars with a thunderous boom.

"Damn it! How can he be this strong?!" the Emissary of the First Apostle exclaimed in shock.

He had made a grave mistake in underestimating Valen. The sheer power and skill he displayed were beyond expectations.

Even while surrounded, Valen had not only defended himself but also countered with overwhelming force, taking down twenty elite members of the Temple of Twilight.

"No... I can't let this continue. If this goes on, the casualties will only increase," he muttered through gritted teeth.

He glanced at the members still surrounding Valen and commanded, "Don't attack recklessly! Focus on defense and strike only when necessary. Stall him for a few minutes while I prepare a lethal attack!"

"Understood!" they responded in unison, immediately shifting into defensive positions.

Without hesitation, the Emissary of the First Apostle raised his blade to his left thumb and sliced it open with a swift, precise motion.

*Slash!*

A few drops of blood dripped from the wound, but he paid them no mind.

He quickly crouched on one knee, letting his blood pool on the floor as he used it to draw.

Moments later, a strange symbol—shaped like a large eye—took form. The smile that had vanished under Valen's pressure slowly crept back onto his face.

"Hehehe... Let's see if you can stay confident after this, Spear Hero Valen."

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"Supreme Leader Albert, their numbers keep growing, and some of us are starting to tire."

Outside the palace walls, a soldier cut down two monsters that had emerged from the ground and clung to his legs.

Sweat drenched his body, and exhaustion was evident on his face.

Albert drove his sword into a monster's head and twisted it, killing the creature instantly.

He glanced at the soldier and replied calmly, "I know. But there are too many of them, and we can't afford to retreat. If we do, the other cities will be in danger."

In truth, even he was beginning to feel the strain of nonstop battle.

Worse yet, with Bow Hero Luna and Spear Hero Valen leaving to assist Sword Hero Leon, their army lacked the manpower to handle the monsters' relentless emergence.

If this continued, they could all end up as the monsters' prey.

The soldier knew Albert was right, but his strength was fading—he couldn't hold on much longer.

Just then, a sharp cry echoed from behind him.

"Everyone, look over there!"

The shout immediately drew the soldiers' attention. Instinctively, they turned toward the indicated direction and spotted a streak of black dots rushing toward them.

"What is that?" one of them asked, perplexed.

The dots were too far away to make out any details.

Albert severed a monster's head and shifted his gaze toward the approaching dots.

In an instant, his expression hardened, and he shouted, "Stay alert! That's cavalry! They might be the enemy!"

The soldiers' faces tensed at his words. They hadn't anticipated an enemy attack, and in their current state, it was extremely dangerous!

Without hesitation, they heightened their vigilance while continuing to cut down the endless wave of monsters.

However, as the cavalry drew closer, something seemed off. The flag they carried was not marked by the sun but by the twin moons of Miranda and Sylvia.

There was only one force that bore that banner onto the battlefield—the Holy Orthodox!

Just as the soldiers braced themselves for a confrontation, Albert's voice rang out again, loud and firm.

"Wait! Don't attack! They've come to help us!"