The Parthenon was in complete chaos.
The remaining Parthenon members, untouched by the mental plague, were pale-faced, staring in horror at the absurd scene before them, their minds clouded by countless shadows.
The armored emperor hung high in the sky, coldly observing the undisguised ugliness of humanity, more chaotic and disorderly than demons, vile and disgusting.
This scene painted a classic image: the humanoid emperor high above, his mocking smile enigmatic, while the earth below had become hell, teeming with demons and monsters.
Final inscription: The world has become corrupted again!
Simultaneously, the world erupted in public opinion: "Wow, Parthenon is disgusting! Wasn't it supposed to have a good reputation?"
"Heh heh, do you think these powerful people can climb up without shady dealings? Just look at the goddess Izisha."
"You wronged Lu Jun! Now the truth is out! Parthenon and her ilk are fucking bastards."
These were just the onlookers in Kyushu, while some people in the West who truly worshipped Parthenon were completely devastated.
Some became obsessed, turning into fanatics, refusing to believe it was real, thinking it was an illusion created by the invincible demon, the Armored Emperor.
If anyone said anything negative about Parthenon, these people would fly into a rage, immersing themselves in their own world of perception, thus causing much chaos.
Others discovered they had been deceived, their former faith turning into enmity, and subsequently denying everything about Parthenon.
Seeing this, Lu Jun's lips curled into a smile. Seizing the soul had nearly destroyed Parthenon's foundation, and exposing its many flaws had stripped away its outer, glossy skin.
Even without its soul, Parthenon could still navigate the complexities of various factions, seemingly still the holy land of white magic, the invincible overlord of the West.
Now, Parthenon had lost both its substance and prestige. Even if it didn't collapse and disband during this upheaval, it would inevitably fall out of the ranks of the eight great powers.
Of course, its demise wouldn't be so swift. Parthenon's resources were too vast, enough to sustain it for a long time. First, it maintained good relations with many Western aristocratic families, such as the Casa and Turs families, who would provide allies with support.
Second, Parthenon's healing and blessing magic was unparalleled; the lack of a soul wouldn't affect the effectiveness of its lower-level magic.
Lu Jun had already vaguely sensed over a dozen forbidden spell auras emanating from all directions of Europe, attempting to encircle him.
Without hesitation, he silently seized the entangled Melora and Dulank, swallowing them into the Hellfire Furnace, where they were burned alive, their souls forever bound within, tormented for eternity.
Furthermore, under Lu Jun's manipulation, the sky-covering night gradually engulfed the entire skeleton, a chilling 'crunch' sound echoing throughout the city, terrifying everyone.
Lu Jun sensed the deathly essence contained within the ancient king's armor steadily increasing.
Unfortunately, a mere Supreme Monarch wouldn't be of much help in breaking through the threshold of the Overlord-level Emperor; at least one would need to devour a large specimen like Khufu for a significant improvement.
Within the Cursed Starry Sky, a distorted mass of black and red matter settled, the dense deathly essence fading, leaving behind a terrifying and profound aura of curse.
This was the remaining remains of the gnawed skeleton; with the help of a master magician, it would undoubtedly become the strongest cursed substance.
Buzzing! In Athens, with the destruction of the Skeleton King(Haidias), a vast dark swamp could no longer hold, allowing the demon Mo Fan to escape. He stood far on the horizon, his expression grave as he gazed at the Ancient King.
Others might not know, but Mo Fan knew all too well: the ancient capital's cataclysmic undead invasion had ended with the resurrection of this very emperor.
Everyone praised him as a hero, unaware that in his heart he didn't believe humanity had triumphed. He believed the undead emperor had merely shown mercy to the ants, leaving behind a great hidden danger.
Now, the Ancient King, as expected, had acted decisively, destroying the Parthenon in one fell swoop.
Mo Fan felt no sympathy whatsoever; on the contrary, he was overjoyed. The Undead Emperor had given him a much-needed chance to vent his anger.
Not only did he think so, but the whole world felt that this Undead Emperor was like a hero making his entrance. With the filter applied, even his most evil and terrifying aura seemed approachable.
On Goddess Peak, the Temple Mother stood there, pale and helpless.
On the other side, Old Man Song hesitated repeatedly, but ultimately chose not to help. He simply protected Shao Zheng and the others, keeping a safe distance.
Parthenon's actions were unethical, and Old Man Song was also unhappy. Besides, his lifespan was short; why would he risk his life fighting the Emperor for Parthenon? He wouldn't do it.
Lu Jun stood tall in the sky, his arrogance rampant and invincible. In the blink of an eye, he slew the Goddess, devoured the skeleton, and seized the divine soul.
It seemed that, given the current situation, the armored Emperor would destroy the temple.
Just then, the almost vanished dark passage within Athens was suddenly infused with a powerful force, stabilizing it instantly. A dark vortex rose into the sky, rapidly expanding and embedding itself into the firmament.
Instantly, Lu Jun sensed danger. His gaze swept across the dark passage, and through the crystalline walls of the magical plane, he saw the supreme dark god on the other side, seemingly enraged by his actions, coldly snorting, "How dare you!"
The Dark King moved. No one could clearly see his actions; across two worlds, He unleashed boundless power upon the magical plane.
At that moment, all the mages practicing dark magic throughout the world seemed to sense something; the magical energy of their four related star systems surged, as if about to burst forth.
At the end of the dark passage in the sky, a majestic divine phantom appeared and disappeared, filling the dome. Chaotic energy roared and spread, spewing forth vast dark power, as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse.
Undeterred, Lu Jun, in the void, suddenly reached out, and the Netherworld Kingdom behind him blossomed, its surging demonic energy engulfing heaven and earth like a vast ocean sweeping across the nine heavens.
The world fell silent; everyone lost consciousness, darkness enveloped them, and then a deafening roar echoed across the Greek kingdom, plunging the people into deafness and terror.
The sky above Athens darkened, riddled with countless black cracks, a horrifying sight, as if the sky had collapsed—a scene of shattered space.
The layers of energy surging in the void boiled and spread wildly, like a tidal wave. Fortunately, the clash occurred at the edge of the crystal wall; had it landed on the ground below, the entire city of Athens would likely have been leveled.
Lu Jun himself was severely impacted, letting out a muffled groan, but outwardly remained defiant, saying in a low voice, "Not weak!"
Fortunately, the Dark King on the other side did not attack again, seemingly repelled by the magical plane, possessing only the power of a single strike. He glanced indifferently at Lu Jun before disappearing into the void.
As the darkness faded, the undead emperor vanished, and the turmoil seemed to subside.
Everyone had clearly heard the clash between the two majestic emperors, and while terrified by their power, they had also narrowly escaped death.
The aftershocks destroyed a section of Goddess Peak, shattering much of the sacred mountain range. Thousands were killed or injured, leaving the area devastated and in ruins.
Haylon and the other four powerful mages staggered to their feet, overwhelmed with grief at the sight. In its heyday, Parthenon had never feared a mere minor emperor, yet it had met this calamity at its weakest moment in history.
Fortunately, the undead emperor had only targeted the Dark King, ignoring Parthenon, which allowed them to survive.
The catastrophe was finally over, but the cleanup work was extremely tedious. Most importantly, with the souls lost and resurrection spells gone, would the wolves of the world really let such a good opportunity slip by?
Thinking of this, Haylon's heart sank.
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