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However, the Pope had long known that although the "Divine Prophecy" was miraculous, it could not be cast silently, making it ill-suited for single combat. After all, a master could unleash hundreds of strikes in an instant, leaving no opportunity for the enemy to finish a single sentence. Therefore, he had already concentrated all his holy power within his body, triggering the angelic sanctification and manifesting the form of a six-winged Seraph, a being of pure light and divine power. At this moment, his body was subtly controlled by the Seraph loyal to the Light God. Despite never having trained in martial arts, he fought against the Beastman King as if he were a warrior who had been tempered since childhood, wielding sword energy with flawless offense and defense. His mastery of aerial combat techniques rivaled that of the eagle tribe, and combined with various silent divine spells, he momentarily gained the upper hand.

Fortunately, Sandamanda was a once-in-a-century martial genius among the beastmen, and the "Emperor Martial Overlord Art" was the greatest combat technique of all time. The stronger the opponent, the stronger he became, and he never faltered in battle. In just a short time, he had adapted to the skills of aerial combat. He then continuously altered his tactics, gradually developing techniques suitable for aerial combat that complemented the "Emperor Martial Overlord Art." Not only did he stabilize his position, but he also steadily turned the tide.

When the Beastman King and the Pope clashed in the Sky City, the War God Pope below suddenly turned to Lord Blizzard and said, "Lord Blizzard, do you understand what the consequences would be if this human Sky City were allowed to continue flying?"

Lord Blizzard thought for a moment and replied, "Hmm, whether in terms of influence or combat power, it would become a dagger aimed at our hearts."

It was easy to imagine the spiritual boost a flying sacred city would bring to the humans in the beastmen-occupied territories. Once the news spread, human uprisings across the western continent would never cease. In terms of combat power, not even the beastmen's eagle tribe air force, nor the Dragon Knights and dragon beast legions from Sacred Dragon Mountain, could pose a threat to such a massive aerial fortress. In the current state of the continent, only the Elves' super combination magic could bring down the Sky City. Moreover, this aerial fortress not only had formidable defenses and negligible logistical concerns but also possessed astonishing offensive power and a flight speed at least several times faster than ground forces. Once it entered the war, it would undoubtedly surpass a million-strong army.

In short, as long as this Sky City remained airborne, the beastmen's control over the continent would inevitably regress to the state it was in three or four years ago when they first invaded the western continent.

"To be honest, although we anticipated various possibilities before the war, we never imagined that humans could create such a Sky City. However, we should be grateful that this war was launched in time, forcing the Sky City to take off hastily. Otherwise, if humans had another year or so to complete all preparations and launch it on their own terms, it would have been even more difficult to deal with." The Pope sighed, but his gaze remained resolute as he looked at Lord Blizzard. "Lord Blizzard, I know you have always harbored a desire to challenge His Majesty Sandamanda, but this battle will determine the future of our race for the next hundred years. Its importance is no less than the 'Nine Saints War' four years ago. The Beastman King has already drawn the human Pope's attention. In a moment, I will use the Doomsday Horn to suppress the Divine Light Power on the Sky City and command all elites to act. However, this is still far from enough. Therefore, I ask you to undertake the most dangerous task—to infiltrate the Sky City and bring it down."

...Heh, as expected, this troublesome task has finally fallen on me, Lord Blizzard...

"This... is truly a suicide mission, Your Holiness. Don't forget, that city has four Sword Saint-level experts, the Four High Priests, the Holy Grail Knights, over a hundred thousand elite temple warriors, and countless hidden dangers. Moreover, I have no idea how to bring down something so massive." Lord Blizzard looked up at the sky, watching the clash between the two masters, and continued, "To have one person face such a colossal fortress weapon—without any unexpected circumstances, the chance of success is almost zero, while the chance of dying is almost certain."

Back in the day, he had once single-handedly destroyed the Blood Elves' capital, "Red Glory Royal City," with a single strike of his blade. However, that situation was entirely different from today's. The Blood Elves were ultimately a marginal elf race with a sparse population. Although their capital was known as the City of Magic, its actual scale was not particularly large. While its magical defenses surpassed those of ordinary human cities, compared to the current Sky City, it likely didn't even possess a tenth of the power.

Moreover, two factors had contributed to his performance back then, which far exceeded his actual capabilities. One was the power of the dozens of dark deity imprints within his body, which had amplified the dark incantations within the Tiger Soul Blade to a level surpassing even the original "Great Demon King." If it were him today, even at full strength, he might not be able to achieve a quarter of that effect. The other factor was that the magical elements of the "Red Glory Royal City" had been completely suppressed by the extreme dark magic unleashed by the Tiger Soul Blade. The power that should have protected the city was instead absorbed and turned into a source of destructive energy, amplifying the already formidable dark spells several times over. However, the current Sky City was filled with Divine Light Power, which directly countered dark forces. If he tried to repeat his previous strategy, he would likely be obliterated by the massive explosion caused by the clash of light and dark before he could even unleash half of his attack.

And this was without considering the various powerful figures within the Sky City.

The path ahead was perilous and uncertain, but would Lord Blizzard retreat?

"I... accept this mission. Because... I am a beastman."

...If Sandamanda can make such a sacrifice, so can I...

As they spoke, the War God Shamans behind them had already begun to act. Thousands of ancient totems were erected, gradually forming a massive ring. The shamans stood between the totems, praying and drawing in the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, which gathered wildly. In no time, they formed an energy-saturated field hundreds of meters in diameter.

Having received Lord Blizzard's promise, the War God Pope turned and took up the Doomsday Horn, striding into the center of the ring. The War God Pope, over two hundred years old, had always possessed unfathomable divine abilities. Now, his power spread out endlessly, and every movement seemed to resonate with the fluctuations of heaven and earth. With each step he took, the already saturated elements grew even denser. By the time he reached the center, the power gathered within the ring had more than doubled.