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Then, the voice continued, "The Lord says: Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord."

As soon as the words fell, a majestic hymn resounded, shaking the heavens and causing the clouds to part, and beams of holy light rained down from above. On the ground, mages, priests, paladins, and spellswords—all those who possessed magical power—felt their spirits and magical energies not only fully restored but also enhanced. Moreover, most of the damaged and depleted magic arrays automatically resumed operation, and the breached magical barriers were reconstructed.

Then, the voice spoke again, "The Lord says: Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces many grains."

This time, the effect was on the corpses of the fallen human warriors across the mountain. As the voice echoed, the bodies of the dead began to glow, gradually dissolving into countless luminous particles. Scattering like dandelions in the wind, each thumb-sized particle contained the image of a small, winged child angel. These particles swirled in the air, trailing streams of light, and soon formed a massive spiral of radiance above the mountain peak.

"Damn it, is this the power of the Divine Prophecy?" By now, Chen Xuanfeng naturally couldn't fail to recognize the source of the grand voice, but... "How can it be so powerful, covering nearly ten kilometers in range? If the Pope truly had such strength, he would have unified the continent long ago. How could we have pushed him to the mountain?"

In terms of range, the 'Divine Prophecy' might not rival forbidden spells or the 'Six-Star Demon-Slaying Array,' but its power was continuous, creating miracles at the caster's will, far surpassing the one-time explosive force of offensive spells. In other words, the Pope's current strength likely approached the level of the Twelve Sages. This was definitely not the normal effect of the Divine Prophecy, though Chen Xuanfeng couldn't immediately grasp the key.

But now was not the time to dwell on such matters. Facing an unpredictable threat, Chen Xuanfeng chose to retreat without hesitation.

Meanwhile, at the mountain's mid-slope, where the orc king Samanda observed the battle, his eyes gleamed coldly as he muttered to himself, "Good... old man, you've finally made your move. I'll let you freely arrange the battlefield until you've exhausted all your tricks, and then we'll settle our grudges!"

As Chen Xuanfeng broke through the encirclement of young sword saints and fled, and Samanda gathered his fighting spirit, the Pope, hidden deep within the Saint Spirit Mountain, chanted the fourth Divine Prophecy: "The Lord says: The glory of this latter house shall be greater than that of the former, and in this place I will give peace."

As these words were spoken, the swirling particles of angelic light coalesced into a radiant stream, pouring into the very center of the temple. Then, half of Saint Spirit Mountain began to hum and tremble, and a dozen massive beams of white light erupted like fountains from the temple's spires, tracing intricate and mysterious patterns across the ground. In an instant, the entire summit of Saint Spirit Mountain was covered, shining as brilliantly as a multifaceted diamond.

Then, this mountain, which had gathered the essence of human civilization for centuries, slowly but surely—

Began to ascend.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll, Chapter 77: Broken Bodies and Shattered Lives, For Whom Do We Fight?

The Sky City.

This was not a specific city's name but a term for an ultimate war fortress—massive, self-sustaining, and capable of free flight. In history, only three civilizations had ever possessed it.

The earliest Sky City was the ultimate weapon of the ancient angelic race in their bid for world domination, known as the "Throne of Light Feathers." It was formed by the fusion of thousands of massive throne angels, consuming vast amounts of matter to create a semi-energy-based living fortress. During the great wars of the ancient era against dragons, devils, and elemental giants, it served the angelic race well, only to be dismantled and restored to thousands of throne angels after the four races signed a truce.

The second civilization to possess a Sky City was naturally the Goblin Empire. At the peak of their alchemical civilization, they once boasted over twenty flying cities, dominating the skies. However, without exception, all these Sky Cities fell during the final "War of Deification," leaving future generations to imagine, through legends, the grandeur of these mountain-sized alchemical marvels that once formed an endless energy network covering half the sky.

The third-generation Sky City was built during the zenith of the elven dynasty, powered by twelve golden trees, known as "Avalon—the Ideal Land," hailed as the "Garden of Heaven." Tens of thousands of elven artists dedicated their lives to imbuing it with their artistic talents, hoping to create an immortal artistic sanctuary. Unfortunately, a city built with such a purpose naturally lacked combat strength. During the invasion of the Great Demon King, this Sky City was almost defenseless and was shattered by Bato's super dark magic, "Birth of Doom."

After that, even the Twelve Sages, though each possessed their own flying Magic Towers, were unable to build a Sky City. The process involved was too complex, far beyond the capabilities of a few hundred or thousand mages. The "Undead Hall," modified by the King of the Undead from the Twelve Sages' Magic Towers a few years ago, was even more inferior, lacking the ability to fly freely and only capable of hovering in the air. Even so, it was considered a rare magical marvel of the era.

And now, on the Star Continent, the fourth-generation Sky City had appeared. How could it not shock the world?

This was no small structure like the "Undead Hall," with a diameter of less than a hundred meters. Instead, it was a massive project that lifted the entire summit of Saint Spirit Mountain, spanning several kilometers. As the temple slowly ascended, shedding the clinging soil, its true form was gradually revealed—a sacred city, gleaming white with intricate golden patterns etched across its surface.