Lord of Prayer

Divine War Ruins...

Zhou Chen was in a state of profound shock.

He knew about the destruction of the Old Era, so he naturally understood the implications of Divine War Ruins from that time—it was a battlefield of the Gods, the very tip of the iceberg of the world-ending war that had destroyed the Old Era!

’This is unbelievable... How were the Divine War Ruins formed? Why have they been preserved until now? Why did they appear here? Why are they frozen in time? How were they frozen? Where have they been hidden for more than two centuries?’

One question after another surfaced uncontrollably in his mind, plunging Zhou Chen into a mental storm.

It wasn’t just him; the entire battlefield came to a brief standstill with the arrival of the Divine War Ruins. Countless people were left dumbfounded, trapped in a stupor.

In the arena in the sky, the "Pope" roared with uncontrollable laughter. A sacred, pure white light shone from his body, and the triple papal tiara on his head erupted with a blinding radiance, unleashing a storm of Holy Light that forced back the Crowned King·Exile he was fighting.

Behind the "Pope," ethereal screens of light materialized one after another: the gloomy Abyss, a bloody altar, a pitch-black forest, a dilapidated church, beautiful grasslands... even a clean and bright modern bedroom. Countless devout believers knelt on the ground in poses of prayer, offering him their sincere and heartfelt supplications.

The prayers from humans and Abyssal Demons alike surged together like a tidal wave, converging into a vast Power of Faith. The screens of light grew brighter and brighter, ultimately becoming countless motes of pure faith that draped over the "Pope," forming a magnificent, pure-white liturgical robe that flowed like a curtain.

The "Pope" bathed in the Holy Light, radiating an extreme, sacred, and inviolable majesty. Light surged in his hand, coalescing into a scepter studded with gems. He slammed the scepter to the ground, abruptly unleashing a pure-white storm that swept across the entire arena, illuminating heaven and earth as if it were daytime, like a scorching sun rising in the sky.

Amidst the pure-white light, a string of translucent code appeared before the "Pope." The code ran automatically, as if it were decrypting something.

Suddenly, the blinding white light receded like a tide. The Star Association’s Crowned King·Exile had activated his Ability, banishing the pure-white storm into the void.

But in the next moment, the translucent code before the "Pope"—Forbidden Object B-007: Trojan Virus—finished executing. It forcibly created a BUG in the Death Arena, registering the "Pope" as deceased.

As a result, the Death Arena was instantly dispelled.

The "Pope" used an Extraordinary Artifact to perform Instant Movement, appearing high above the Divine War Ruins. A phantom clock radiating an ancient aura materialized before him.

DONG!!!!!!!!!

The spectral ancient bell let out a magnificent toll, sending a ripple spreading out in waves, which in an instant washed over the entire battlefield.

’What is he trying to do...?’ An ominous premonition surfaced in Zhou Chen’s mind.

The phantom of the ancient clock slowly crumbled, and the frozen Divine War Ruins, as if someone had just pressed a play button that had been gathering dust for ages, gradually started to run.

Raging flames, billowing smoke and dust, collapsing buildings, plants growing at a frenzied pace... In an instant, every frozen scene resumed its normal flow. A deafening roar followed—the colossal sound of countless buildings collapsing.

Tens of thousands of Extraordinary Plants began to grow with frenzied vigor amidst the ruins. The complex, lush branches of verdant trees stretched out, blotting out the sky and sun. In an instant, the city ruins transformed into a vibrant, primitive tropical jungle.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

Two dangerous, terrifying auras that seemed to transcend everything in the world emanated from the Divine War Ruins. In an instant, the stomachs of many Ascenders and Corrupters on the battlefield swelled up, growing larger and larger.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Zhou Chen cursed, watching helplessly as his own stomach swelled up, a sharp pain accompanying it. ’But I’m in my Body of Steel Melting state right now!’ he thought. ’My body is pure steel and Essence!’

He immediately engulfed himself in Cyan Flame, thinking he had been infected with some sort of Abyssal Contamination. It was useless. The pain in his stomach grew more and more intense, as if it were about to tear him apart.

"I wish to be immune to this affliction!"

[Wish Value insufficient. Wish cannot be granted.]

Zhou Chen hurriedly opened the Book of the Dead, intending to use Abyssal Contamination to fight this bizarre affliction. A cold, deathly aura rose from his body, and a halo of pale fire formed behind his head as he transformed himself into the "Spirit of the End."

But his severely swollen stomach showed no signs of changing. That indescribable, vibrant life force illogically overpowered the deathly stillness of the "Spirit of the End"!

Looking up, he saw that even the "Pope" and the "Exile" in the sky had not been spared. Their stomachs were gradually swelling, making them look as if they were pregnant.

’It can even affect a Crowned King. Without a doubt, this can only be Divine Power!’

’There’s a living God in these Divine War Ruins!’

’And a God from the Old Era, no less!’

’No... it’s probably not a True God, but a Demigod...’ Zhou Chen forced himself to think calmly. ’If it were a True God, our fate right now would be far more miserable.’

’Considering the frenzied growth of the plants in the Divine War Ruins and everyone’s swollen stomachs, there must be a Demigod inside who wields the Authority of the Life Realm. That’s very similar to the realm the Goddess of Life commands...’ The thought flashed through Zhou Chen’s mind before being cut short by a wave of pain from his abdomen. The color drained from his face.